เข้าสู่ระบบThe banquet was slowly winding down.
Music still drifted from the hall, softer now, mixed with quiet laughter and the low clink of glasses.Most of the guests had moved into smaller groups, content to let the night settle.Liliana slipped away from the last of the well-wishers and stepped out onto the wide stone balcony that overlooked the mountains.The moment the glass doors closed behind her, the noise of the celebration faded into a distant murmur.Cool night air brThe next day Liliana and Clementine left Redborne with Lea, the three of them moving under the thin cover of a wealthy family traveling to Purplefang to purchase household servants. Orina had insisted on coming. Liliana agreed after only a short argument, and Matthias’s relief at having her with them was plain enough that no one pressed the point further.While the rest of the allied forces spread to their assigned stations and kept every communication line open and live, the small party crossed into Purplefang by mid-afternoon. They wore the clean, understated clothes of money that did not need to announce itself, fine fabric, quiet jewelry, the kind of presence that opened doors without raising voices.Purplefang’s main avenue carried them toward a restaurant known for afternoon entertainment. Inside, the light was warm and low. A low stage held a rotating line of performers: a singer with a clear, carrying voice, a poet working through measured verses, a st
>>>Back to Redborne mansionWhile Paloma settled into the careful performance Dimesius required of her, simple clothes, softened voice, the long patience of a woman learning a new master’s rules, Liliana finished the last lines of the first strike plan against Lowlith Falls.The mark Ananaya wore had already paid part of its price. Rogues who still answered old paths had been pressed for layout and timing until a workable blueprint of the breeding facility sat under glass in the Redborne war room. Theories had hardened into routes, choke points, and exit paths that could be hit hard and left burning.Inside that room the allied Alphas gathered under Matthias’s lead.Maps covered the central table. Troop numbers and supply lists ran down the side boards. Matthias opened the session without ceremony, voice carrying the weight of a man who had already decided the cost was worth paying.“Every pack represented here will commit warriors, soldier
>>>Paloma's PerspectiveDimesius did not give her time to gather the fury into anything useful.He pulled his fingers free, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room, and used the same hand to shove the simple dress higher until it bunched at her waist. The panties followed, ripped at the hip rather than eased down, and cool air touched skin that was already flushed and slick. Paloma snarled something incoherent about Shaina and old men and lies, but the sound broke when he set the head of his cock against her and pushed in without warning or care for adjustment.The stretch punched a raw noise out of her.He was thicker than the three fingers had prepared her for, and he did not stop halfway. One long, relentless drive seated him to the root, hips flush to the backs of her thighs, the table’s edge biting into her stomach as he pinned her there. Paloma’s hands scrabbled at the wood. Her cunt clenched hard around the sudden fullness, angry and
>>>Paloma's PerspectiveAfter the regenerative potion had done its work and the last of Querian’s scent had been washed from her skin, Ferdinand gave the final instructions in the corridor outside the waiting car.“Dress simply. Act innocent. Dimesius has a taste for that, wide eyes, soft voice, the kind of woman who still looks like she might blush.”Paloma’s smirk was quick and private.“Easy. I have worn that face before.”The car Dimesius sent was already idling. The moment she settled into the back seat, a thick blindfold settled over her eyes and the world went dark. The drive stretched long enough that the act she had prepared began to chafe. The cloth irritated the bridge of her nose. The silence and the unknown road scraped at her patience. When the vehicle finally stopped, the door opened on rough hands. She was yanked out without care for balance or dignity and forced into a fast walk, someone’s grip hard around her upper arm, boots s
>>>Paloma's PerspectiveIn the heart of Whitefang’s claimed hall, Paloma sat the Alpha’s throne as if it had always been cut for her.Querian knelt at the foot of it, mouth working over her toes with the dull, obedient focus of a man whose will no longer belonged to him. Her giggles spilled bright and pleased across the stone, each one a small celebration of the power she had taken and kept.Ferdinand entered without hurry, smugness settled deep in the lines of his face.“Look at that,” he said, voice carrying easily. “One master to another and still on his knees. The proud Alpha warrior, licking my niece’s toes like a house pet.”He stepped in close and smacked the back of Querian’s head hard enough to rock him. Querian did not flinch or slow. His mouth stayed on the work.Paloma stretched against the throne’s back and purred.“What am I doing next, Uncle?”“You are going to meet Fangworth’s Alpha. Dimesius.”The name pulled a frown
Ananaya was brought to the study still damp from the wash, clean clothes sitting wrong on a body that had not yet decided how to wear obedience. Liliana pointed once without looking up from the map spread across Matthias’s desk.“Stand behind me.”Ananaya took the place. Matthias and Shaina had already settled into the chairs opposite. The first pieces of a forward plan were just finding their shape when Liliana’s phone lit with an urgent line from the Darkeil merchant network inside Whitefang.She answered on speaker and kept her voice low.“Report.”The merchant’s whisper came thin and tight, background noise bleeding through, boots, raised voices, someone demanding the new tax rate in a tone that expected no argument.“Blacklore people are walking the market streets like they own the stones,” the spy said. “No witch faces in the open. Not one. Shops that used to run under witch hands are either shuttered or staffed by wolves wearing Blacklore colors.
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
Shaina returned home after her week away, and the moment Matthias heard she was back, he left everything and rushed to the mansion. They spent the next few days locked in their bedroom, barely coming out. He fucked her hard and deep every chance he got, making up for lost time. Shaina submitted c
After 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.
On the third day apart from Shaina, Matthias felt the emptiness like a constant ache in his chest. His wolf paced restlessly inside him, craving her touch, her warmth, the way she always submitted so perfectly to him. Work at Redborne Tower dragged on, and every quiet moment made the mate bond pu







