Mag-log inSnapping out of his thoughts, Damion strode toward his wardrobe with his usual confident swagger. Pride radiated from him, knowing he was the strongest werewolf in the lycan world and a top-ranking businessman in the human world. He quickly dressed in a crisp white outfit, the fabric settling neatly over his powerful physique before he stepped out of his bedroom.The opulent corridor outside was a world away from the troubles weighing on his mind. It was filled with the cheerful noise of young pups running around, their giggles and playful shouts echoing through the spacious hallway.The little ones, ranging from eight to thirteen, darted about with infectious excitement. The minute they spotted their Alpha, they rushed toward him, squealing with delight.Damion's usually stern expression softened into a warm smile as he welcomed their enthusiastic hugs. The pups wrapped their tiny arms around his legs, their faces beaming with affection. He easily scooped them into his strong arms, g
The morning sun rose in the east, casting a warm golden glow over Alpha Damion's lavishly furnished bedroom. He stirred awake and slowly threw off the covers. His bare, chiselled chest, with its eight well-defined abs, glistened under the golden rays as he stretched and rose from his bed.Still half-asleep, he sauntered toward the window, his black underwear clinging tightly to his V-shaped waistline, accentuating his impressive physique while revealing the big bulge of his dick.Sleeping half-naked had become a habit for Damion. Unlike fragile humans, who shivered at the slightest drop in temperature, he was hardly bothered by changes in the weather. As a werewolf, his body was naturally adapted to the elements, making ordinary temperature changes little more than a minor inconvenience.Reaching the window, Damion looked down to the beautiful scene below him. The pack pups were already out, running around the open grounds and playfully chasing one another in excitement. Their cheerfu
Lost in her thoughts, Karen jolted back to reality by the sound of the man's voice. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed. It wasn't Xavier.She remembered Xavier's voice well enough to know that it wasn't nearly as shrill as the one she had just heard. Raising her head, she found herself staring directly at Lucian, one of the assholes who had attempted to sexually assault her.He quickly averted his gaze to the distant trees.Karen was certain she had caught a glimpse of something unusual in his dark eyes. Fear. It was a contrast to the bloodshot eyes she remembered from that dreadful night. Whatever had caused the sudden change in his attitude was of little concern to her. Anger was already boiling in her blood, and the memory of his cruel laughter and disgusting remarks only made it worse. She blinked in irritation, struggling to contain her resentment.She couldn't understand why this psychopath had shown up instead of Xavier. As though Gregory read her mind, he immediately
Karen moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure, a shiver running down her spine. "Wolves don't catch a cold… Oh boy, that tingles. What in the world are you doing inside of me?" she gasped, her eyes closed as she tried to focus on the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.Gregory leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he nibbled it gently. His hands smoothly massaged her soft, creamy lap."Shh. You love it, right? Then keep silent and enjoy what I'm doing to you," he whispered, pushing aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her face.The setting was far from ideal: making love under a stormy night and a badly wrecked car. But at that moment, none of it seemed to matter to Gregory. As he continued touching Karen in the most tantalizing way, her initial unease melted away, replaced by a growing heat of seduction that consumed every inch of her body.Gregory's hands sweetly wandered under Karen's gown, his warm touch igniting an electrifying s
Thunderbolts flashed across the sky in bright white streaks as the storm grew more violent with each passing moment. Fierce winds howled through the trees, sending their branches swaying wildly. It was a mesmerizing yet blood-chilling sight along the deserted, tree-lined road.Inside the black Tesla, Gregory gripped the steering wheel tightly as the car sped through the dark, rain-soaked terrain. Its tires occasionally skidded against the slippery road, making it difficult to maintain control.Blue streaks of lightning stretched across the sky, illuminating the road ahead and casting an eerie glow over their surroundings. Each flash seemed to warn of the danger lurking ahead, making Karen wonder if they would even make it out of the storm alive.Every time Karen caught sight of lightning tearing through the sky, her heart skipped a beat. She would have been less worried if she still had her witch powers. But in her current weakened state, those powers were dormant, leaving her with no
True to his word, Gregory made sure Karen had a satisfying meal at the upscale Italian restaurant. Concern was written all over his face as he commented on her malnourishment, insisting that she needed to eat more and regain her strength.He ordered four generous slices of toasted banana bread for Karen, topped with ricotta cheese and drizzled with honey, while he settled for three slices himself. He watched with amusement as she eagerly devoured every bite, leaving little smears of cheese around her lips.Karen couldn't help laughing when she remembered how Gregory had chuckled at her puzzled expression before gently using a serviette to wipe away the cheesy mess. His deep, rough laughter had been strangely comforting. It had brought warmth to her cheeks and a flutter of butterflies to her stomach. But she quickly scolded herself for entertaining such thoughts. She knew better than to develop feelings for an Alpha, the werewolf rank she despised the most.Gregory also made sure she







