Mag-log inAfter Richard had fully used Paloma, he leaned back in the chair with a satisfied grunt. He fixed his clothes quickly, then gave her ass a sharp slap.
With a grin, he slid two fingers back into her dripping pussy, scooping up his own thick cum. He brought them to her lips and pushed them inside. “Clean them,” he ordered. Paloma sucked obediently, tasting the salty mix without protest. Richard stood and straightened his jacket. “I’ll go tell Matthias myself. Thanks to your private meeting, I’ve changed my mind about selling those shares.” He left the boardroom with a refreshed, smug look on his face. A few minutes later, Richard walked into Matthias’s office without knocking. “Alpha Matthias, good news. I’ve decided not to sell my shares after all. Your secretary was very… convincing. She made me want to stay with Redborne.” Matthias knew exactly how Paloma had convinced him. The images from the gap in the door still burned in his mind. He forced a nod, his jaw tight. “Good. We appreciate your continued support.” Richard didn’t wait for more. He turned and left, whistling softly. Moments later, Paloma entered Matthias’s office. She looked completely disheveled. Her hair was messy and falling everywhere. Her makeup was smudged, dark streaks under her eyes. Her dress was barely hanging on, the front torn low enough that one breast was almost fully exposed. Between her legs, her slick private area was partly visible, cum still leaking down her thighs. Matthias swallowed hard. Heat rushed through him against his will. His cock twitched in his pants as he stared for a second too long. He quickly pushed the unwanted desire down and stood up. He removed his suit jacket and draped it gently over her shivering shoulders, covering her as best he could. “Sit,” he said quietly, guiding her to his own chair. The office fell into heavy silence. Matthias poured her a glass of water and handed it over. He couldn’t find the words to speak about what he had seen. Guilt gnawed at him like sharp teeth. Paloma noticed his restlessness. A tiny, hidden smile flickered across her lips for just a moment. Then she let the tears come. She started sobbing softly, her shoulders shaking. “He… he used me so roughly,” she whispered between sobs. “He came inside me again and again. So much cum. Then he scooped it out with his fingers and made me suck it off. I could taste everything…” Matthias growled low, cutting her off. “Enough. I told you not to do it. You didn’t have to.” Paloma sobbed harder, looking small and broken in his oversized jacket. “I only did it to prove the Blacklores have truly changed. We don’t want the top spot anymore. We just want peace. I wanted to help you, Alpha.” Matthias felt worse for snapping at her. He calmed himself and looked at her wrecked state. She kept fidgeting, squeezing her thighs together as if still feeling the aftermath. The sight stirred something deep and unwanted in him again. He cleared his throat. “Take my jacket with you. Go home and rest for the rest of the day. You’ve done enough.” Paloma nodded weakly. She fixed her dress as much as she could, then buttoned the suit jacket around herself. It covered her down to mid-thigh. She excused herself quietly and left. Matthias finally sat back down in his chair, the same one Paloma had used. His breath hitched. The seat was still warm and wet with her slick and Richard’s cum. He grabbed a bunch of tissues and wiped it off quickly, trying not to think about it. But his cock was painfully hard now. He gripped it through his pants, adjusting himself roughly. Then he poured a glass of whiskey and drank it fast. “Shaina…” he muttered under his breath. “Please come home soon.” •••••••• At the Blacklore estate, Paloma went straight to her uncle Ferdinand’s study without changing. She still wore Matthias’s suit jacket, sniffing his scent from the collar with a big smile on her face. Ferdinand looked up from his desk and chuckled knowingly. “Well? Did you succeed in planting the debt and guilt?” Paloma let out a purry giggle. “It worked perfectly, Uncle. Your plan is going exactly as expected.” From the corner of the room, old Alpha Richard sat with a glass of bourbon in hand. A Blacklore omega was on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock deep into her throat while massaging his balls. The Tealthorne pack had been secret allies of Blacklore for years, hidden from everyone else. Richard grunted in pleasure as the omega took him deeper. “Our deal is solid,” he said between heavy breaths. “I’ll keep pressuring Matthias in the boardroom. And I’ll make sure Paloma stays the target for every problem we create.” Paloma walked over to Richard. She gave his cheek a gentle pat, then suddenly yanked his hair hard with fury in her eyes. “You were too rough. I thought I’d be too sore to move. And making me suck your cum off your fingers wasn’t part of the plan. The show should have stopped when Matthias turned away.” Richard just chuckled, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “The extra play helped. You looked properly wrecked. It added to his guilt. And I knew you’d use it to your advantage and play the pity card.” Paloma released his hair and sat down across from Ferdinand. Richard pressed the omega’s head down harder, forcing her to swallow every drop as he came with a groan. He pushed her away afterward. “Get out.” That night, Ferdinand, Paloma, and Richard celebrated with drinks. In the Blacklore estate, Paloma was their secret weapon, a dominant Omega raised and groomed to please and control. She had a unique trait: anyone who took in her full scent through repeated mating could be slowly brainwashed, turned into her puppet. Ferdinand and Paloma exchanged a look, then glanced at Richard. Paloma stood and offered herself again. This time there was no show for Matthias. She rode Richard with wild enthusiasm, taking full control. She used his body for her own pleasure, grinding down hard on his cock while letting him drown in her powerful scent. Richard’s eyes soon dilated and turned hazy. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Don’t cum until I say so.” Richard obeyed, his face turning pale as he fought the urge. Paloma laughed wickedly, watching him struggle. Ferdinand watched in awe at his niece’s power. “Let him cum. He’s still useful to us.” Paloma gave the order. Richard shuddered violently, thrusting up into her as he exploded, filling her with every drop. Then he fainted on the spot. Paloma stood up calmly, wiping the leaking cum from between her legs and smearing some on Richard’s face with a smirk. She excused herself to wash up and rest. Ferdinand remained in his study with the unconscious ally. He took a slow sip of his drink and chuckled softly. “Everything is progressing exactly as planned.”The convoy split at the edge of Redborne territory.Matthias and Shaina turned for the mansion with the main guard line. Liliana took the second vehicle straight to Redridge, William braced on one side of the rear bench and Ananaya on the other, both still under from travel and injury. The road into the settlement was quiet in the early hours. When the clinic doors opened, Laclam and Sendro were already waiting with a litter team.They moved the two wounded into the healing ward without wasted talk. Deep claw work on William’s back. Re-broken ribs and residual fever on Ananaya. Sendro set lines and salves. Laclam checked breath and pulse and ordered the room cleared of anyone not needed for care.Word of William’s state reached the residential side fast. Fitz arrived at a near-run, stopped hard in the doorway, and the air left him in a single sound when he saw the bandages and the stillness of the man on the bed. He crossed the floor as if the distanc
The Redborne house held its silence through what remained of the night.Matthias took the first watch by the inner-room door. Shaina changed William’s bandages once when blood threatened the outer layer, then sat with Liliana until the girl’s shoulder wound was packed clean and the bleeding fully stopped. No one slept deeply. Every creak of the Council grounds outside drew a glance toward the barred entrance and the dark stretch of wall that faced the Whitefang house.Near dawn Ananaya’s breathing evened. Color stayed in her face. William did not wake, but the fever-heat that had started under the claw wounds began to ease under the medicine.Liliana stood at the foot of the bed as the first gray light touched the shutters.“They will look for her,” she said quietly. “If the ones who sent the assassins are Council-adjacent, they will notice an empty Whitefang house and no body.”Matthias’s answer was already decided.“We do not give them a body or a stor
Liliana cleared the Whitefang wall in silence and dropped toward the familiar second-floor window.William had left it unlocked for her. The moment she slipped inside, an unfamiliar scent hit her, wrong for the house, wrong for the people who should have been in it. Under that came the sharp, metallic edge of blood.She moved at once.The short corridor to Ananaya’s room was half-dark. Liliana pushed the door and found William on top of Ananaya on the bed, body braced over hers as if he had taken a blow meant for her and refused to give the attackers a second clean angle. Both of them were still. Both were breathing.Two figures came from the blind side of the doorway.Liliana twisted past the first strike. The second caught her, claws raking hard across her shoulder, heat and wet following the tear in cloth and skin. She did not stay human long enough for a third try. The shift took her in a rush of silver-edged power, lycan form filling the small
The forest did not quiet when the last of the deep runs fell behind them.It only changed its voice. Wet leaves released the smell of iron and crushed green under every step. Somewhere to the left a branch cracked and settled. Mist still clung in the low hollows, thin now and natural, cool enough to bead on skin and fur. Liliana moved with Matthias through a stand of black-barked trees, the open lunar mark on her brow catching what little light the canopy allowed, a pale coin in the dark. Around them the allied line worked in short, efficient bursts, driving a beast into a cut, ending it, marking the kill for the count, until the weight of the hunt shifted from pursuit to gathering.They finished the rite the way it demanded.Kills were cleaned and bound. Calls went out in low tones. Pairs folded back toward one another through the trunks, and the Redborne–Silvershade group began to reconverge with the rest of their side, listening for familiar voices unde
The pressure hit the clearing before anyone found words for it.Lycan aura layered on lycan aura, Matthias’s full weight and Liliana’s sharper, newer edge, rolled outward across the stone and into the treeline. The Blacklore front gave ground without meaning to. Knees softened. Breath shortened. Soldiers who had looked ready to close ranks suddenly found the rock under their boots less steady than it had been a minute before, and more than one hand tightened on nothing because the rite allowed them no weapon worth the name.Wilfred could not look away from Liliana.His mind kept trying to force her back into the shape he had planned for, a marked child, a symbol, a problem that could be dropped into a ravine and explained as tragedy under the Blue Moon. A lycan did not fit that shape. A girl who already carried the Moon Goddess’s open mark and could stand upright in that form was a variable none of their closed-room talk had named. The petition at th
The second bell rang across the hunting ground.Everyone who meant to run the Moon Hunt was already in place when Faustino stepped forward to read the single rule. His voice carried cleanly at first.“The Alpha with the best hunt wins. The victor receives the High Council crest....and with it, one-time immunity to any charge under Council law.”The line landed like a blade laid on a table. Alphas looked at one another. One use. One wipe of consequence, even for something that could break the continent. Faustino’s frown deepened as he finished, and the words had clearly not been the ones he expected to speak. His voice roughened on the close.Ferdinand chuckled as if the crest were already hanging at his throat.Gear told its own story along the line. Liliana wore the light kit the rite allowed. The Blacklore side had barely dressed for forest at all. Paloma stood in heels, short skirt, off-shoulder blouse, eyes fixed on Matthias while she twirled a stra
The dining hall went completely still the moment Matthias' voice filled the room. Everyone froze. The servants sat stiff in their chairs. Liliana was still crying loudly in his arms, her small body shaking. Matthias walked forward with heavy steps. “What happened here?” His voice was low and
The weeks after their bonding turned into months of pure heat. Matthias and Shaina could not keep their hands off each other. Whenever Matthias finished his work early and came home to the mansion, Shaina would never leave their shared bedroom. She waited for him there, already wet and ready.The
For a week, the Redborne mansion buzzed with celebration. Shaina settled into her new life as Luna of the Redborne pack. Servants bowed when she passed. Her days filled with learning the layout of the grand house and planning small projects with the funds Matthias had given her.Matthias stayed bu
"Matthias, I accept the bond between us." Shaina stepped forward, helping the kneeling Redborne Lycan to his feet. Shaina was the sought-after Luna from the Silvershade Pack, home to the most dominant Omega bloodline. "Shaina, you will never regret choosing me," Matthias said, gripping her hands







