LOGINVuk Kael Laskovic:“Maureen!!! Maureen!!!”My voice tore through the corridor as I rushed out of the bedroom, my feet hitting the stone floor hard enough to echo through the hallway. The cold air outside the room slapped against my skin, but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe properly. I just moved, heart pounding violently against my ribs as a sick, crawling feeling spread through my chest.Guards immediately straightened at my shout, their heads snapping in my direction, confusion flashing across their faces as they realized something was wrong.“Spread out!” I barked, my voice rough and sharp with rising panic. “Search every wing. East, North, South—now! Find the Luna!”They didn’t hesitate. Boots thundered against stone as they broke into motion, scattering in different directions, calling her name as they ran. The maids began pouring out from nearby chambers, their faces pale and frightened, whispering among themselves as the tension spread like wildfire through
Vuk Kael Laskovic: Then I pushed in. Slowly. Inch by thick inch. We both groaned as her tight heat enveloped me. She was velvet and fire around my cock, squeezing me so perfectly I had to pause halfway to keep from coming too soon. Her walls fluttered and clenched, pulling me deeper. “Fuck, Maureen… so tight… so perfect,” I growled against her neck. When I bottomed out, my hips flush against hers, I stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust while I kissed her slow and filthy. Then I started moving—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with her breathy moans and my low grunts. I fucked her like I had all the time in the world—slow and grinding, then harder, faster, changing angles until I found the one that made her nails rake down my back. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I captured one nipple in my mouth again, sucking hard while I drove into her. She came aga
Vuk Kael Laskovic:Now that the ceremony was over, I finally had Maureen in my arms.Not as Luna.Not as the woman standing before an entire kingdom.Just mine.She lay against me on the bed, her body relaxed against my chest, her white hair spilling across my arm like silk. The crown had long been removed, her gown loosened, the heavy weight of the night finally falling away from her shoulders.Her eyes stayed fixed on my face.Studying me.Soft.Quiet.No one speaking.Just breathing.Just existing in the stillness that followed chaos.“Tonight was amazing…” she murmured softly.Her voice carried exhaustion—but also pride. The kind of pride that came from surviving something big.I let my fingers slide slowly through her hair, brushing the strands back from her face, memorizing her features the way I always did when the world finally gave me a moment of peace.“You were beautiful tonight,” I said quietly.My voice dropped slightly, roughened by emotion I didn’t bother hiding.“I cou
Maureen Laskovic:And today… it was the day.The very day.The day the North would finally see what I had carried, what I had protected, what I had fought tooth and nail to keep alive. The day my children would be presented before the court, named before the elders, and recognized as heirs of the Northern Dominion.“Luna… you are beautiful!! So beautiful, Luna,” the maids gushed behind me as they adjusted the final pieces of my attire.Their voices overlapped in soft admiration as careful hands worked around me—one fixing the drape of my gown, another adjusting the folds of silk that flowed down my back like liquid moonlight. The fabric hugged my waist perfectly before cascading into layered waves of silver and deep midnight blue, threaded with fine embroidery that shimmered faintly under the light.One of them stepped forward with the ceremonial crown.I lifted my chin slightly, allowing her to place it carefully atop my head. The cool metal rested against my hair, settling into plac
Maureen Laskovic:“Maureen!! This is absolutely beautiful!!!”Nyxara’s voice rang loudly through the grand hall, echoing off the tall stone walls as she spun slowly in place, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of the decorations. The rich fabrics, the silver-threaded banners, the glowing lanterns suspended carefully from the ceiling—it all shimmered under the warm lighting like something pulled straight from a dream.I couldn’t help but laugh softly at her reaction.“Awww, thank you!” I said warmly, stepping closer and taking her hands in mine. “I’ve been working on it for days now. I wanted everything to be perfect… absolutely perfect.”Nyxara squeezed my fingers tightly before releasing them, her gaze still sweeping across the hall with open admiration.“I can’t believe tomorrow is finally the day,” I continued, my voice softening as emotion crept in. “Tomorrow… I get to see my babies presented before everyone. I get to hold them proudly and never let anyone make me feel like I h
Maureen Laskovic:The fabrics were beautiful.Soft layers of silver-threaded silk, pale blue velvet, and warm ivory cotton lay spread across the long table before me. Tiny embroidery patterns shimmered faintly beneath the afternoon light—wolves, moons, and northern stars stitched carefully into the cloth as symbols of legacy and protection. The court seamstresses had outdone themselves this time.Lauren, Lucian, and Adrian deserved nothing less.I ran my fingers slowly across the nearest piece, feeling the smoothness beneath my skin, imagining how small their bodies would look wrapped in such delicate work. A quiet warmth settled inside my chest as I lifted one of the tiny sleeves, holding it carefully between my fingers.“This one,” I said, nodding once. “Use this design for Lauren. The silver trim suits her.”“Yes, my Luna,” the head seamstress replied immediately, bowing slightly as she marked the instruction onto her parchment.“And for Lucian,” I continued, lifting another piece,
– Vuk Kael LaskovićShe stood at the balcony doors, moonlight spilling over her like liquid silver, turning the bite on her shoulder into a living brand. My mark. My moon.I crossed the room in three strides, unable to stay away a second longer. My hands found her waist, careful—always so fucking c
NyxaraI walked far enough that their voices finally faded into the relentless crash of the waves below.The cold sea wind whipped at my hair, stinging my cheeks, dragging salt across my lips. I needed this—the space, the bite of the air, something sharp enough to cut through the chaos in my head.
Eryx:Light stabbed my eyelids—sharp, golden, too bright for whatever hell I’d crawled out of.My head throbbed like a war drum, each pulse echoing the hammer blows from the fight the night before. Everything hurt: my shoulder burned where claws had raked deep, ribs cracked and protesting every bre
Vuk Lasković:I had to leave the house before I lost the last thread of my control.Maureen was in the kitchen, humming softly, wearing nothing but my black shirt from the night before. The sleeves were rolled to her elbows, the hem skimming the tops of her thighs. But what stopped me dead in the d







