로그인“I am perfectly fine, and I can wash myself. You better go and make sure they’re preparing breakfast, because I am very, very hungry,” Isabella said, narrowing her eyes in a playful, threatening manner.She knew exactly what was swirling in her perverted mate’s mind. There was only one thing he ever wanted: to be buried deep inside her. Though the thought made her core thrum with a wild, answering heat, she knew she needed some time to let her body recover from the relentless passion of the night before. But Killian wasn't backing down.“I can mind-link the kitchen and help you wash at the same time,” he countered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, velvet purr. He bit his lip as he rose from the bed, and Isabella’s breath hitched when she saw the raw, unadulterated lust darkening his green eyes.She scrambled toward the bathroom, trying to slam the door shut, but Killian was faster. He caught the wood with a flat palm, pushing it open with effortless strength. Isabella chew on her
"I am so sorry, my love," Killian rasped, shifting closer until their bodies were fused together. He took her face in his large, calloused hands, his touch infinitely gentle despite his size. Isabella’s eyes brimmed over, the tears finally spilling out.His thumbs brushed the moisture away, but his heart ached at the sight. "I didn't want to hurt you, but the curse... it was messing with my mind," he paused, biting his lip as he searched for the words. "I started feeling things for you that I had never felt for anyone else. I didn't know if it was love or something else, but I knew you had become the center of my world. I couldn't breathe without you. The thought of having a fated mate meant the possibility of losing you. That was the most terrifying thought I ever had. That was why I refused to even acknowledge th
Isabella woke with a slow, peaceful smile, though the movement sent a faint protest through her body. Her muscles felt like jelly, a lingering ache radiating through her limbs—a physical reminder of the night before. Killian had been relentless, his hunger for his Luna seemingly bottomless. Even with the child growing inside her, Isabella had surrendered to his pace, letting him express his love through every heavy, grounding thrust.As she lay there, she could still feel the phantom sensation of him buried deep within her, a sweet throb in her core that made her sigh against the pillow. She was still slick with the evidence of their night together, the feeling a warm, constant tether to him.She tried to shift onto her side, but she didn't get far. A solid weight anchored her firmly in place. Looking down, she saw his large, muscular hand draped across her torso in a possessive, unyielding grip. It was as if, even in the depths of sleep, he refused to let her slip more than an inch a
Isabella was pacing the floor of their room, her movements jagged and her mind racing. She bit her nails nervously, lost in a spiral of dark thoughts, until the door finally opened. Killian was back."How are you feeling, my baby?" Killian asked immediately. He didn't even wait to take off his coat before pulling Isabella into his arms.Isabella buried her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar, earthy scent. It was the only thing capable of slowing her panicked heart. But as she clung to him, she felt his body stiffen."Why are you so stressed?" Killian scowled, his voice laced with protective concern. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "It isn't good for you, and it isn't good for our baby.""I can't help it, Killian," Isabella admitted, her voice trembling. "You know, Grace and Arthur... their wolves weren't real. But they transformed. They were blue wolves."Killian sighed, a heavy sound that seemed to carry the weight of the entire pack's troubles. Without a
Rose gasped, her face flushing a deep, delicious crimson. "You... you want me to do what?" she stammered, her voice shaking with a mix of shock and budding arousal."You heard me, sweetheart." He didn't wait for her to process it. He reached out, his powerful hands hooking under her thighs to pull her over him. He guided her until she was straddling his head, her core inches from his lips. He gripped her waist, holding her steady. "Sit."A high-pitched squeal escaped her as she felt the heat of his breath against her most sensitive skin."The dress, Rose. Take it off," he ordered, his voice muffled against her thigh. "Now."She moved with frantic haste, crossing her arms to yank the peacock-blue fabric over her head and tossing it blindly to the floor. Ethan let out a low, appreciative groan. Stripped down to her white lace bra, her full, plump breasts were heaving with every ragged breath she took. She looked down at him, her expression a mask of pure, unadulterated desire, her soul
Rose shivered, a sharp gasp escaping her as the cool air hit her bare skin. Ethan had dragged her lace panties down, leaving them tangled around her ankles. She felt his large, calloused palms settle on her hips, his thumbs tracing the curves of her backside with a slow, agonizing possessiveness. She let out a low moan, her body arching into his touch, but the tenderness was short-lived.Without warning, a heavy impact landed on her soft flesh. The sting was sudden and sharp, tearing a cry from her throat."Ah!"Ethan didn’t pull away. He immediately covered the reddened skin with his palm, the heat of his hand soothing the very fire he had just ignited."Count, Rose," he commanded, his voice dropping into a dangerously low, gravelly register that vibrated against her chest. "If you don't count for me, I won't stop until I decide you've had enough. Give me ten."Rose nodded frantically, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. She tried to find her voice, but the sensation of his skin ag
Once outside, her eyes scanned the venue grounds—but Killian was nowhere in sight. The music thumped loudly from inside, echoing even out here, making it impossible to call for him.Her pulse quickened as she decided to walk and search for him. It was dark everywhere, and she had no idea where he c
The day had finally come. The Blood Moon Pack celebrated the festival every year as a grand ceremony, with all the Alphas from the surrounding territories in attendance. This year, they were gathering once again, so arrangements for their stay had already been made, along with heightened security f
“Killian, leave him!” James growled, rushing forward to intervene, trying to control the situation—but Killian wasn’t ready to listen.His grip on Corbin’s neck only tightened. Corbin’s face began to pale as he struggled for air, and panic surged through Isabella. Instinctively, with fear clawing a
Isabella glanced at Rose, who shot her a mischievous grin, her innocent eyes sparkling with a secret thrill. Rose gave a playful wink and a cheeky nod toward the front seat, making Isabella shake her head subtly. She knew she had no choice—she had to go and sit beside that infuriating, yet magneti







