Think of it yourself; is it possible for a male Demon to father a Wolf, or for a male Wolf to father a Demon?” Deveron asked, leaving me totally lost for words. ͞ WAYNE’S POV The older woman tilted her head to stare at me for a moment and then turned around, gesturing to follow her. I hesitated even after she left me and kept walking toward the opposite direction of my chamber. I turned to Fiona, only to realize she still had her eyes on me despite the kisses her partner showered on her neck. It was then that I even got to note that all the Ladies in the hall almost had the same heights, and their beauty was extraordinary. “Wolf?” I heard the older woman call and I tore my gaze from Fiona, turning to the woman who now urged me, again, with a gesture to follow her. I obeyed in a disinclined manner. She led me towards a path that took us to the staircase; and after we had slowly ascended a few stairs, we arrived
There were many fragments of thoughts in my head and I was unable to piece the information together, yet I was the son of the Fire-pall Pack Alpha. ͞ WAYNE’S POV My lips clamped and my eyes narrowed at Deveron like that of a technician analyzing his newly finished work. I did not know what to say, yet I thought of it. It was not indeed possible for that to happen, except that his Mate was a different kind and most times, the outcome was always a hybrid. However, since Mother was a demon, we are talking about the possibility of two Demons having a Werewolf child then. An instinct told me not to believe this witch, yet another kept convincing me that what she stated was true. Nonetheless, could I really be the son of a Wolf? “Right!” the witch replied to my thought. She tilted her head and gave me a lopsided smile. “Your so-called Father had committed numerous atrocities aside from betrayal. I am sure you are aware of how Matin
Just when I thought she was going to let our lips make contact, Elspeth leaned in to me, drawing closer as I flicked my eyes between her juicy lips and her ocean orbs. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I sensed a feeling. Someone was coming. Actually, my Mate was coming. She silently walked in like a cat, curtsying and then moving over to the wardrobe. I flicked my eyes to her feet because how can a living being walk this smoothly without a single sound made from her feet? Anyhow, this time, I had the urge to speak with her. “Elspeth,” I called fondly, getting her attention. She turned around to face me and curtsied again. I nodded, acknowledging her obeisance as I uncrossed my legs and got out of bed, moving to the study table. I took up my sword and leaned on the table before unsheathing the steel and peering at the sharp, light reflected blade. I turned my attention to Elspeth and I noted that she never raised her head to look at me t
I found the drive to kiss him more, probe his lips and run my tongue in his mouth, give him pleasure by deriving a great length of pleasure myself. ͞ Her lips quivered, I did not know why, and a pleasurable sensation coursed through me, sending chills down my spine and causing Goosebumps to erupt through my skin. I shut my eyes and my arms jerked shortly as I allowed the sudden new feeling to settle. This was my very first kiss, the very first time my lips touched another. However, unlike what I learnt in those steamy books, Elspeth’s lips remained unmoving. I badly wanted her to slide her tongue into my mouth and let our lips move in sync, but on the contrary, she left me hanging, slowly drawing back to take a good look at me. I smiled soothingly, noticing how well heated I was, as she was― for I could already smell her arousal. ELSPETH’S POV How and when did God create this man, was it that he waited an eternity to map
His eyes did not leave me, I was sure he must have suspected who I was as he fixed his gaze on me. There was something about his eyes…they instilled, in me, the same frosty feeling as that of the green-eyed wolf. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I would not cap it. This Fire-pall Tower was so big, lofty, and spacious that it was able to contain the crowd that clustered in and out of it. I made my way along the passage, through the path that all the servants, who passed me, followed. They still did not spare me the long and surprised stares they gave me. I was so sure they were yet to know who I was and were just surprised to see a total stranger freely walking along one of the upper hallways of the Tower without restriction. I turned to the staircase, a groan escaping my lips as I ran my way up the steps, but boy was it so tiring that it got to a point where my speed demented and I had to support myself with the banister. This
The man standing before me now was more of a depleted soul, than the dominant Alpha who once conquered almost the world. This Alpha Gar was nothing like the Alpha Gar I knew. ͞ WAYNE’S POV “What, you think you would just sit around and keep your blunt eyes open to watch events go by in the Tower?” Phyllis' voice imparted such a callous aura that I had a feeling I would cry if I were a child. She leaned on the doorsill and ran her eyes around my room while I blinked blankly at the woman who was apparently careless of my bearing. I turned away as five thick fingers raked through my hair before I found myself pacing the room in no time, yearning for succor. The toil of the morn had left me spent to an extent that I only craved for some time to rest. I was sure that Phyllis might think that it took little or no energy to walk through so many fleets of stairs in a single morning, but to me it was more than draining. However, the indomitab
His howls filled the room as he managed to tug some chains off his limbs and hurled its bearers to the massive wall... He was suddenly calm, his amber and dark red alternately changing eyes piercing into that of the silver-eyed girl whose right hand was stretched forth to him; a hand, which seemed to cast some kind of spell on the Wolf ― a spell that made him silent. ͞ DEVERON’S POV My expression depicted concern as I ignored my elegance and rushed to stand behind the Alpha. He sniffed and looked down, his gaze trying as much to avoid mine; he was indeed in tears. “Now I regret everything,” he began, palming his face as he showed his back to me, the sorry tone of his voice swallowing even his very words. “I should never have done all that,” he muffled into his palm. “I feel the breath in me slowly breaking down to pieces and whisking away as the day goes by― my life is ending sooner and I will be left with guilt for eternity. This is the
I found myself slowly drifting to my own little world where I daydream about the things this man’s hands could do to me… he was mine… only mine. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- Phyllis appeared in the Laboratory only to find Deveron trapped against the wall by Forrest, who had his fingers clutched around her extended neck. The latter seemed determined to choke the breath out of the older woman who seemed quite relaxed with the situation. Phyllis, on her part, maintained her distance at first, trying to properly understand the meaning of the sight before her. “What is going on?” she asked initially and got no satiable reply, except that Forrest later turned to her with a horridly dark aura swirling about him. Phyllis knew Forrest to be hot tempered, but she had never seen him react in this manner to Deveron,