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Notice: SENSUAL CONTENT READ WITH CAUTIONAra POVI hardly recognise what i am doing. My vision blurry, all I could feel was something piecing through me. I kept twitching and feeling a pleasure I haven't felt before. I tried to open my eyes slowly , trying my best to gasp what was happening. I opened my eyes and saw a beast on top of me.he kept pounding me like a play thing. "You are finally awake" he said and stopped moving, carefully brushing his hair behind him with his fingers, revealing that tempting and irresistible face off his.His broad shoulders were enough to melt my inner cells. I wondered how many times we did it. "It's almost nightfall and i still haven't had enough of you"He suddenly pulled out. A thick liquid came out of my cunt. He placed his head in between my legs. "W_What are you doing?""You are so wet down here, it's so beautiful" in a dark and demeaning manner she voiced out. Before I knew it his tongue had penetrated in me."Aaah!" I moaned loudly, quickly m
Sebastian woke up earlier than expected, even though that was not what he wanted. He longed to spend more time in bed, holding Ara in his arms. But an enemy was at large and on his land. Their territory was known for being barbaric—rogues and beast-like—so some sought alliances with them for protection. Kalis was one of those who had done so. However, their alliance was unlike any other. Both Sebastian and Kalis were powerful alphas of two massive wolf packs, and neither was willing to surrender to the other. This led to disputes now and then. Kalis had come for a visit after hearing rumors that Sebastian, who rarely purchased anything, had bought a beta—something unheard of. Curiosity got the better of him, and he wanted to uncover what or who had piqued the interest of the cold-hearted barbarian alpha. Unfortunately for him, Sebastian was not pleased with this unannounced visit. Without hesitation, he summoned an urgent meeting, calling all his pack members together. Sebastian’
The grand hall was filled with the flickering lights, the sun casting it's lights like a shadow on the stone walls. The air was thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm. At the center of the room stood Sebastian, his beautiful long White hair dressed behind him in his seat. His piercing green eyes scanned the faces of the council members, each one a formidable figure in their own right. His mind troubled, feeling the uneasiness of his council. Their questionable look and all thanks to Kalis. Kalis , he lifted his head after the apology. His tall figure was the most admirable. underneath that beautiful face of his , there was sneed that only meant trouble. He began to question Sebastian again. "Sebastian," he began, his voice dripping with mockery, "you claim to lead us, yet you hesitate when it comes to dealing with our enemies. How can we trust you to protect our interests?" The prophecy is not only the elites enemy but ours to" Sebastian's jaw tightened,
Ara’s POV“I need to ease myself, and I can’t do that with you on me,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.The maid raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with skepticism. “You said you wanted to explore the town, and now you want to ease yourself? Hmm, Miss…”“Voldine,” I finished for her, my voice steady.“Voldine,” she repeated, tilting her head as if the name rang a faint bell. “Hmm, that name sounds familiar, but it doesn’t matter. This is an order from our leader, I can’t go against it.”I sighed, disappointment settling in. My escape plan wasn’t going as smoothly as I’d hoped. To make matters worse, I couldn’t even remember what had happened yesterday. It was all a blur, like I’d been in some kind of heat-induced haze.I paused, realizing my thoughts were spiraling. Get it together, Ara.The maid’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Ai, I hope you’re not in too much shock just because I didn’t do your bidding.”I shook my head. It was clear she didn’t like me. Her gaze
"A Red-Haired Woman""Is she a Promas?" someone whispered."That’s impossible. They’ve been gone for so long, no one even knows if they still exist," another voice replied.Ara was closer to the tavern now, and she could hear the murmurs and whispers behind her. Her appearance was drawing attention, and she knew it. She took a deep breath, deciding to ignore them, and stepped inside the tavern.The moment she entered, everyone turned to look at her. The scene before her was chaotic—men and women drinking, laughing, and dancing, some even half-naked. But as soon as she walked in, everything came to a halt.She gulped, not expecting such a reaction. She knew she had to keep moving forward, but the air was thick with the pheromones of Alphas, making it harder for her to think clearly. She had to stay strong if she wanted to avoid being captured by the men staring at her.Ara made her way to the counter and took a seat. As soon as she did, the music and dancing resumed, and she finally fel
Finally, I managed to escape the tavern with Sebastian’s help. He was undeniably strong—his presence alone spoke volumes. The moment he stepped into the tavern, the atmosphere shifted, and everyone seemed to fall under his command. I couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself, exuding power and confidence. For a brief moment, fear gripped me as I watched the tall, bulky man collapse, choking on his own blood. But when Sebastian extended his hand to me, that fear melted into admiration. He treated me like a princess, gently taking my hand and guiding me out of the chaos. “My lady,” he called me, his voice smooth and flattering. I hadn’t expected such courtesy. Once we were outside, I finally got a proper look at him. There was something oddly familiar about him, though I couldn’t quite place where I’d seen him before. He initiated a conversation, and I considered asking for his help. But before I could, his demeanor shifted. He pulled me close, his grip firm. I i
My eyes snapped open, and I gasped for air, my hand instinctively reaching up to touch my face. I turned my head left and right, trying to orient myself.On my right stood an angry woman, her piercing glare fixed on me."You're finally awake," she spat. Her voice triggered a flood of memories from the previous night.I gulped. Even after losing consciousness, I had continued to thrust into her, driven by some primal urge. I had done whatever I wanted, and it still hadn’t been enough. I’d even chained her up. She must despise me more than ever now."Do you mind taking off these chains? I hate being tied up like an animal," she growled, her voice laced with venom.I sighed and got to my feet. As I turned to face her, she quickly covered her eyes, recoiling at my nakedness.I shook my head. "Why cover your eyes? You swallowed every inch of me last night. Why act shy now?""Pervert! Release me right now!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger.I ignored her, grabbed some clothes to c
The Black Moon PackNotice: Sexual content (MxM). Read with caution.Brago was in a foul mood after a heated argument with his council. They had vehemently opposed his decision to call upon the Elite Pack, refusing to listen to his reasoning no matter how passionately he argued. Frustrated and furious, he sought solace in a more carnal distraction.He summoned his finest omegas, both male and female, lining them up before him. Franco stood dutifully at his side.“Franco,” Brago began, his voice low and commanding, “who among them do you find beautiful?”Franco hesitated, his eyes scanning the line of omegas before he sighed and replied, “None.”Brago raised an eyebrow, surprised. “What? None? They are all pleasing to the eye. Why claim none?”Suddenly, Franco stepped forward, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. He bowed deeply, his voice soft but firm. “I am more than worthy to serve you, Brago.”Brago was taken aback by Franco’s sudden boldness. This wasn’t the first time they had
Ara's POVThe horse was faster than I thought. She moved quickly but carefully, fast enough to get me to the arena on time.She knew how important it was for me to get there.We were getting close. I could hear people cheering. The host was calling out the names of the final four.I wondered what he was thinking. Was he happy I wasn’t there?Did he want me to survive? Was he waiting for me?These thoughts rushed through my mind. I didn’t even realize we had reached the arena. Everyone looked shocked to see me on a horse.The alpha, Brago, stood up and pointed at me. Then I saw Sebastian. He looked right at me. He looked away for a second, but I didn’t take my eyes off him.“How did she make it through? She was supposed to be dead! How is this even possible?” I heard Freya say. She was the woman I had fought—she had almost killed me.“Calm down, Freya,” Franco said, holding her back.I stepped down from the horse, still glaring at her.“Finally, the five survivors have made it,” the ho
Present:Sebastian’s POV“Ahh!” I gasped as I woke up, my head spinning and vision blurry.“Seb, you’re finally awake,” I heard Gargath’s voice from a distance.I blinked. “Aye, are you alright?” His voice was clearer now.I looked up—he was standing in front of me. His voice trembled. He was worried.“W-What happened?” I asked.“You fainted. We brought you to your chambers. You need rest, so don’t—”I could hear him clearly now. My vision had returned. And suddenly, I remembered why we were here.It was the game. I had fainted because of the pain in my chest.I grabbed Gargath’s hand. “What about the game?”He hesitated. “Aye... it’s almost over.”“What about Ara—I mean, the red-haired?”He sighed and shook his head. I let go instantly.My chest felt heavy. No. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be dead. We were connected.If she were dead, I’d be dead too. So she must be alive. Or... maybe she ran away.She used this chance to run. She tricked me. She left me—again.That—“Seb. Seb,” Garg
A man burst into Ragnor’s chamber, haggard and nearly out of breath.“My king, wake up!”The king stirred, annoyed by the intrusion. He turned, pulling the sheets over Hulda beside him.“How dare he wake me? What could be more important than my rest?” he growled.The man dropped to his knees, bowing low. “Forgive me, my king, but there is urgent news.” His eyes flicked toward Hulda, who had pulled the sheet from her head and now sat up.Ragnor noticed the glance and stood, covering himself. He stormed over and grabbed the man by the neck.“You fool! You dare lay your eyes—!”But before he could finish, the chamber doors slammed open again. More men entered, swords drawn—aimed not at Ragnor, but at Hulda.Ragnor let go of the man and turned sharply.“What is the meaning of this?!” he barked.One warrior stepped forward. “My king, stay away from her. She carries ill intentions toward you.”Ragnor’s face twisted with fury. “What madness is this?! Who dares accuse her?! You enter my room w
Past.. 1000 AD Notice: Sensual content ahead, read with caution. Hulda faced off her enemies head on. She fought vigorously and defeated many of the participating. After long battle. Hee emerged victorious. King Ragnor couldn’t hold back his excitement. Finally no one could come between them. They could finally be together. No options, since she won the heart of them audience. VIKRON… King Ragnor’s room. The torches flickered low in the royal room of king Ragnor. Casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and the heady perfume of desire. King Ragnor permitted for the servants to service his room. Make it look attractive and surreal. The servants did as they were told. Collected the finest perfumes and wolves skins. The wooden bed covered in fur. White. He stood by the arched window, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlight, his green eyes emitting such eagerness. His heart pounding as the heavy w
The horse kept talking about remembering and stuff i couldn’t comprehend. His voice unfamiliar, feminine. His gaze unnervingly still watched me with eyes too knowing to belong to an animal. "Remember your past, Ara. That is the only way to win Sebastian Knight’s heart." he said like he knew my purpose of being in the game. I wondered. “How did..” “As I said earlier, I am here to help nothing more. You need to remember the memories you have chosen to forget” Its voice was smooth, like wind through the trees, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. I blinked hard, squeezing my eyes shut. “This must be a dream” I muttered to myself. This is a dream. It has to be. When I opened them again, the horse hadn’t moved. “What memories, are you in my dream or maybe I am still dreaming” “Listen to me I don’t have much time Ara” He knew my name and called it once more. “I am here to help” “I don’t even believe in you,” I muttered, more to myself than to it. The horse exhaled, a sound al
In the ash-gray dawn, wind whispered through the trees like spirits speaking in lost tongues. “We need to split,” Franco whispered. “I disagree,” Rose said, eyes sharp. “Same here,” Ara nodded, her voice low like thunder before the storm. But their words shattered, for steel clashed ahead—two groups, charging, roaring, blades singing. The fight was wild. Not one soul gave ground. They fought like beasts. But one side had to break. One did. When the blood mist cleared, only three walked from the wreck—silent, breathless. Franco, Rose, and Ara watched, horror in their eyes. Franco once held a sword like a king held a crown. But those days were behind. He had crawled to Brago’s side, left battle for politics, and now his blade arm was slow, soft. He would not survive hand-to-hand. “They failed, like the others,” a voice rang. Freda. She stepped through smoke and bone, flanked by wolves—Alphas and Betas, fierce, fanged, loyal. Ara raised her hand, gesturing to Rose a
Ara’s POV The gods must still look upon me with some favor—for I had not drawn attention. Not yet. But the forest screamed. I could hear the cries of others in the distance, sharp and raw, carried by the wind. And worse… I could smell them—dormant Alphas. Their scent was sour, primal. Disgusting. Still, I had no choice but to bear it. I pressed crushed herbs to my neck, masking my scent. An Omega must hide, not shine. I gripped my bow tight. The string hummed softly. No close combat—I’d lose before I even had a chance to strike. Then… footsteps. Quick, heavy. I ducked behind a thick tree, breath tight in my chest. From behind the branches, I saw her. A woman—tall, sharp-eyed. Black hair like nightfall, eyes like a frost sea. Her voice was silk and steel. “Slay as many as you can,” she said to the two men beside her. “And your reward shall be a night with me.” A cruel grin touched her lips. I recognized the first man—an Alpha with a dark tattoo etched across his arm. I had
NOTICE: Sexual abuse and high violence scenes read with caution. The forest sprawled like a burial ground, thick with shadows. Over three hundred participants swarmed beneath its canopy, hunting and hunted. Alphas unleashed pheromones to assert dominance. Omegas wielded charms to survive, while Betas scrambled for scraps of safety. Some had formed temporary packs, though alliances frayed like rotting thread. Soon, even comrades would turn on one another. fanco trudged beside Rose, though “teammate” was too generous a term. Rose’s defiance crackled like static. “You shouldn’t have followed me here,” Rose snapped. Franco scanned the trees, jaw tight. “You think I wanted to? Stay close.” “If you’re so reluctant, then leave! I’ll make a fine feast for the Alphas.” Franco whirled on him. “I’m sick of this act. Being Brago’s favorite doesn’t mean I’ll cater to your whims.” Rose barked a laugh. “His favorite? Who does he summon every night? He fought to keep you out
Ara's POVI stood again in the arena of blades, where blood-soaked earth remembers all who dared step within. The stench, sharp as a broken promise, struck my senses.It was just as I remembered—the cries of the crowd, the roar of warriors.But this was no homecoming.I alone bore bow and arrow. No sword. No axe. No iron fang to clash with theirs. They laughed then, and they laugh still. Fools. Or maybe it is I who was fooled.I thought it a game. A test of bravery. Not this. Not death in the dirt.And him—Sebastian. I dared not meet his eyes. Shame is heavier than any shield.What fool enters a war of blades with feathered sticks?Would I survive long enough to make my plea? Would he remember me when I fall—if I fall?I shook the thought like snow from my shoulders. Of course he would. He is to be wed soon. And I—what am I but a fallen leader of a broken village?He is loved. And he loves them in return. His people. His duty. Not me.But when he spoke , Gods, when he spoke my