Semua Bab The Alpha's Desires For His Outcast Luna: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Melody Reese "That feels so good," I breathed as Draven ground his semi-hard cock on my ass while he peppered my neck with kisses. His hand roamed over the side of my body slowly, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. It was abnormal how fast he turned me on, even though I had just had a toe curling orgasm. My body responded to him; it recognized his touch, his scent, his masculinity, and his hard breaths as he latched on my skin. "You feel good baby," he whispered, holding my throat gently as he trailed his nose along my skin. He took his time, inching closer to his mark, making my stomach tighten in knots. One graze of his fingers on his mark was enough to ignite a big fire; the small crescent shape seemed to be my utmost source of pleasure, my erogenous zone. "Oh god." I pushed my ass back and my chest forward when he finally licked the small mark, sending waves of heat to my core. My smell of arousal heightened as I ground on him, unable to control the pleasure his tongue brou

Melody Reese After apologizing to Draven over and over again for keeping the information about my mom hidden, he finally forgave me. As he drove to the main pack entrance, though, his mood changed entirely. His grip on the steering wheel tightened the closer we got to the entrance."You'll break the steering," I pointed out, earning a side glance so brief that I almost felt like I imagined it. "Seriously, babe, you need to calm down," I urged, earning another silence treatment. With a sigh, I leaned on my leather seat and instead enjoyed the sight of the trees zooming past us. There seemed to be a few pack members walking around, but I assumed they knew there were members of another pack near their territory. He packed right by the gated entrance, which was heavily guarded, both on the inside and the outside. We found Holden waiting, bowing as he led us to where the men were. There were two of them, seemingly around the elders age. Their vehicle was packed further away from us, alre

Melody Reese Everything about Peter and Paul's story sounded like it came straight from a fantasy land. Had I not seen my own mother wanting to kill me, I would have never believed any word that the two men were saying. So with a heavy head and a brewing headache, I sat down on my mate, curling into him as I tried to make sense of the story. I had the urge to go hug my father, rub his back, and assure him that everything was okay, but I couldn't. How could he not know what Gwen did all those years they stayed together? "After you marked Gwen as your chosen, did you go back with her to your pack?" Alpha Jaxon asked after staying quiet for a long time, quietly observing the scene. "No, she wanted to be left to make sure her sister was okay first. So I, I left alone after we decided I'd come back for her after two weeks," my father answered, his shoulders now slumped forward and his voice nasal. "So it was at that time that you went and thought about how you had made a mistake and cam

Melody Reese Blood seemed to freeze inside my body as I looked at my mom's passport. Her hair had been dyed from black to copper and covered with a fitting baseball cap. She had a piercing on her nose and wore heavy make-up, but I could still recognize her evil face from miles away. Sure, she could have fooled everyone else, but no matter what she did to alter her looks, I'd always identify her. "Can you give me a call when she comes back?" Draven plastered a forced smile on his face, handing Mark his card. "Of course. But why do you suddenly seem to be interested in her? She is not even from around here," Mark pressed, putting Draven's contact card in his pocket. "Mark." Draven deepened his voice, letting his warning alpha aura slip in. Mark gulped, stepping back from the counter, when he felt the change in Draven's mood. "I will call you," he whispered as a thin layer of sweat began to form. "You should remember that my father conquered your pack, killed Silas, and took over, p

Melody Reese With Draven's arm protectively on the small of my back, we walked into the club, his aura alone demanding space to pass. It was crowded, loud, and filled with different colognes and scents—exactly how a place of fun was supposed to be. Confidently and protectively, he steered me further inside, his gaze straight ahead even as werewolves scampered away from him. "You just give off alpha vibes without even talking, damn." I mind-linked him, smiling when he responded with a purr. "What can I say? My dad made quite the reputation," he said this in pride as we went upstairs, leaving chaos of blaring music and grinding bodies on the ground floor. "I don't see your father here. It's your aura, strong enough to make any other werewolf cower in your presence." He was trying so hard not to smile or react because apparently he wanted his no nonsense face to remain in place. "This looks so good," I gushed, looking at the VIP lounge in awe. The interior was much different from the