As she supported herself against him, tears ran down her beautiful face, and she completely forgot that she was naked. She snorted and shouted, "It's that vile Gregory!" She exclaimed while wrinkling her nose, " he tried to rape me in the library.” Martin was taken aback. How could they be so cruel to her? They couldn't notice what a lovely, delicate creature she was? "You're safe now," he promised as he brushed away her tears. "No one knows about this place." As she looked up at him, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. He'd never harmed her before. He was the only one who talked to her as if she was a person. As she started to relax, she held on to him even more tightly than before. He tried to reassure and calm her by running his fingertips down her back and along the small of her spine. Instead, it reawakened the simmering yearning in her that she had repressed for such a long time. Gregory was correct; she yearned to be caressed and loved. She stroked Martin's cheek and gazed into hi
"You stupid mutt, look where you are going." Grace snapped at a small crouching body.A wail stopped her in her track and she turned back. The little mutt was a child. Around 4-5 years old and he was now wailing after her scolding. "Oh, dear !" She bent down and gently patted the kid. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Please don't cry. Where is your mom ?" Grace asked.The boy pointed in a random direction."Hmmm, looks like you are lost. What is your name ?" The boy had stopped sobbing and he was staring at her with large blue eyes."Dylan," he said."Well Dylan let's look for your mom, and maybe we can grab some ice cream from the kitchen." She smiled."Ice cream ! " the boy squealed. Grace laughed."You are cute." He reminded her of her brother, he had the same colored hair and eyes. "Madam Luna, I am so sorry ." a woman suddenly appeared running down toward them. The boy squealed again. "Mama !"Grace watched as the boy clung to his mother. A pang of pain emerged in h
The word of Gregory's passing quickly swept across the pack. Even before Chris killed off his beta, the wolves were scared of him. The anxiety grew significantly. Grace was in her room relaxing. Her chin rested on her knees and her legs folded. Chris believed Grace was having an affair with Gregory after learning of Gregory's attack. Thus, he killed him. After their altercation, he had not visited her since. She felt guilty; perhaps he still had feelings for her. As for Martin, well, it just couldn't go on. She couldn't allow Chris to kill Martin. "Here is your breakfast, Madame Luna." A lovely omega entered her room carrying a platter of mouthwatering pancakes. Grace commanded, "Take it away." The omega trembled." Do I need anything else, Madam?" "No! I'm not hungry at all. I don't want anything. Do not bother me." She lost her temper and sank into her blanket. ************ "You are a shame to the pack," Someone yelled. Chris, who was enjoying the omega sucking on him, glared
When Chris finally got back to his office, he stormed in and flung everything that was on the table. After that, he tore the bookshelves, the drapes, and the couch apart. After he had finished trashing his office, he went to the bar and poured himself a drink. He sat down there and began to relax. He growled, "That bloody whore!" Why did every woman in his life choose to deceive him? The first thing Rosalie did to get revenge on him was to sleep with the very first Alpha she could find. Then Grace betrayed him by sleeping with inferior betas. He would go look for that jackass and then proceed to dismember him. But first, he needed to give his attention to the matter that was more significant. Obtaining Rosalie, as well as assuming control of Alex's pack. After he had finished his drink, he called for Thomas. Beta Thomas made an effort to maintain his composure in the beaten-up office. “How are the preparations going?” Chris had a question. "There is nothing left to do, my Alpha. T
That this would be the first time they would be doing it in their wolf form struck Rosalie as particularly poignant. Taking his fingers down the length of her dress, he looked her in the eyes with anticipation. He moved his hand to the hem of her dress and began to pull it up. She raised her hands in the air, allowing him to throw the dress to the side. He threw the dress on the ground next to a nearby boulder. Then he gave her a gentle squeeze on the buttocks of her cheek. At this point in time, she had begun to exhibit a more pronounced hump on her stomach. She was giggling to herself as she worked carefully to undo his buttons, but he ripped the shirt off of him before she could even finish unbuttoning it properly. While they were still in their human condition, his wolf howled at her to assert his ownership of her. She got down on her knees and began ripping his pants and boxers off of his waistband and thighs. His hands moved to her back and unclipped her bra, releasing the confi
The Grand Dining Hall of the Grey Stone was decked out in opulent furnishings. There were a number of circular tables, each of which had the potential to accommodate ten people, and they were arranged in rows. A couple of individuals were playing an instrument or instruments in the background, including a violin and a piano. The light had been toned down to a golden tint after being dimmed. The many dishes that were kept on the tables gave out an appetising and satiating air to anyone who observed them. Rosalie stood next to Alex while wearing a glossy black gown that precisely contoured her body and drew attention to her expanding tummy. She had uneasy feelings. They had taken up positions close to the entrance of the Dining Hall and were getting ready to welcome their guests. To this point, every one of the other packs had already taken their places. Alex grabbed her hand in his and gently stroked it in an effort to put her at ease. He then released her hand. She was nervous. She b
Grace was hiding in a confined space underneath a table. She stared in shock at the slaughter that was taking place all around her. Chris had not done much more than shove her aside before running off to who knows where. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a low growl, and she turned to see a massive rogue staring at her. She screamed and crawled backwards, desperately attempting to escape to the other side. Her dad’s pack was backwards. They didn’t train their girls to fight. They were only trained to be trophy Lunas. He grabbed her leg and tried to pull her out. She fought against him and kicked at him, but her efforts were in vain. Suddenly, her leg was free, and the noises of Martin's wolf growling and ripping caused her to turn her head. The rogue had been seized by the neck by Martin's wolf. The rogue thrashed and turned in an attempt to throw Martin off, but Martin held his ground and increased the pressure on his neck until it broke, at which point the rogue became limp.
"My mate is dead, please allow me to return home and mourn!" She begged him. His voice sounded disappointed as he said, "Oh, he's not dead, though I wish that he had been.” Rosalie's expression was one of bewilderment as she glanced at him. “What? How is that possible?” “What the hell do you mean? Why would Alex think that I am dead?" He smiled, “Don't you remember the vial?” She glared at him, “What vial?!” As he rose up and moved closer, he let out a chuckle. Rosalie tried to move further away from him, but the chain kept her from doing so. He gave a nervous tic with his tongue. He clicked his tongue. “This will never do,” he mused as he took a key from his pocket and removed the chain from her leg. “You're not an animal to be kept trapped, Rosie.” “THEN LET ME GO!!” She retorted. “The vial,” he continued, as if he hadn't heard her outburst. “Thomas is an excellent potion maker; he discovered an ancient potion. It can weaken the mate bond of a wolf to such an extent that the