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14 A Discovery I Never Saw Coming
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2025-06-27 14:46:53Her hair—fiery red—had spilled loose from its tie, cascading over my pillow like liquid flame. There was something wild and mystical about her, like she didn’t belong in this world at all. She looked less like a maid and more like a spellbound enchantress who had wandered into my den.
And then I realized… She was human. The truth slammed into me like a blow. My mate... was human. For a moment, I wished I had never walked into that room. Never smelled her. Never seen her. A human couldn’t be my Luna. She couldn’t match the strength of a dominant Alpha. I had never even considered the possibility—why would I? My bloodline was pure. Generation after generation of born wolves. Never once had a human diluted that strength. And now this? This freckled, fragile, curvy contradiction—this was my fated mate? Was the universe mocking me? How would anyone in my pack take this seriously? How would they respect me after this? I had fought, bled, and earned my power through fire—and now fate handed me a human girl with wild hair and a soft body, like a joke only the gods could understand. But my wolf… My wolf didn’t care. He surged toward her, demanding to claim her, inhaling her scent like it was the only air he’d ever needed. To him, she was perfect. Human, wolf, spirit or storm—it made no difference. She was ours. And that terrified me. Because now, I wasn’t just fighting fate—I was fighting myself. Fighting the part of me that had waited for her, craved her without even knowing. Gods, even in the bloodiest of battles, I’d never struggled like this. My control, my dominance—it all unraveled the moment I leaned over her, pressing her delicate body into the mattress. My weight pinned her, and I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the softness beneath me. My instincts roared. My mind screamed. And my wolf was ready to mark what he now considered his. She woke up sharply and looked in fright in my eyes, or rather, even now not mine, but that creature, whose dick became stone, from only aroma. She had stormy grey eyes with a faint golden ring around the irises, a small upturned nose, and full lips kissed with a scattering of freckles barely visible on her fair skin. She was petite—almost fragile—and for a brief moment, I feared I might accidentally break her. She wasn’t my usual type at all. I preferred tall, confident women with sharp eyes and polished poise—like Randaya, the daughter of Alpha Kainell. She was striking—long-legged, with jade-green eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and lips that promised sin. A perfect Luna—someone I wouldn’t hesitate to show off beside me in public. But this one... this freckled redhead curled up in my bed like she belonged there? She looked up at me with fear in her eyes and breathed heavily, but she said nothing—only studied me in silence. And that silence... my wolf interpreted it as something else. Not fear. Submission. Curiosity. The moment she shifted beneath me, trying to move away, my wolf surged forward, his instincts sharpening, demanding I claim her—to mark her as ours. Fighting your own beast from within is no easy thing, especially when the air is thick with the maddening scent of your true mate. It clung to my skin and fogged my senses, made my blood boil with desire. I should have stepped back. But I didn’t. Maybe if I gave in, just for a moment, my wolf would settle. Maybe then I could take back control. The redhead didn’t resist me—but she didn’t respond, either. Her stillness was disarming. I traced the curve of her neck with my tongue, intoxicated by how soft and smooth her skin felt. Like silk warmed by sunlight. That was the moment things nearly spun out of control. My wolf caught the faintest echo of desire radiating from her—so subtle, it would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone else. But not by him. Not when our senses were sharpened by the full moon that had just begun to rise. He lunged forward from within me, instinct flaring, teeth bared. In a flash, he sank his fangs gently into the delicate skin of her neck, not to harm—but to claim. I barely stopped him in time.
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Only the Moon knows what it cost me to wrestle back control—to hold him at bay. I knew what I had to do: negotiate. He wouldn’t mark her, not yet, and in return, I wouldn’t resist the pull between us. I would allow myself to experience her touch, her body, if only to keep the beast from taking over entirely.But then I heard her.A faint, involuntary moan—soft, uncertain, but undeniably real. And with it came the unmistakable, dizzying scent of arousal, sweet and inviting. My last thread of resistance snapped.Now we moved in unison, beast and man both, driven by an unrelenting need.The full moon had already twisted my mind into chaos. And now she was here—this woman who smelled like wild tulips and heat and everything forbidden. A temptress. A witch. She looked at me with wide, enchanted eyes that made my blood burn and my body tremble.With a desperate growl, I tore open the dress she wore—already straining at the seams from her curves—and what I saw beneath stole my breath.Her fi
Too Human To Be His 14 A Discovery I Never Saw Coming
Her hair—fiery red—had spilled loose from its tie, cascading over my pillow like liquid flame. There was something wild and mystical about her, like she didn’t belong in this world at all. She looked less like a maid and more like a spellbound enchantress who had wandered into my den. And then I realized… She was human. The truth slammed into me like a blow. My mate... was human. For a moment, I wished I had never walked into that room. Never smelled her. Never seen her. A human couldn’t be my Luna. She couldn’t match the strength of a dominant Alpha. I had never even considered the possibility—why would I? My bloodline was pure. Generation after generation of born wolves. Never once had a human diluted that strength. And now this? This freckled, fragile, curvy contradiction—this was my fated mate? Was the universe mocking me? How would anyone in my pack take this seriously? How would they respect me after this? I had fought, bled, and earned my power through fire—and now f
Too Human To Be His 13 A Discovery I Never Saw Coming
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