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Damian part 2
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The Prophecy of the Second Moon Heartfelt introductions
“Shaylin, I would like to introduce you to Alpha Ivan and Luna Renee Thunderridge of the Nightblade pack,” Corin said when Shaylin reached the last step as she descended down to the ballroom, as gracefully as she could. Just as she was about to step down on the safe ground, her heel got caught in the loose thread of the woven carpet that adorned the staircase. Out of all fucking time in the world, it took the very moment she started stumbling forward to finally lock eyes with the one she was looking for; the same one who was at her side in an unnatural speed to steady her flustered self before she fell, and the same one who breathed out incredulously the very last thing she would expect to hear from a werewolf directed at her. “Mate…”, that gorgeous stranger said. Damian caught Shay in the very last moment before it got really awkward for her. His left hand gently welcomed her skin just under her exposed right collarbone, and his right arm around her backside support
The Prophecy of the Second Moon A divine Day
“This is obviously a mistake, it has to be!” Theodore breathed out, trying to control his surfacing anger. “My kind does not intertwine with lower species in this way, and even if we did, you cannot surely expect my granddaughter to leave the coven only to join some werewolf pack!! By our laws and considering her position and lineage, a male, if the latter is not a part of our coven, would have to join her here,” Theodore delivered a low blow, not quite choosing his words that drew a warning growl out of almost every member of the werewolf delegation, ready to feed him his own tongue. Only Ivan and Damian, both turning toward the rude intrusion, remained silent watching Theodore’s every move under their eyebrows, like two wolves stalking their prey. One would get very worried seeing two walking mountains looking at them like that, but Theodore really believed himself to be above all other species. Puffing his chest up to cover his initial outbreak and remaining seemingly unbothered w
The Prophecy of the Second Moon Natures Magic
Not expecting that to be his first question, Shaylin stuttered out of surprise: “W-what?” “Elder Harkenfield called you a Desiderium a few minutes ago,” he explained but then his eyes suddenly became larger than two saucers: “Oh my Goddess, I am so sorry. Was that a rude thing to ask?” It took Shaylin a second to regroup her thoughts that turned to mush ever since she first locked eyes with this handsome stranger, but when she finally realised what he was asking she laughed wholeheartedly, making Damian’s heart and wolf inside his mind swell with joy to call this divine woman their own. A silent oath had been made in Damian’s and Isyr’s shared mind at that very moment, that they would live the rest of their lives doing everything in their power to make her laugh like that every day, whole day. Even if it was her laughing at them, or her laughing with them, this had suddenly become a new reason to live. Still cackling slightly, Shaylin explained: “No! No, for he
The Prophecy of the Second Moon Coming to blows
Shaylin spun around at the warning and saw Renee raising her hand in an attempt to slap her. With an ease she deflected the Luna's incoming blow and in return slapped her across the face, making Renee perform an admirable pirouette even a prima ballerina would not take shame on, falling on all four with a loud thud; a few strands of her hair getting loose and fall over her face from the low chignon she chose for the occasion. If the slap itself was not enough to make the Luna go even more mad with fury, disrupting her carefully chosen and meticulously implemented look for the evening would surely do it; that is just how shallow Renee was. A menacing growl echoed through the ballroom, making everyone’s jaw drop while staring at the scene in front of them - unsure whether to run and hide or stretch their necks even further for a better view. Ivan, now visibly fuming, stomped over from where he stood with his warriors flanking him, ready to deliver justice for his wronged Luna.“What is
The Prophecy of the Second Moon Apologies and hidden meanings
When Shaylin realised she won’t get out of her predicament by staying pertinacious in her resolve not to apologise, a Tug of war game came to mind; the best way to defeat the opposing team is to let them believe they have already won. Hauling the rope with almost everything you got, almost, makes the opponents raise the stakes and pull even harder, but when they do...releasing the rope in just the right moment will send the opponents tumbling down like bowling pins, letting you drag them into their demise like squirming maggots through the mud.“Fine.” Shay did her best to dismiss Theodore, raising both hands in a fake surrender and almost enjoying the mistaken glee that ignited Theo’s face. His white hair with only a few remnant strands of black that stood there as a spiteful reminder of time flying by with no intention to ever back-track, and his white flawlessly trimmed beard, made him look almost docile. He was your typical polished gentleman in his early eighties, although to anyo
The Prophecy of the Second Moon Lingering Acrimony
Shay wanted to turn back and tell that arrogant bastard where to shove it, but Damian beat her to it. Not being able to hold back any longer, he smashed Noah against one of the arbored walls, tree roots digging under Noah’s shoulder blades in a very unpleasant way. Getting into Noah’s face, Damian gritted out his warning, barely containing himself not to bite into this insolent idiot’s jugular and feed those trees a more potent elixir than water.“Back off, Noah. Back off now, before you regret coming here tonight in the first place. If you even look at my mate one more time…one more word from you directed at her, and I will let Isyr finish what those rogues started a year ago, so help me Goddess. I do not know what came over you tonight, but keep going at it, and I promise I will hurt you so bad that not even your werewolf healing will be able to kick in for weeks, and I will strip you of your title right after that. So tell me…will you try your luck with me some more tonight?” Damia
The Prophecy of the Second Moon Dancing with the wolves
“Look Shaylin,” Damian sighed and Shaylin’s heart instantly sank to the pits of deepest despair assuming he was going to reject her…why else would he start with “look, Shaylin”, right? But one word in particular caught her attention as he continued talking. “I’m not going to lie…my position as head warrior and training the pack members were two of the most important things to me…stuff that kept me going each day without finding my mate for so long. My home, my friends and my entire way of life in that pack was what mattered most as I had nothing more dear than that to give myself to.”Shaylin, who had been listening to Damian as they swayed on the dance floor, suddenly froze on the spot. “Wait…what do you mean by ‘were’?” Shaylin asked him.“That is exactly what I mean. They were…but now you are.” Damian whispered gently, raising her chin with his hand to look at him. He wanted her to look him in the eyes and both see and feel the emotions behind his words as well as the entire worl
The Prophecy of the Second Moon Forbidden Relations
She couldn’t believe she was doing this with all those people just there, in the ballroom down a flight of stairs. Ever since she laid eyes on him, the only thing she could think about was feeling those plump lips against her own. When they danced, her body was pressing into him of its own accord, not really asking permission or bothering itself with who would notice; and she did not mind that at all. Without doing much besides looking at her like that, he made her feel wanted like she had not felt in a long time.The sensations that ran up the length of her body were driving her crazy. He was everywhere at the same time; his lips kissing her just below her jawline, his right hand playing with her already eager breasts, his left hand on her lower back pressing her into him. He kept attacking her body like a madman, never lingering too much on the same spot, spreading the flames over her skin like fire spreading through a dry savanna, advancing slowly but mercilessly to wherever it coul
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