Dom’s POV Three days. Three unforgiving days since the attack on Salffera by my kind. And for three days, my kingdom had been a gossiping mess. Word got around fast and although it happened to a witch, many of the Lycan women were uncomfortable and felt unsafe. Between this so called prophecy, the shadow syndicate and this attack on Salffera , I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just out of hate. My gut told me that either someone or something played a part in this. This wasn't a random act of violence. Hate definitely had something to do with it but it had to be more to it. My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where a meticulously unfurled ancient scroll lay. Benji had finally found the prophecy the witches were talking about. He brought it in yesterday morning but I haven’t taken the time to look at it. I’ve be wrapped up in the attack and trying to calm my people. And then there was the Shadow Syndicate. If they were helping the wolves, it was a possibi
Willow’s POV I shed my clothes without a second thought and stepped into the rivers soft currents as the cool morning air raised goosebumps on my skin. The water embraced me, grounding my restless spirit. I closed my eyes, letting the cleansing energy flow through me, preparing to immerse myself fully and become one with the river when the snap of a twig, caught my attention. My eyes flew open, scanning the forest around me. With a flick of my wrist, the water around me obeyed. A swirling vortex erupted, gathering immense force before I flung it directly at the source of the sound. It wasn't just a splash. It was designed to knock a full-grown man off his feet. But the approaching figure was no ordinary man. He moved with an impossible swiftness, a blur of dark clothing sidestepping my watery assault with an effortless grace that took my breath away. A few stray droplets misted around him, but he was untouched. Before I could conjure a second and more powerful strike, he wa
Anastasia’s POV “We will find a way to fix this. I will fix this.” I reassured, leaning over and wrapping my arms around her. I held her in my arms and cried softly to the sound of her sobs that jerked her body uncontrollably. Although she was only three years younger than me, my feelings were maternal. As she began to calm, I sore I would protect her with my life. Just as I made this promise, the door bursted open and in came Benji. The look on his face displayed a mixture of fear and relief. Huh? Why should he be looking at me like that? No. Not me. He’s looking at… “Mate!” He practically whimpered. I was unable to control my facial expression. My jaw literally dropped. Salffera is his mate? I turned to look at her and her face was covered in both shock and shame. I could feel she was torn between wanting to go to him and wanting him to leave. I smiled, knowing exactly how she felt. It was the same for me. I touched her hand gently, bringing her attention back to me.
Dom’s POV Her face looked exhausted. “How bad is it?” I asked. “They raped her in their lycan forms. Tortured her while they did it.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “She’s only just turned 18 yesterday.” My blood boiled. No wonder Ana felt the way she did. She’s mentioned to me before that she could still feel the witches emotions. I must have been picking up on that. All I felt was her sorrow and worry. “We’ll find them.” The witches came here seeking refuge. Being attacked like this wasn’t supposed to happen. I was ashamed of my people right now. I understood that the hate for the witches was very real, but this? This was forbidden. One of the worse crimes to commit. No woman should go through this. Hannah left and I gently pushed it open. The girl was resting while Ana hovered her hand over the girls chest. The glow of her magic twinkled as it gently flowed towards the girl. She turned to look at me and immediately stood to her feet and came to me. Wrapping he
Dom’s POV Finally, it was day seven and she was slowing down. Oral orgasms was enough for her now and we both were thankful for it. Although I had the ability to heal rapidly, she didn’t. She was pulling on her magic at first to help heal her but eventually, she couldn’t do that anymore. She was drained but her body didn’t care. I felt guilty because my mark was the cause of this. We had to send everyone away and she had to hold off on building until it was over. Her handmaid was a gods send. She made sure to keep us fed and kept the witches out. She unfolded underneath my mouth and I looked up at her. “Want a break, now?” I asked with a smile. Hiding her face, she nodded her head. I moved to let her up. Just as I did, the room door bursted open. I immediately jumped up and shielded her with my body. Anger burned through my chest. ‘Who would dare interrupt us!’ Amos growled. Standing in the doorway was Rowan, eyes bucked with shock. He turned sharply before he sp
Dom’s POV I struggled to open the door at first but once we got in, I caught the eyes of her handmaid before she quietly made her way out of view into the kitchen area. I locked my lips with hers and carried her into the dining area and sat her down on the table. The second her ass hit the table, her hands were freeing me from my pants. I waisted no time. Plunging deeply into her soft and wet pussy with a growl. Her moans echoed the room, encouraging me to keep going. Amos groaned in excitement as he joined. We had her this way until her walls tightened around us with her orgasm. “Come here.” We commanded as we stepped away from the table, giving her space to get up. She obeyed. Locking our tongues once again, we roughly turned her back to us. Her breath caught at the movement. “Let’s have some fun.” Amos breathed into her ear as we gripped her hips, pressing her into us. We could feel and smell her excitement and desire. We bent her over, pushing her down onto the table