ログインObediently, Clarissa crawled over the bed to me, stood in front of me, then slid down my body. As she did, she pulled my pants down, then took me into her warm, wet mouth. I looked at Katla who raised and eyebrow at me, smirking, and then I looked down at the woman between my legs. Humans were very good at this; I had to give credit where credit was due. She pulled my length into her mouth and I grabbed the back of her head and looked up while I thrust over her tongue and deep into her throat. When I felt my climax rising, I picked her up and threw her back onto the bed.
Clarissa looked at me seductively and placed her feet on the bed, opening her legs to expose her wet and waiting pussy. “Clarissa, touch yourself,” Katla commanded, and Clarissa obeyed, running her fingers over her slim frame and between her legs. She was clean shaven, and her fingers found her clit, massaging it. While she was massaging her clit, I slid two fingers into her soft, pink folds. Her back arched and she moaned. I removed my fingers and slid my length into her, climbing on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I began sliding myself rhythmically. Humans were so fragile, and I couldn’t be as rough with them as she-wolves. She arched her back and began pumping her hips to meet my rhythm. I pushed up on one hand, and held her leg in the other, pushing deep into her. Katla could sense her pleasure mounting, and commanded, “Clarissa, your orgasm is mine.” Katla was so fucking sexy. It was driving Sargon wild, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in her, claiming her as his mate. I pumped my hips into Clarissa, and the tension mounted. Thinking of Katla, the way her scent caught the breeze, her voice, her command, the way she moved, her hair, her mouth, her arousal, I thrust into Clarissa and filled her with my cum. Her pussy dripped with white liquid. “Good,” Katla mused, “Now, it seems you have something that belongs to me.” She looked at the cum seeping out between Clarissa’s legs. Katla removed her shirt and panties, and I sucked in a breath. She reached behind her neck and unclasped the necklace then laid it gently on the chair. She was glorious. Her perfect breasts with their pink nipples, the way her flawless skin stretched over her abdomen, the triangle of well groomed hair at the top of her long, pale, muscular legs. Pure perfection. She swung her hips as she walked to the bed, and Clarissa looked at her with wide eyes. “Lay down,” she ordered. She was so goddamn sexy. Katla climbed on the bed and crawled on top of Clarissa, their chests meeting and kissed her deep. She ran her tongue down her body and circled her clit with her tongue. Clarissa gasped and moaned, her back arching. Katla lapped at her clit, then sucked and tugged on her pussy. Clarissa’s moans turned into screams as Katla’s tongue licked up the cum I had left behind. Clarissa’s back arched, and Katla claimed her orgasm, leaving her a puddle on the bed after her pussy stopped pulsing. “Holy shit,” Clarissa gasped. Katla looked at me and flashed a fang filled smile, “You’re mine,” her wolf said to Sargon. He couldn’t agree more, and I stood in disbelief as I processed the strange turn of events from today. How could she not know who she was? She was immune to the human lands. “Clarissa, thank you,” Katla said, “Your assistance was perfect. Have a nice night.” And she locked eyes with me while Clarissa understood the cue that it was time to gather her things and leave for the evening. As Clarissa dressed and started to leave, Katla said, “Obviously, this goes without saying, but I’m going to say it anyway. Tonight’s…assistance…doesn’t leave this room.” Clarissa nodded then quickly showed herself out. I looked at Katla, curled up on the large bed, wondering who this amazing woman was. One thing was for sure, she was mine and I was hers. We both knew it. She looked up at me with those eyes that read my soul, “Tell me I’m a good girl,” she said. “Oh, you are so, so much more than a good girl,” I grinned, then I smacked her ass. She yelped, then laughed and pulled me next to her. I curled up protectively around her and held her in my arms while we drifted off to sleep.Damien “Rolf, Clarissa, look for Peter,” I called as I sprinted up the stairs. When I ran into the room, I found Katla, but with her eyes that burned an even brighter blue from crying and tear streaked cheeks, she took my breath away. “I wouldn’t tell her that right now,” Sargon suggested. “No shit,” I told him back. “Katla, I’m so sorry. I know you’re mad, but I promise I didn’t know until I saw the Night Flame come alive as it touched your skin. Please, believe me. I still don’t understand, but I want us to figure this out together. Ok?” “The Night Flame?” She asked. “The purple diamond, it’s special and it can only be controlled by the prophesied princess, the direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself at the time of Her choosing. I think that might be you, Katla,” I walked across the room, sat on the floor next to her, and held her. “Damien. Something happened. I can’t find it,” she cried. “That’s why I screamed.” “C
Damien “Explain,” both Sargon and I growled at the same time, still glaring at Clarissa, who was more pale than usual. “I was upset,” Katla explained, “And Clarissa saw me sitting over there, crying. It’s just, the weight of everything…” and she started to trail off. “When she was upset, I suggested we go for a walk to help her clear her mind and get some air,” Clarissa picked up for her. “So we walked, and I saw a little wolf with a human—“ Katla was clearly amused by this. “A dog,” Clarissa finished. “We walked to the Roaming Bean. I thought it would be good for her to see other Wolf People, so she wouldn’t feel alone. Only, I didn’t know—“ Katla picked up, “She didn’t know what happened yesterday.” “And you told her while you were there?” I asked. “Yes, because Ronaldo told me about Viti saying I was dead and trying to make others follow Iceclaw. ‘Bend the knee,’ he said. It’s like Viti is trying to
Damien After deflecting Erik’s questioning about the events of the previous evening, we briefly discussed business, confirming a few shipments, and setting up a time for me to come visit my center in their territory. After we ended the meeting, I asked Rolf to follow up with our allies in the South, but to do so carefully, reminding him that the packs needed to believe whatever lie Iceclaw was peddling about Katla’s death. Their lack of technology in the Southern packs was really a hindrance. I walked out looking forward to being punched in the face by a waft of Lavender, Eucalyptus, and imminent snow, but I found that is was dissapating, like it was being siphoned down a drain. I ran up the stairs to the room where she had been, but she wasn’t there. I followed her scent down the hallway past the art that some human interior decorator had hung and down the stairs. I walked past the living room, to the entryway by the elevator. On th
Katla As we walked, I noticed that the city’s endless interlocking roads were organized into large rectangles named by numbers. Roads that ran east to west were even numbers and north to south were odd. Silver Tower was in the very center of the city, “prime real estate” Clarissa explained, and depending on the direction we were from that, a north, south, east, or west was added. “Meant to be Alpha?” Clarissa asked. Humans asked a lot of questions. “Something… happened… when the announcement was meant to be made,” I said, becoming uncomfortable. “Did you realize Damien was your mate and decided to be his Luna instead?” I could tell she was proud of herself using wolf words. “Not exactly,” I said. We rounded a corner and stopped in front of a glass door with a coffee bean fashioned to look like a full moon tucked behind a cloud and the name “The Roaming Bean” above the logo and “Proudly Serving Wolves and Humans for 75 year
Katla I sat on the floor, re-reading my father’s letter, trying to make sense of the words as an anger crept in along the edges of my confusion. How could he have kept this from me? How could he have left me to figure this out on my own? It was all just so unfair. I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask to be Alpha. I didn’t ask to be married. I didn’t ask to be descended from the Moon Goddess whatever the fuck that meant. And I sure as hell didn’t ask for my father to leave me and my pack to become whatever it is now. I had never felt more alone. Silent tears spilled down my cheeks. I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Katla…er, Miss Iceclaw? Is everything ok?” I looked up through my wet lashes and saw Clarissa. She crouched down, and handed me a tissue. “Do you want to talk about it?” I took the tissue and began wiping my eyes, not sure what I wanted. “Is it Mr. Silverburn? Did he hurt you?” That question shook me back to the present.
Katla My Dearest Daughter, Alpha-in Waiting Katla , From the moment you first opened your eyes beneath the silver glow of the moon, I knew your path would be unlike any other. You were not simply born into this pack—you were chosen by something far older, far greater than any Alpha who has walked these lands before us.As you step forward to claim your place as Alpha, there is a truth I have carried for many years, waiting for the right moment to place it in your hands. You are not only my daughter.You are directly descended from the wolves of lore, the Lycan race, and have been the subject of prophecy for a millennia. In time, you will come to understand what that means and you will come to wield the moonstone that has been passed from mother to daughter, gifted from the Goddess at the beginning of time, lying dormant until the time of prophecy. The strength of the Moon Goddess flows through your veins as surely as your own blood. Th







