Diana My breath comes out heavy as I pant for oxygen. My hair is a mess around my head and face and my arms lay carelessly at my sides. I’m pretty sure I knocked over the small decorative fruit bowl that sits on the kitchen island while I was flailing in ecstasy earlier m- pretty sure it’s broken- can’t bring myself to care. My bones feel like sludge and my entire body is languid and satiated. I’ve never felt this way before. The aftermath of such an intense orgasm leaves my brain scrambled for a good few moments. Left behind is a sense of peace and glowing warmth. My body though tired, feels relaxed and my thoughts are softened. I don’t even want to move- I jolt in shock when I feel a hot tongue take a long swipe at my still twitching overstimulated core. “Wha-“ before a loud moan is wrenched out of me when that tongue starts piercing my hole. “Dom… no… ahhh”, I’m cut off by the lascivious moan that escapes me when he lightly grazes my clit with his teeth between la
Diana Due to the lack of inhibitions I’m currently exhibiting, before I can reason it, my hand is reaching out between us and touching it. I feel it pulsing against my pussy as my hand lightly touches it. Most likely, if I weren’t so exhausted, I would grind my sensitive core on it. To feel the hardness against my clit, to feel it slide against the nerve endings on my pussy lips… My lips part as I start getting breathless, my fingertips slide across the considerable length before a big hand grabs mine and gently lifts it off. I frown at him, “I want to touch it”, I whine and reach out with the other. This time, I manage to wrap my hand around its girth through the pants- or at least try to- before he quickly stops me. “Ssss!” He hisses at the sensation and his hips subconsciously thrust towards my palm before he controls himself, “It’s not a good idea right now, dulcis”, he says, voice thick with suppressed desires. Still straddling his lap with my body still buzzing with li
10 Days Later Diana The gentle hum of the car engine fills the silence as Dominicus drives us toward Deming- the closest city to Garnet City that has an airport. My fingers fidget in my lap, betraying the anxiety I'm trying so hard to contain. After the conversation I had with Dom- where he patiently broke it down his reasons for believing that the Council aren’t really after me in particular, the fear has dissipated by a lot. However, theres still that bit of nervousness left, Afterall, politics and court manipulations is all new territory for me. Thinking about it now, ten days seemed like such a long time when the summons was first delivered, but now it feels as though it passed in the blink of an eye. I glance at Dom's profile, his demeanor is languid and careless as he drives the car with one hand on the wheel. Feeling my eyes on him, his hand reaches over to clasp mine, thumb stroking soothingly across my knuckles. ‘Relax dulcis, I’m here’, I can almost hear the sile
DianaWhen we walk out through the sea of people in exit of Arrivals, it is a familiar face that awaits us.“Oh! It’s him!” I exclaim I surprise. It is the handsome warrior who had intervened during the Censor's visit- Brodik, if I remember correctly he had said his name is. He’s the one who'd shown such remarkable courage in the face of Dom's fury.Dom just raises a brow at this but otherwise doesn’t say anything. With a protective hand on the small of my back, he guides me towards the waiting man, through the throng of people, making sure that no one bumps into me- which is near impossible, since people seem to instinctively part like the Red Sea when they see him coming."Alpha," Brodik’s expression is serious as greets Dom, nodding respectfully when we get to him.Dom merely grunts in acknowledgment, his usual response to anyone who isn't me. I’m taken aback when the warrior turns to me and his expression visibly softens, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, softenin
Diana The heavy oak doors groan on their hinges as they open, revealing a room that feels like it belongs in another world. I step inside, hand in hand with Dominicus, trying to steel myself against the wave of oppressive energy that rolls over me. Every inch of this place screams authority, judgment, and power. Brodik walks ahead of us, his steps measured and deliberate. He pauses just past the threshold and announces, “Elders, Alpha Dominicus Amadeus and Miss Diana Castellanos have arrived.” His voice is calm and emotionless, as he bows toward the table that commands the center of the chamber. A soft voice answers, “Thank you, Brodik.” The room is vast, its high vaulted ceilings supported by beams of dark wood carved with intricate designs that look like ancient lupine totems. The stone walls are adorned with tapestries, their colors faded but still vibrant enough to depict scenes of werewolf history—glorious hunts, battles under full moons, and solemn gatherings of Alphas. T
DianaI blink, startled. Chief Warrior? I glance at Brodik again, standing impassively by the door, and feel a wave of surprise ripple through me. I knew he held rank, but I hadn’t realized it was the highest among the Council’s warriors.“Yes,” I manage to say. “He treated us well.”The Elder’s smile is almost too kind, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all part of some performance.Before he can continue, the massive man beside him—Elder Rothgar, interrupts. His voice is a low, rumbling growl. “Fendel, we are not here for pleasantries. This is a hearing for murder.”I stiffen, my grip on Dominicus’s hand tightening. He in turn, pats the back of my hand with his other palm soothingly.Elder Fendel raises a hand as if to calm him. “Now, now, Rothgar,” he says lightly. “There’s no harm in putting the girl at ease. How can she defend herself if she’s too frightened to speak?”Rothgar’s scowl deepens, and his presence feels even larger. “This is a serious matter,” he growls, his
Diana The heavy silence following Elder Lyra’s announcement is interrupted only by the sound of my breathing. It’s steady, though my heart pounds against my ribs. But with Dominicus beside me, his strong, reassuring hand in mine, fear has no room to grow. His presence is an impenetrable wall, and the warmth of his palm is like an anchor. The anger and hatred churning in my chest as I glance at Beta Marcus further extinguishes what nerves might linger. He doesn’t deserve that power over me anymore. I look up at the table… none of them do. Dominicus is relaxed at my side, but I know him well enough to sense the storm beneath his calm. His eyes sweep across the room lazily, his posture deceptively casual. The faintest smirk tugs at his lips—a lion watching mice scurry about, clueless in their plans to harm him. His gaze flickers to Marcus and the Elders, and I can practically feel his amusement radiating off him. Yet, there’s anger too. It’s subtle, restrained, but it’s there in
Diana Dominicus’s hand tightens around mine slightly, and I glance up at him. His expression hasn’t changed, but I can feel it—the bristle of his emotions, the faint but unmistakable ripple of his power. The air stills, a moment so brief it could almost be missed, yet it’s enough to make every hair on my body stand on end. The room reacts instantly. Marcus’s already pale complexion turns paper white as he shrinks back several steps, his shoulders hunched. Even the formidable Elder Rothgar fidgets uncomfortably, his scowl faltering ever so slightly. The guards standing along the walls straighten as though anticipating an invisible attack, eyes darting nervously our way. Alpha Darius stiffens, his face contorted in confusion. Unlike the others, he doesn’t seem to understand what’s happening. Yet the color drains from his face, and his breathing grows labored. He doesn’t know the source of the pressure, but he feels it—an unspoken promise of death should he misstep. Dominicus exhal
Diana I spot Dom waiting just down the hall, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes flick up as soon as come out me. His face softens—just slightly—and he reaches out. I walk up to him and slip my hand into his. Eleanor falls into step behind us, quiet and peaceful, her presence a steady pulse at my back. Together, the three of us move toward the wide double doors at the end of the hall—the conference room where today’s meeting is about to hold. The air feels thicker here, heavy with the scent of too many wolves, sharp anticipation, and something almost metallic — the bracing edge of challenge, perhaps, or simply the weight of so many packs gathered under one roof. As we near, an Amadeus warrior steps forward. Clyde. He bows smoothly. “Alpha. Luna.” He gives Eleanor a polite nod. “Ma’am.” Dom gives him a curt nod in return, but I offer Clyde a small smile. Eleanor answers warmly, “Hello dear.” Clyde straightens and says, “The packs have brought a fair number of warriors w
DianaI blink, brow arching. Magnus almost mated to someone? That’s news to me.Can’t find it in me to care.The first girl nods eagerly. “Exactly! And it was super suspicious. It was supposed to be this huge deal — even our Alpha was invited — but just a week before the ceremony, it was called off.” She waves her hands for emphasis; the others nod vigorously.She leans in, voice dropping. “I heard Natasha left Zervos and went back to the Silvanus pack, then mated with an Omega from Plena Luna.”Another round of wide eyes and startled gasps.“It’s obvious why the ceremony was canceled,” she smirks. “Natasha met her real mate. Everyone thought Magnus set the match because he hadn’t found his mate yet… but he had. And he rejected her!”The gasps turn into soft curses. I catch words like scum and bastard tossed out under their breath, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.The third girl eagerly nudges the first. “And? And?! What else?”The first girl glances around, then leans
DianaWhat were they thinking?A low voice, warm and smug, ghosts by my ear.“See?” Dominicus says. “I won.”I don’t turn. I can feel the smirk behind his voice and the presence of him just a breath away.I shake my head slowly, incredulous. “They actually came…”“And with a whole damn parade,” he says with a huff of amusement.“Pompousness and posturing,” I mutter.He chuckles. “That’s what you bet against, dulcis.”I scowl, still watching the arrivals, still baffled by the absurdity of it all.“And now,” he says, voice low as he leans down slightly, “you owe me.”I start to ask what the terms were again, but then I feel his lips brush the shell of my ear, and his whispered words burn hotter than sunlight across my skin.My breath catches. My entire body flushes.Damn him.Dom steps back and with a sweeping motion of his arm, the corners of his mouth quirking upward, he says, “Ladies, shall we?”I pull my gaze away from the window, and roll my eyes at him. “Lets.”Behind me, Eleanor
Diana “You’re on speaker, Alpha. They can all hear you now.” Dominicus doesn’t waste a breath. “Good,” he says, his tone flat, cold. “Then listen closely because this-“ he pauses, just long enough to make the weight of his next words settle into their bones, “—is the key to a ‘peaceful retirement’ for all of you.” There’s no trace of politeness. No deference. Only the weight of his authority, sharp as steel. The line is silent. No one dares interrupt. “Of the thirty-seven packs–,” he continues, “you each used to run one of the major nine.” Ten now - The Amadeus pack is back, I muse. “The rest of the smaller — scattered, less resourced packs are no less important. Therefore you are not only to go back to your own packs. You will each take responsibility for informing the Alphas of the minor packs in your regions. I don’t care how you do. Just get it done.” He paces a little, jaw tight. “You will tell them witches exist. You will tell them that dark witches have returned — tha
Diana Billy takes a step forward and wraps me in his warm bear hug. I bury my face in his chest and hug him just as tight. He steps back, “See you in a bit, kid”, and with a little wave, turns around and strides back towards the cars. I watch as they begin to pile into the SUVs, Billy among them. He gives me one last wink, grinning crookedly before ducking into the lead car. The low growl of the engines rises as the vehicles roll down the driveway, kicking up small clouds of dust and mist in their wake. I watch until the last taillight vanishes into the mist. A warm arm curls around my shoulders, anchoring me to the earth. Dominicus presses a kiss to my temple, his voice a soft murmur against my hair. “Don’t worry, dulcis. They’ll be fine. And they’ll bring her back safely.” I close my eyes for a moment, breathing him in, clinging to the hope stitched into his words. I hope so. For Billy’s sake. For Emerald’s sake. For all of us…We don’t go inside right away.
Diana “Wake me up early?” I mumble, already half-drifting again. “I wanna see Billy off in the morning.” “I will,” he promises, kissing the top of my head. Silence falls between us, soft and fragile. I’m just on the edge of sleep when his voice comes again, low and rough and achingly sincere. “Dulcis…” I hum in acknowledgment, too tired to form a real word. “The reason I’m not stopping you from fighting this war… isn’t because I care about you any less. I hope you know that. Right?” Something in his tone — the raw inflection, the brittle edge — tugs at me, pulling me back to him. I blink my eyes open and tilt my head up to look at him. In the muted light, his face is shadowed, but I can see it — the tightness around his mouth, the faint crease between his brows. And in his eyes — gods — there’s worry. Guilt. And buried much deeper, a sliver of fear so raw it makes my heart ache. I know what he’s thinking - what is weighing on him. It’s Billy’s words, thro
Diana Dominicus gently kisses my tears away before gathering me up into his arms as he gets off the bed. “Let’s get you clean and ready for bed”, he says and I hum in reply. I nestle against him, feeling the steady thrum of his heart under my cheek as he carries me across the room. I murmur sleepily, “Don’t get my hair wet. I wanna enjoy my silk press a little longer…” My voice is soft, half-drowsy. He halts mid-step and looks down at me. Them he chuckles, low and warm, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Of course, dulcis,” he says, amused. When we get to the bathroom, he sets me down on the counter and finds the shower cap tucked into a drawer. I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as he approaches, his expression utterly tender. With careful hands, he gathers my hair — cradling it like something precious — and slips the cap over my head. His fingers linger against my scalp for a moment, tracing the shape of it, before he presses a kiss to my forehead. “There
Diana I arch against him instinctively, a broken sound escaping my lips. Dominicus buries his face in the crook of my neck, groaning low and deep, his breath hot against my skin. “Mine,” he whispers against my throat, his voice hoarse, almost desperate. “Always mine, dulcis.” I cling to him, nails digging into his back, overwhelmed by the sheer intimacy of it — the way we fit, the way our bodies and hearts and souls seem to lock together in a way that feels eternal. He begins to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, worshipful. I match him, needing him, needing this — this fusion, with an intensity that shakes my very soul. Dominicus moves inside me, deeper, harder, each thrust stealing the breath from my lungs. I cling to him, lost, trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders, needing more, needing everything. His name falls from my lips again and again, a broken, worshipful prayer. The heat coils low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter, until I’m
Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenesDiana His heavy-lidded eyes, so dark it sends a shiver down my spine have something within them other than just lust: It’s love. It’s trust. It’s need. But somehow, it still doesn’t feel like enough. Not yet. I want to give him everything. I want to make him feel even a fraction of what he’s made me feel today. What he makes me feel all the time. My cheeks flush as the idea takes root — daring, impulsive, raw — but I don’t hesitate. I trail kisses down his chest, my hands smoothing over his ribs, his waist, lower still. When he realizes what I intend, he catches my wrist gently. “Dulcis,” he says, his voice rough, wrecked. “I want to,” I whisper fiercely. “Please, Dom. Let me.” For a moment, he just looks at me. Then he nods once, slowly, his throat bobbing as he swallows. I look down at his member. A whimper escapes me as the ache between my legs intensifies. It’s so big- steel wrapped in s