Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenes Diana His eyes darken as the tendons on his neck bulge out with the effort it is taking him to hold back. Soon, the pain fades away, and tendrils of pleasure starts to seep through me. With a groan, he calls my name, “Diana”, I hum out a reply, my eyes shut tight against the new sensations wracking through my body. But when I hear my name, they flutter open to regard him with a dazed look. “I want to be gentle with… I really do”, he groans, gyrating his hips, “But I don’t think I can. Fuck dulcis, I don’t think I can”. My eyes start to roll back as his pelvis grinds against my sensitive clit and it takes a lot of effort to answer, “Okay…ahh…okay”. With a snarl, he slams into me immediately with startling well aimed thrusts. I let out a small shriek as I first grip his hair, his neck, then his shoulder blades. His hands grip my waist firmly as he thrusts into me. True to his words, he is not gentle at all. He takes me
Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenesDianaMy eyes widen in shock as the realization dawns on me—it’s no longer Dominicus in control.Silas stares down at me, his chest rumbling with a deep, guttural growl that reverberates through the air, charged with feral desire. There’s no mistaking it—he’s entirely feral, his gaze fixed on me like a predator cornering its prey.“Silas…” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.The moment his name leaves my lips, his big frame- looking even larger now- shudders, a low growl escaping him—a sound that holds both pleasure and approval. It’s as though my recognition alone has stirred something deeper within him, a primal satisfaction that courses through the bond we share.I didn’t think it was possible, but I feel his member within me swell even larger, making my eyes go round in apprehension. But then he slips it out of me.A second later, a startled gasp escapes me as he effortlessly flips me onto my hands and knees, his
Content Warning: This chapter contains intimate R-18 scenes Diana "Argh!" Silas is moaning and grunting as I try to keep up with him. Eventually I give up when he pounds me so hard my shaking arms that are holding me up give out, tumbling me down onto the bed. I turn my face to the side to look at him and breath raggedly as he continues his sweet torture. His face is pulled taut, features twisted into a snarl- fangs out, all the while inhuman and animalistic growls leave his mouth as he rams into me. He is absolutely wild… feral. And completely magnificent.Every single movement of his evokes in me a blinding pleasure- waves of ecstasy washing over me.His thrusts are getting faster now, his groans getting more feral. He is pistoning wildly, thighs slapping furiously against mine. The bed is creaking dangerously now- I don’t think it can take much more.I am face down- chest to the bed, ass up, as he pumps fiercely into me. And I think he very much likes this posture because hi
The TraitorThe forest is silent except for my hesitant footsteps crunching over fallen leaves. My nerves feel stretched thin. I glance over my shoulder, though I know no one is following. No one must know I'm here.Ahead, three women stand motionless, their flowing, floor-length dresses shifting like liquid shadows. They don't speak or move, their cold, unfeeling eyes seeming to look past me, as though I don't exist.I stand rooted to the spot, my palms clammy. The aura surrounding them is oppressive, otherworldly. It's not something I can ever grow accustomed to.Even from here, their presence feels like ice settling deep into my bones.Minutes pass.Finally, one of them-draped in a dress of emerald green-turns her head slightly, an acknowledgment. Without a word, they begin to move deeper into the forest, their gait as fluid as the fabric that flows around them. I follow, unbidden, my heart thundering in my chest.We pass a pack sentry, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, his
Diana The piercing pain jolts me awake, sharp and unforgiving, as though a thousand needles are burrowing into my bones all at once. I gasp loudly, my eyes snapping open in shock. Beside me, Dominicus sits up instantly, his expression shifting from groggy contentment to razor-sharp concern. His hand is on me in an instant, steadying me, his strong presence grounding me even as my body feels like it’s tearing itself apart. “You’re shifting,” he says urgently, his voice tight with worry. His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My eyes widen, and despite the agony clawing at my insides, excitement sparks to life in my chest. Shifting? Finally? But just as quickly as the thought comes, it’s swept away by another wave of pain that tears through my body. My muscles contract violently, and I barely hold back a scream. Dominicus doesn’t waste a second. Within moments, he’s pulling on a pair of loose pants while slipping one of his oversized T-shirts over my trembling body. Befor
DianaThe weight of his words hits me just as another wave of searing pain tears through my body, and for a moment, I can’t think. I can only feel the fire coursing through my veins, the agony that refuses to let up.Dominicus doesn’t stop, his voice more urgent now. “It’s why your shift is taking so long. Your wolf is stronger—too strong for your body to handle easily.” His hands tremble slightly as he reaches for my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, his gaze intense. “I should’ve realized sooner… Damn it, Diana.”I don’t know how to feel about this piece of information.An Alpha…Me.As someone who has lived life believing I was at the very bottom of the food chain- lowest rungs of werewolf society, to suddenly be told that I was actually meant to be at the top-the Apex, feels surreal.It feels like something out of a dream. And I have dreamt of it before. Many, many times. To wake up one day and no longer be powerless. To he strong enough to trample on all those who hurt me.But
Dianal open my eyes, and the world is... different. Everything is sharper, clearer.Colors seem more vibrant, and every detail stands out with startling clarity. I blink, stunned by the sheer vividness of the world around me.The sounds of the forest flood my ears— leaves rustling in the wind, birds chirping in the distance, the soft hum of insects. It's overwhelming, but not unpleasant.And the scents. My nose twitches as I pick up everything: the earthy aroma of the soil, the faint scent of water from a nearby stream, even the subtle musk of Dominicus beside me.I shakily get to my legs-or rather, my four legs. For a moment, I wobble, unsteady on my new limbs. Dominicus's hands hover close, ready to catch me if I fall.But then I steady myself, planting my paws firmly into the ground. The sensation is strange but exhilarating. I feel powerful, alive in a way I never have before.He kneels in front of me, his eyes shining with pride and relief. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice t
DominicusDiana’s wolf, despite her excitement, listens. She doesn’t stray far, though her energy is boundless. I wait patiently, my eyes scanning the clearing for the flash of her coat. When she bounds back toward me, tail wagging furiously, I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips. “Come on”, I say in amusement, “let’s go back home”.She yips excitedly snd follows me back- no, she runs ahead- practically leading me back. Once we break through the trees to the cabin, she runs a quick circle around me, her excitement radiating, before darting off again to explore the vicinity of the cabin.I follow her at a measured pace, my steps steady as I watch her. She moves gracefully, her muscles rippling beneath her fur as she zigzags through the trees, sniffing at every corner and shadow. There’s an undeniable joy in her movements, and every so often, she glances back at me, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement, as if to make sure I’m still there.She inspects everything—the tre
DianaAlaric glances at Dominicus with a worried frown. “The present Amadeus pack used to be the Council Army, and if my information is right, then they should have only about the same headcount as my own Grimmholt pack.”His words are concerned, “It’s a fairly considerable number, but still… that is only the population of a single pack. There are even other packs with numbers higher than mine.”Dominicus gives a small nod, his face unreadable. “That’s true.”For a moment, the tension in the room seems to rise once more.“Will it really by okay? Won’t the Amadeus pack be overwhelmed?” he asks.It’s Eleanor who answers.Her soft, lilting voice fills the space. “Witches, as a whole, have never been a numerous race,” she explains quietly. “And after the war, our numbers were drastically reduced. Compared to the werewolf population, the ratio is roughly… ten to one.”A quiet murmur ripples through the room.Eleanor’s serene expression doesn’t change. “The gods maintain balance. The more p
Diana “Well then, if you’re sure, Alpha Stefan…then sit”. Dominicus’s voice cuts icy, and sharp. Stefan flinches. But then, like a death row prisoner who’s just been granted amnesty, he gives a jerky little nod, quickly dragging his chair over and dropping into it with almost comical urgency, as if afraid the offer might be snatched away if he hesitates. The two Alphas beside him shuffle back toward the table as well, their chairs rolling softly on the polished floor. Dominicus leans back slightly, his eyes cool as they sweep the room. “I believe,” he says smoothly, “that should have convinced you — all of you — just how grossly unmatched any of you would be against a dark witch. And, of course…” His gaze flicks lightly to Eleanor, who smiles pleasantly, “…that you are all sufficiently convinced of Eleanor’s competence.” A moment of strained silence — and then, the polite Alpha seated beside Stefan clears his throat. “Yes, Alpha,” he says quickly, his voice respectful but calm.
DianaEleanor’s smile is soft. Almost pleased. She lets him stew in his own sweat before she speaks.“Mmm… I think that should do.”Then, with a flick of her finger, the blade softens — the sharp crescent dissolves into formless wind, shimmering faintly as it coils around Stefan’s neck.I watch, breathless, thinking it will disappear — but instead, the condensed currents split, sliding smoothly along both sides of his throat, brushing the skin with the gentlest, most deliberate, and menacing caress, before they meet again behind his neck.There, in a heartbeat, the wind snaps back into form, reforming into a razor-fine blade.And then — faster than the eye can track — it whips across the room.CLANG.The windblade slices straight through a steel art sculpture standing by the far wall — a polished metal spiral about thirty centimeters wide — and cuts it clean in half.The halves clatter apart with a ringing sound, the edges gleaming sharp and fresh.The blade itself dissipates before i
Diana Inside, I sigh. He could’ve spared himself this trouble with a single question. One question and he would have been told that witches are masters of disguise and manipulators of perception. But no — this one has to bluster himself straight into a trap. And sure enough, Eleanor’s sweet smile only widens with every word. It’s a gentle, grandmotherly smile — the kind you’d expect from a woman who bakes cookies and knits sweaters — but the longer it lingers, the colder the air feels, until a faint, prickling thread of danger curls along my spine. Quietly, I inch a little closer to Dominicus. Eleanor’s been alive for thousands of years — and though she’s never told me exactly how old she is, one thing is certain: she isn’t the type to let this kind of disrespect slide. Finally, Eleanor tilts her head, her voice as soft as silk. “Would you like… a demonstration?” Alpha Stefan falls silent, his sneer sharpening, and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm — the smug, careless kind
Diana A low growl rumbles from Alpha Darius of the Plena Luna pack. His eyes glint with raw grief. “No. I will avenge my son. I’ll hunt down those bastards myself!” Dom’s sharp edge softens for the grieving father, though just slightly. His voice lowers, gentler, though still firm. “That won’t work, Darius. The best thing you can do — for your mate, for your pack — is live. The best thing you can do for your son is protect what’s left. If you rush out looking for a fight, you’ll only throw your life away. And that helps no one.” Alpha Darius’ eyes are red with rage and frustration. His trembling lips open and close for a moment before a strangled and pained sound is wrenched from him. Alpha Stefan however, is obviously not so easily convinced. He gives a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “You must be kidding me.” His eyes glitter with derision. “I’m not the kind of man who lets someone else decide his fate.” He sneers, gaze sweeping from me, to Dom, to Eleanor. “Especially not peopl
Diana Alpha Livia clears her throat delicately, her fingers tapping once against the table before she speaks. “So… as the Priest…” I lift my chin, my voice cutting clean through the room. “Priestess.” She pauses, a flicker of acknowledgment in her eyes, then corrects herself with a small nod. “Priestess. As the Priestess, how exactly would you seal the Dark Mage? Alpha Dominicus mentioned the Priest played a crucial role before — but he didn’t explain how.” And there it is. My stomach knots faintly. That’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not entirely sure myself — not yet. But Dom and I plan to find out as soon as this meeting ends. Still, we had agreed beforehand: no hint of uncertainty, no gaps, no loose threads. We couldn’t risk sparking panic among the packs — or worse, letting anything slip that the dark witches might catch wind of. I part my lips, preparing to smooth over the gap, but Dom beats me to it. “Even if she explained it, you wouldn’t understand.” His voice is
Diana Her voice cuts crisply through the air. “The first time the Dark Mage was sealed… you said it took the Amadeus Alpha, the Primarch Arcana, and the Moon Goddess’s Priest.” Her eyes sweep the room, assessing. “Are you saying we’re going to repeat that now?” Dom nods once, calmly. “That’s right.” Alpha Livia’s brow furrows slightly. “And you, you’ll stand in for your ancestor?” Dom’s mouth curves in the faintest of smiles. “I will.” Her gaze sharpens. “That leaves the Primarch Arcana… and the Priest.” She casts a slow look around the table, then back at Dom again. “Until today, none of us even knew there was a Priest. Do you know where this Priest is?” Dom’s eyes flick briefly to me, and parts his lips to answer, “Yes. It’s-“ I finish for him. My voice quiet but clear. “-Me.” The room freezes. Every head turns. I keep my face composed, letting my voice carry evenly across the silent table. “Allow me to properly reintroduce myself. I am Diana Castellanos—Alpha o
Diana Suddenly, a voice slices sharply through the heavy silence. “We have to stop the ritual!” An Alpha halfway down the table shoots to his feet, his face flushed with urgency. His Beta, seated beside him, tugs lightly at his arm as if to steady him, but the Alpha shakes his head sharply, his eyes locking onto Dominicus. Dom doesn’t even flinch. His voice remains calm, almost weary. “Naturally.” He lets the word hang in the air for a beat, then tilts his head slightly. “How do you propose we do that?” The Alpha’s response is instant, raw with emotion. “Easy. We find them. We go to their coven and wipe them out—all of them.” Dom blinks once, slowly. Then gives a faint, almost pitying shake of his head. “Easy?” He leans in just slightly, his tone still smooth but edged with a dangerous undercurrent. “How exactly do you plan to find them? Don’t forget—these aren’t wolves we’re dealing with. They’re witches. You think you can find a witch who doesn’t want to be found?”
Diana The next Alpha my eyes land on pulls my attention instantly. He’s middle-aged, broad-shouldered, hulking—even among all these Alphas, he stands out as particularly powerful. His short-cropped hair and sharply cut features give him a severe, almost intimidating air. But what surprises me is the look on his face. Unlike the others, there’s no flicker of wariness, no veiled animosity in his gaze. Instead, he’s smiling. Calm. Almost amused, like he’s simply waiting for the meeting to begin, perfectly at ease. Intrigued, I shift my gaze to the third Alpha who stands out. And this time, I have to look twice. The Alpha, her Beta, and the two Gamma warriors flanking her… they’re all women. The Alpha meets my eyes directly—her expression steady, cool, unreadable. Then, with a small, polite nod, she acknowledges me before turning her attention back to Dom. All of this unfolds in seconds: quick assessments, sharp glances, the silent tension of predators sizing each other