Mia: The packhouse was filled with people assembled in different corners conversing, with the majority of the females, both young and old, giggling. With the way the females were dressed, one would think they were gathered for a college frat party. But that wasn't the case. Luna Emilia's son, Giovanni was returning home from the US where he'd gone to study and he was next in line to become Alpha of the Blackwood pack after the death of his father. The entire pack members were gathered to welcome him.  And you're wondering why the women dressed in a slutty way? Well, Giovanni was still a bachelor at the age of thirty. Having been away from home since he was eighteen, he was

Mia: I watched as ripples formed on the water with the stone I'd tossed into it settling under the lake. The water was so clear that I could see the bottom. Under the bright moonlight which illuminated the forest ground, the lake shone. Staring at the calm water brought a sense of calm to me. It was my nightly ritual to visit the lake before I went to bed. I stood by the water and kept staring into it as the night breeze blew past, making me pull my robe tightly against me to avoid catching a cold. Out of nowhere, I heard a low growl. Quickly, I turned my head in the direction of the sound. My eyes landed on the silhouette of a wolf behind one of the trees a few feet away from me. 

Mia: After rushing out of Giovanni's room, I climbed down the stairs, returned the cleaning supplies to the closet where I'd taken them from, and went into the kitchen to help Luna Emilia prepare breakfast. "Was he good to you?" She asked, sparing me a glance as soon as she saw me. "Y-yes". I answered, nodding my head to make her believe. Stopping what she was doing, she turned towards me to give me her full attention. "Mia, are you sure?" "He was nice to me" I drawled out, plastering a smile on my face. In response, she returned my smile but shook her head. Th

 Mia: The moment I escaped from Giovanni’s room, I began planning various ways and outfits to disobey him. Although he had saved me from the hands of Santos, that doesn’t give him enough reason to make rules for me, concerning what I wear and what I shouldn’t. With the strong urge to defy his orders, I strutted to my room and changed into tiny jean shorts that were barely covering my asscheeks, and a crop top with a low neckline, exposing a fair amount of my cleavage.  Looking at myself in the mirror, I winced at the reflection that stared back at me because even for me, my dressing was beyond my comfort zone but at the end, the strong will to defy Giovanni won. With the way I was dressed, it was common knowledge that I’d be getting more annoying comments from the men around the packhouse but I convinced myself th

Mia:  He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer as his soft lips molded mine. His tongue snuck out, trailing the seam of my lips to seek permission and I opened up, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. His hands on my waist glided to my exposed butt, grabbing it and kneading softly as his tongue explored my mouth, tangling with mine. I felt a fire burning in every sensitive nerve ending in my body, causing me to moan into his mouth. He pulled me tightly against him, his erection making contact with my engorged clit. A gasp fled my lips at the intense burst of sensations and pleasure that overtook my entire being from that single action of his. He continued rocking his thick erection against my hard nub, turning me to mush in his hands while his mouth c