The fighting had stopped, and I stared at the powerful shifters before me as they cleaned themselves from the dried blood on their limbs. It wasn't about secrecy or silence anymore. Meliodas told us, confessed that they were being closely tailed, and now the priority switched to something else close to desperation. Their pursuers were coming armed with all the hate and fear passed down from generations of mateless hybrids and shifters. All the misinterpretations and bad memories swirled about their minds like a swarm of angry bees. All of them had been raised to despise Ahbaya and her kind, the Bloodmoon pack regardless of what kind of person she truly was. They wanted me dead and Ahbaya is to be imprisoned. “It’s no secret how much the Bluemoon pack detest the Bloodmoon.” Meliodas said after cleaning himself. “My pack wanted the Bloodmoon’s bloodline dead, because any relatives must have been somehow corrupted with such unsavory genetics --- a curse that had began with the curse of

BLUE SHALDAN I don’t remember how we ended up naked in the middle of the forest, nor do I remember how her mouth ended up wrapped around my cock. “Hyacinth…” I moaned loudly. My neck arched down to meet her lustful eyes staring right at me. Her big eyes pierced and bursted my sanity all at once. Then she licked the base up to the tip, her eyes never diverting away from mine. FUCK. How can I forget how we ended up here? “You missed this Blue?” Hyacinth mumbled against the slit of my cock, her lips sending odd vibrations to my sensitive flesh. “Remember the first time I gave you a blow job? How messy it was…” I moaned loudly as she began to slowly wrap her lips on the head of my member. Her tongue teasing and licking the slit. I wish she could just shut up and stop teasing me. I just want to fucking shove my dick against her throat so she’ll shut up and just deep throat me until I come. So I can get away from this, so I could get away from her. It’s unfair to Yohan. Very unfai

YAEL OSOS The setting sun lit the final dying sky like the embers of a burning burial pile. The intense and electrifying beauty was somewhat subdued by what it seems like the end of the world for all of us. Ahbaya and I sat on two stripy deck chairs laying on the sandy yet rock filled shore of the Eastern Kingdom. The armor lay across Ahbaya’s lap as she sipped rum and slightly bitter aged grape juice. She played with the lidless cup in hrt left hand, dropping it onto the sandy ground ever so often. “Meliodas is right,” Ahbaya said suddenly. “What?” I moved slightly, and I felt my heavy eyelids being dragged up for a moment and blinked a couple of times, trying to process whatever she said as I tried to maintain the look of relaxation on my face. “He’s right. My father is mad… He’s ambitious and very controlling. He had been controlling me ever since I could remember. And he had been controlling the fate of the Kingdom even though I was supposed to reign it. He is cruel, and dema

AHBAYA BLOODMOONI had this dream once after I've mated with the man that I love. It was about Yael and I. That I wasn’t the Queen of Aensland nor was I the Alpha. I was an omega, and he was the one who marked me as his. The two of us were walking hand in hand as we roamed to some far off meadow we've never been to before. He was all smiles, and I smiled at him. It doesn't make me weak in the knees. Rather, it makes me feel safe, like a big balloon was inflated in my chest before and now it had popped and I could breathe again and I didn't feel any burden. I trusted him, admired him. I loved his entire being, even the scar on his back — the scar that he tries to hide from me whenever we’re standing in the same room while we’re naked. I loved the story of how he got the scar even though he finds it frightening. For in that story he learned to fight for himself, he learned how to live. I also love it whenever Yael smiles, and the sharp fangs show whenever he grinned or spoke. He's t

YAEL OSOS It was one of those times when Dane and Timothy became the object of our amusement. They fought about who’s stronger and who was weaker and decided to play some weird game called ‘Game of Thrones’. And now all of us are watching and practically laughing our ass off. When it was all over, Ahbaya and I decided to go home, rest and cook at home. “Pass the rabbit jerky.” I asked, waiting for the bowl to be handed over to me. Ahbaya turned to me and said, “All gone.” Then she showed the bowl filled with small bits of jerky. “No shit?” Ahbaya smiled at me, grabbed the remote and clicked pause. “Want to cook?” The two of us marched outside the house, foraged whatever we could find and went back to the kitchen after an hour. I tossed the rice in the boiling water as I minced the onion, garlic and mushroom. stirred the rise into the boiling mix of broth, vegetables and milk. It’s the first time she’s going to see me cook something so random, no wonder why her eyes are glu