“Uhm…Ah—I ju-just have a-a nice convers—” “Shhh. I know what you and Vesta did, Cy. No need to hide about that…” Cyrill swore that he saw something from Rozelyn’s eyes. It was tears and…pain. “I just want help from you,” she candidly muttered. “From me?” Rozelyn nodded. Her face was still unreadable in Cyrill’s werewolf senses. A flash of lightning beamed at Rozelyn’s face, making him startled. “Are you the one—”

          “So, are you coming to my soiree or do you want me to cut off your manhood if you don’t attend?”            Ludwig was flabbergasted. Not because of the voluptuous woman’s threat that she’ll cut off his velvet steel but because of the fact that she will be hosting a grandiose private party.            It had been years since Maebh hosted a soiree in the Mullins Estate.            “The soiree will be this coming Friday. Don’t forget to wear a nice, clean, outstanding tuxedo!”            Maebh said then she curtsied towards the door after wearing the last piece of her clothes—her underwear.         

          His blade is so long and…sharp. The width and height of his groin is probably the biggest one her crevice has ever tasted.           Rozelyn had never seen a velvet steel as huge as this. It’s twice bigger than that of Eoghan, to be frank.            He’s definitely not lying that he was good. Not just good, he was utterly the best man in drilling a woman.            ‘Perhaps that’s why this man is so sexy because he regularly exercises in bed…’ Rozelyn thought. Hans moaned from behind. It was music in her ears. Well, she probably forgot that she was being pounded by an Empath werewolf—by an entity that can manipulate emotions.            “I wonder how many women you can

            This was the first time Rozelyn saw the entirety of Cyrill’s velvet-wrapped steel. His body was shimmering with sweat, making Rozelyn wholly quiver and waver on the inside. Electricity suddenly ran throughout her body; very much unusual for her to feel this kind of yearning towards her stepmom’s protégée.            He brushed his serpent on her stomach. The heat of his groin was pretty much enough for Rozelyn’s crevice to produce a milky liquid. She was panicking—as well as perplexed. Perplexed on why Cyrill can easily show his carnal interests towards her. She was confused because throughout their years of being under one roof, she had never seen him wild and ferocious like this very moment.            He pulled down the garment that was covering the skin of her milky abyss. Roz

            Darkness seems to be her fortress, her abode.            Hidden in the shadows, a woman—dressed in a sleeveless ebony-black dress—took a bite from that flesh that she was fiercely holding.            It was just a quick and small bite to savor the raw virgin heart—enough to register the taste in her craving tongue and dry throat.            The corpse of the heartless woman lies before her—literally heartless. By just one glance, one could tell that no single drop of blood could be harvested from the body. Not even organs as they are all, well, devoured by this wretched creature.            The woman’s autumn-colored hair was shining amidst the pitch black darkness