FAZER LOGIN—LYSANDRA--Unlike my monstrous and bed-ridden appearance, Demitry Kolvx appears to be in the opposite attire from me; a fine tailored attire that matches his demeanor, which screams the aura of a commander— and a little bit of mischievousness under those thick brows of his.He doesn’t look startled by my grand, disheveled entrance. And his smile is warm and incredibly annoying because the massive chunk of the fiery, defensive energy I was ready to unleash on him drains completely out of my chest. He doesn’t look like a threat; he looks like a man genuinely happy to see me. But what gives? I don’t know this man, and I don’t want to know him.Sure, he’s good looking and hot and is probably toned under his shirts and all but no…I force my walls back up, refusing to let a handsome face soften my resolve."Ah, Lysandra," he murmurs, his voice, a smooth and deep tone that seems to vibrate through the quiet hall. He takes a step toward me, his eyes tracing my bewildered face and entire
—LYSANDRA—-It’s been days, probably a week since Edric visited and my mind can still play out of what we had. I really don’t want to be thinking about him right now or any day but Every time I close my eyes, my mind betrays me, playing back the raw, frantic details of what we did on this very mattress. I am very silly. Honestly, I didn’t know I had this side of me. I can still feel his warm mouth dragging across my breast, the scraping heat of his teeth on my neck, and the heavy, crushing weight of his body pinning me down.My body is satisfied. Naya is quiet, thoroughly sated by the mating energy she craved for. But I hate it. I hate every single second of it. I smell like him, his scent is all over me.The bond between us has snapped back to life, tighter and more demanding than before right after the sex. It is so strong now that I can weirdly still taste the dark, woody ash of his scent on the back of my tongue. I want to hate him. I should hate him, and I do, but my mental s
—LYSANDRA—*It’s funny how one minute the mood and the air in the room can be so eccentric, so completely ecstatic, and the next, we’re right back to square one. We are both standing here, trying our absolute best not to acknowledge what we just did.Now that my clothes are back on, I cannot deny the satisfaction rolling through me. What had been a constant, unbearable ache inside my core has finally been eased, resulting in a satisfaction I never believed would meet me at my doorstep today.That was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve had in my entire life.It’s not like I’ve had many partners to compare it to, anyway. I have been a starved woman for years, and my body knows it.Edric is putting on his clothes in the far corner of the room, and I can’t help myself as I steal a peek at his body. It’s ironic, really. I couldn't bring myself to look at the same body while he was fucking me, but now I’m secretly tracing the sharp lines of his back and shoulders.I also cannot deny the
—LYSANDRA—--*—Maybe I’ll regret this later. Maybe I’ll have the urge to bang my head against the hardest wall known to mankind—honestly, I probably will. But for now, I just want to savor this moment. This is everything Naya has been craving since she was ignited last night. Okay, maybe not entirely just Naya. This is all me, too.The feel of Edric’s hands on me is making me tipsy. My entire body shivers as his mouth hits my bare skin, sending a wave of electric heat straight down to my pussy.He hoists me up effortlessly, lifting me until both of my legs are straddling his hips. His heavy hands grope my ass, taking a tight, desperate squeeze that makes me gasp against his neck. My dress is already on the floor, discarded and getting ragged against the cold marble.He carries me over and gently moves me down onto my bed, his massive body pinning me into the mattress. He doesn't waste a second. He grabs my left nipple with his mouth, sucking me with absolutely no mercy. I let out a
18+—LYSANDRA-I lead Edric up the stairs and into my bedroom, the silence between us so heavy it feels like a fucking weight. The second the door clicks shut behind him, the room feels ten times smaller.The only reasonable place to have conversation is my room because I don’t want Maddox and some of his guards to stare daggers or eavesdrop on our conversation and now thinking about it, maybe I should have let us have whatever conversations outside! My body is still completely on fire. And it’s no news I’m still heavily wet and swollen from almost coming earlier, and with him being here.And to add that being locked in an enclosed space with him, his pheromones are bouncing off the walls, suffocating me. It’s a direct assault on my senses. Every nerve ending between my thighs is pulsing, and it takes everything in me to stand straight and look him in the eye."What are you here for, Edric?" I demand, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the frantic rise and fall of my breathing.
18+—LYSANDRA—-I arch my back and curl my toenails as my fingers move faster, going inside and out of me.My body lets out a jolt and I let out an insuppressible moan that sends my body rising and collapsing as I enter cloud eleven with my body-breaking orgasm.I am breathing heavily, slipping my fingers out of me, I realize it’s not nearly enough.I thought touching myself would give me even the slightest satisfaction but no, I think it’s making me feel even worse.Gosh.As the first wave of orgasm begins to fade, leaving my muscles weak, the deep-seated hunger doesn't die down. It’s a relentless, rolling heat that the first orgasm barely touches. My fingers find a new, frantic rhythm against my skin, my breath catching in my throat as I slide my other hand up my body. I trace the curve of my waist, the heavy rise and fall of my ribs, gripping my own hips just to feel something grounding against the sheer weight of the arousal.And then slowly I take off my clothes and find ways
—LYSANDRA——With my bags in my grasp. I look at the pack house one last time as the night draws nearer before taking a turn and finally leaving. This wretched house will never be missed.I should probably just set the pack house on fire, maybe that way I’ll do them a favor of even becoming familie
—LYSANDRA-I stare into the vile eyes of the child I gave birth to on this day six years ago, bright blue eyes that once looked at me with adoration, are now glaring at me with fury and disgust. It looks like he’s about to spit on me. “I’m sorry.” I apologize, like I always do. It’s his birthday,
LYSANDRA’s POV—Henry’s face twists like I’ve personally ruined his birthday already. My chest hurts and my stomach drops. “Henry wh—“You’re too ugly,” he snaps, cutting me off, eyes burning as they rake over me. “You’ll scare everyone. I. Really. Don’t. Want. You. There!” He carves his words o
—LYSANDRA’s POV.—“You don’t have much time left.” Lyeon, the pack’s most trusted doctor reveals and I feel my breath hitch.“There’s no way to sugarcoat dying, Luna Lysandra, so I’ll be honest. Your wolf is fading,” I grip the sheets beneath me and look at the old man in front of me.“What?” I s







