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The Uninvited Truth

Author: Ladybee
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-31 18:32:28

I straighten up. I could sit here, starve, and cry about my feelings… or I could do what I’ve always done—survive. If Jack couldn’t feed me, I’d do it the old-fashioned way.

If bounty hunting taught me anything, it’s how to live without comfort. I’ve done it before. I can do it again.

Rabbit stew. Wolf style.

I head out of the kitchen, rubbing my hands together as I make my way to the room. I slip on Jack’s hoodie and his oversized boots, stepping outside and inhaling the crisp, piney air. The house is secluded, swallowed by dense woods—perfect for a solo hunting session. Rabbits were easy prey. And honestly? Nothing tastes better than roasted rabbit under moonlight in wolf form.

Shifting comes naturally. Bones crack, skin tightens, and fur rushes across my body. My wolf stretches with a long, satisfied growl.

We run. Silent. Sharp. Hungry.

But after more than an hour of prowling through thick underbrush, I find nothing. Not even a twitching rabbit tail or the flap of a bird wing.

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  • Submission is Not My Style    Let Them Hear You Scream

    Alpha Jack I breathe heavily as I gradually descend from the high she just pulled me into. My eyes flutter open, the haze slowly lifting, and the first thing I see is her.She’s still on her knees before me, my release glistening on her lips—lips she’s now biting with deliberate, sultry intent. Her gaze is fixed on mine, dark and heavy-lidded, filled with mischief and molten heat.Goddess, she looks divine like this—covered in my cum, kneeling before me like the perfect submissive she-wolf. The sight stirs something feral in me, and I feel my cock already hardening again.“Take her. Now.”My wolf snarls in my mind, restless, demanding. I grit my teeth to resist the urge, every muscle in my body taut with restraint."Not yet."I watch her rise to her feet with slow, feline grace, dragging her tongue across the corner of her lips to catch the last taste of me. Then she turns, casually trying to walk away—as if she hadn’t just undone me.My body snaps into motion before my mind catches

  • Submission is Not My Style    On My Knees for the Alpha

    He doesn't say a word — just stares, eyes locked on mine, his chest rising a little quicker with each breath.“Kali… what are you—”I don’t let him finish.My hand moves swiftly, reaching for his crotch before he can react. His breath catches as I tug down the zipper, a seductive grin tugging at the corner of my lips, watching his eyes widen in stunned disbelief. The air around us crackles with anticipation as I run my splayed fingers down his growing erection.His nostrils flare as he watches me, but he makes no move to stop me or even recoil; that alone gives me so much power.Without breaking our eye contact, my hand slips into his pants, taking hold of him. He inhales sharply, his steely gaze darkening into pools of obsidian.My hand seems feeble in comparison to the veiny monster that is staring back angrily at me. I should be afraid, but instead I feel heat pulling at my core, soaking my panties."Kali..." he growls in warning, his chest rumbling as he grips the armrest of his c

  • Submission is Not My Style    Game on

    My smirk doesn’t budge, not even as the sting of dirt clings to my skin and humiliation pulses beneath it like a fresh burn.Celestia turns back to the crowd, chin held high, basking in their attention like it’s sunlight. She looks utterly pleased with herself, but that’s where she messed up.Because she gave me the spotlight.And now… I’m taking it.Slowly, deliberately, I rise from the ground. Graceful. Poised.I act as though I don’t care that every eye is on me. My heart pounds like a war drum, but I force my spine to stay straight.This isn’t how I imagined being introduced to the pack… but fine.If they want a show — I’ll give them one.Confidence. Control. No fear.What a Luna should have.And I will be Luna, for now.Without giving myself time to second-guess it, I stride straight toward the crowd — toward her.Celestia’s smirk falters for the briefest second as I approach, but she schools her face quickly, pretending not to flinch.I stop in front of her — close enough to cat

  • Submission is Not My Style    A Mate's Pride

    "Please be careful when delivering these letters," I tell Fury in a serious tone. "Especially the one for my mother. I know I told you my adopted father is the beta but I also forgot to mention that he is holds the title for the world's biggest asshole. His senses are sharp as hell. He practically keeps my mother on a leash."Fury gives me a slight bow, his hand pressed to his chest. "Of course, Luna. I’ll tell the men to be discreet about it. You have my word."But as he straightens, I notice it again—he scratches his nose. Not once, not twice. He’s been doing it from the moment he stepped back inside. My eyes narrow suspiciously."You good, Fury?" I ask.He freezes, his nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air. His face twists into a grimace, and he scratches his chin hard enough that I almost hear the scrape of nails against skin."Yeah, yeah..." he mutters, but then he sniffs again, looking almost embarrassed as frustration creeps into his voice. "It’s just—there’s this weird scent.

  • Submission is Not My Style    Claiming What's Mine

    The moment I step out of that damn room, I feel like punching a wall. My boots hit the wooden floor with heavy thuds as I stalk down the hallway.Her scent—Kali—still clings to me like a curse I can’t shake off. My wolf growls low inside me, agitated and restless.She said date.Fucking date—like we’re humans in some cheesy goddamn romance novel. Like I’m a lovesick idiot chasing fairy tales, or worse, just some guy she met in a damn coffee shop. Not the male the moon goddess made for her.Fuck.I rake a hand through my hair, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. If my Beta hadn’t mindlinked me when he did, I swear—I would’ve pinned her against that door and tasted her sinful lips until she remembered exactly who the hell I am. I would’ve silenced every doubt with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth—until every excuse she keeps using to push me away vanishes.But no. She wants slow. She wants trust.If only Khaos hadn’t interrupted—And now that I think about it... she looked terrified. Fragil

  • Submission is Not My Style    Terms of Submission

    It feels like the air has been knocked out of my lungs. I just stand there, frozen, my heart pounding far too hard against my chest.Did I hear that right?Live here? Win his heart? Be his?My eyes instinctively flick to Jack—and for the briefest moment, I swear—I see it. The faintest twitch at the corner of his lips. A damn smile—or is it a smirk?And just like that, it’s gone—vanished like it was never there. But I saw it.Something twists painfully in my chest.Is he… enjoying this?“Focus on what really matters,” my wolf growls inside my head, her voice sharp and jagged like broken glass. “Mate rejected the Alpha King’s offer—for us. Stop gawking like some jealous fool and claim him. He chose you. Stop being stupid. Accept him. Let him mark us now so we can throw that bitch out before she takes what’s ours.”But before I can respond, Jack’s voice cuts through the tension, deep and laced with something I can’t quite place.Authority? Anger?Or... protectiveness?“What you’re asking

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