ログインMy name is Kara Sommers and I am the only pup to Alpha Killian Sommers. With there being no male heir to our pack—The Blood Wolves—my father has set out to find me a formidable Alpha to wed, in the process joining two packs into one. There have been stories of wolves finding their destined mates but it is rare so I have no hope of finding my own. Two other packs equal us, both with eligible Alphas who are eager for my hand. And thus, the mating game was born. Two Alphas. One winner. The prize: my life and my pack. Only, what if fate has something different in mind for me?
もっと見るGrace's pov
I could hear morning birds chirping outside the window, the glimpse of sunlight filled my heart with relief when I realised that morning has made her presence known and now it will be over. It will chase dark night away.
My eyes are tightly shut, I am trying my best not to scream, I always try but I can't help it. He always makes me scream. My hands has started hurting after clutching on the bedsheets for whole night. But pain in hands is not the concern anymore, my whole body is hurting. I am exhausted by his tortures.
I can't open my eyes, I don't want to witness myself in this position. I know, it's going to haunt me forever. But even if I can't see, i can definitely feel it. I am lying naked beneath him, his large body has covered my tiny frame. My legs are sore after being spread for so long. I just hope my head won't hit the bedpost, the way he is ramming inside me after that I can only hope, not like i can do anything.
Another wave of shiver crawled all over my body when his hot tongue brushed my skin which is already between his teeth. He let it go leaving burning sensation behind and i gasped for air.
I tried to move my sore legs but his grip is too strong to let me move. I can feel his lips brushing against my neck but that's not the intense feeling. How can I even feel other touches when he is literally ripping me with his hardness. His every thrust is making me roll my head.
By now I have lost the count that how much time I have cum. I don't know how many times he has fucked me throughout this night.
As he increased his speed and i clutched on bedsheets tightly. My heart clenched with his every thrust. My skin is burning as his perfectly build body is sliding on me.
I don't want this pleasure, i don't want to experience this euphoric feeling. I don't want to moan in satisfaction. I don't want his hands on me still I am enjoying it.
He is no one, he is just a stranger. He is using me.
My thoughts got blurred when familiar intense feeling build up in my lower belly. I bit my lips as my toes automatically curled.
I tried not to scream but failed as usual. I let go throaty scream as I orgasmed.
I kept my eyes shut while gasping for air and gulping to sooth my dry and sore throat. It felt like infinity, I don't know how long he will take to climax. The way he is going, i don't think he is going to do it any sooner.
I don't know how he gets so much stamina. I am on verge of passing out. One more minute and I will be gone. Darkness has already started gathering in my head.
May be he noticed it, i don't know if he decided to show mercy on me or he is really done but he climaxed. I gulped as he filled me with his hot seeds.
His hot breath lingered on my neck for few more seconds but I didn't dare to look at him. I just can't, he is scary. Those cold grey eyes haunt me in dreams. I don't know when was the last time that I have looked in his eyes. He doesn't seem to care about it.
After some time I felt his heavy body leaving my personal space. As soon as his warm body disappeared, cold wind slapped my naked body. I don't even have the energy to find the right corner of bedsheet and protect myself from cold.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him with blurry vision. He left without a single word, not like i was expecting him to say anything.
I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer and let the darkness wash over me. The last sound I heard is familiar click of washroom door. As usual he must be taking shower.
I don't know how much time has passed but it felt like just a blink, My eyes got snapped open when I heard the bathroom door getting open.
I am sleeping in a fatal position, right now I want to gather enough energy so I can run back home. He came out only in his towel and i quickly looked at the floor. I don't want to look at his eyes, I just can't, it has became my phobia.
His legs halted, he must be looking at me angrily. He doesn't like it when I stay in his room after sex. I clutched on the bedsheet tightly, trying to disappear under it. His gaze is burning my body, i can feel it. After few seconds he walked in his closest and closed the door.
I sighed and got off the warm and soft bed. This bed is my another nightmare. I gathered my clothes and walked towards the washroom to wash myself. After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex.
Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion.
This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer.
Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss.
I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.
I still can't believe that I got involved with him. J don't know whom to curse, Myself or my father. I hate my father for it. I had to sell myself for him.
I still can't forget that night, when my doom knocked on our door and my life turned upside down.
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KARAWith every blink, I saw two glittering chords extend from me—one the colour of liquid silver while the other was a purple so deep, it could pass as black if it weren’t for its neon glow. The silver thread, calm and yet ostentatious in its nature belonged to Orion. It reminded me of his flashy smiles and almost sunshine disposition. Whereas, the black thread—stoic and unyielding—belonged to Miles. It was flooded with the darkness of his past, while the glow stood for the love that could obliterate the shadows threatening to snuff out his light. Those two threads tied me to Orion and Miles. They entwined our souls, linked our minds, and tied our hearts together into one system where the mate bond served as an ever-pulsing heartbeat, ensuring our survival. Even as I brushed the pads of my fingers over Miles’s bite mark, I still couldn’t believe that I had found not one mate, but two. Even when finding one’s mate was meant to be near impossible, I found mine. “What’s on your mind,
KARAMy body was held at the mercy of Miles’s hand while my mind had drifted into another universe altogether. Delicious waves of energy danced to the heavy beat of my heartbeat over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Each wave of my orgasm had Miles’s name pouring from my lips—an offering for more, an acknowledgement of who exactly had my back bowing off the cool, hard granite countertop. I blinked rapidly to clear the stars glittering over my vision. If that was what he could do with his hand, what could he do with that other particular part of him?A pulse thrummed between my legs once more as I plummeted from my high, demanding to be satisfied—aching for him to slide into me and stretch me out. I didn’t think I could want someone as much as I wanted Miles in that moment. The sound of a belt buckle clattering as it became undone gripped my attention. My gaze zeroed in on Miles' imposing frame. Not imposing in the way that made you feel insignificant but imposing in a way
KARAThe aromatic fragrance of roast beef and mashed potatoes reminded me of home. It brought on a sense of nostalgia I hadn’t expected once I began working in the kitchen—boiling potatoes and marinating meat—while Miles slept soundlessly upstairs. It reminded me of every moment I spent in my pack house kitchen with the other she-wolves, watching them, learning from them as they prepared meals for the many wolves that resided in the large home. Each meal was prepped with love, care, and the skill I lacked. That was why I almost burnt the mashed potatoes and the roast beef. I was fortunate enough to have a village of teachers behind me so I managed to recover from my mishap, saving the dinner I made. It really did take a village to raise a kid. Or perhaps my parents were preoccupied with other endeavours. Either way, cooking for Miles had brought to light the bone-deep appreciation I had for the women in my pack. For the ones who sat with me, took care of me, taught me. An ache sett
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