Lorcan As an Alphas descendant, it is an honor to lead our warriors and answer the call of other clans for help. It’s also my first time at a Summit. I usually stay behind to protect Wolf Island. However, this year, my father insisted I join the forward troops to Lion Island. Being the future General, it was only logical. My mind is on the mission as we march to the arena with distinction. Upon reaching the training grounds, a tantalizing scent invades my nose. A warm floral sensation lights me on fire from head to toe. It’s faint until I get into the arena and smell it so clearly. But suddenly, the wind shifts and the fragrance dulls. My heart pounds looking around for it. I’m trying to focus on practice, but that bouquet of warmth is so prominent and distracting again. My warriors have no clue about the haze I am under, and one lands a hit on me. Back on point with the spar, I laid him out quickly with an uppercut. Again, I feel a pull to that scent but still can’t pinpoint its l

Kimarhi and I spend the rest of the day exploring and getting to know each other. I met some of her people and saw the beauty of Lion Island. It is a beautiful place and my new home. My favorite, The White Plains desert. Such pristine natural sand against the blue of the ocean is breathtaking. I can’t wait to run on this sand as my wolf. But more stunning is my love standing before me, basking in the pride of her home. Correction our home. We aimlessly wander and talk to everyone. We ran into Theo and his destined wife, Helena. I am told she is the best of their clan’s doctors. She’s also human, reminding me of my mother. So classy and poised with an accent I can’t place. “Hello, King Lorcan. It’s nice to meet you finally. This is my fate, Theo.” Helena’s eyes spark with pure love when she says his name. “Lovely to meet you, Dr. Helena. Theo and I met in the arena earlier,” I say, and Theo stiffens at the mention, “Though a skilled fighter, he lost graciously to me in a spar.” “Oh

“And Because you needed him to finish what he started so that I could do this,” I growled at her mouth, making her swoon. Lifting her to me and swiftly gliding her core back down my exposed shaft. Perfectly wet for my entrance, she wraps her legs around my waist on reflex. Grunting together at this moment is everything to me as she purrs. Holding her standing, she clings to me, looking deep into my eyes. She moans in pleasure, and I begin thrusting up into her. Sparks erupt like canons as we collide, and she screams with a few quick thrusts. My body is in overdrive. I lean us up against an upturned boat. I pound Kimarhi to the rhythm of our moans. She finally roars an orgasm for me. The sparks are pushing me faster and deeper with the feeling of her wet warmth around my throb. I want her to come again so I can join her this time. “My Love, roar again for me. I need to hear you, to feel you,” I command in her ear. “It’s your turn,” she commands with a grin. Kimarhi pushes her weigh

The Watcher - Lion Island How could this happen now? I think while spying on them silently, clawing at the bark from my hiding space. It’s all I can do while that disgusting dog defiles my Queen. Should I allow it to continue? For years I’ve been subtle with my actions, but my advances get ignored. Queen Kimarhi would sleep around on occasion with a warrior. I would allow her to be a slut if they were Lions, and in the end, she was mine. She stands here, enjoying every moment with him and his helper, the warrior who recently caught her attention. The mutt needs a Lion to please my Kimarhi, after all. It is unsurprising, given that he’s acting like a weak Alpha. A smirk spreads across my face at his ineptitude. I go to one knee, continuing to endure the show. Their scents drift towards me, her scent of flowers muddied by the aroma of wet dog. I work to keep quiet, as it’s difficult to breathe, but it means they will not notice me watching. How can you allow him to touch you like th

Lorcan - Wolf Island - Day before The Summit After two hours at sea, our ship comes to the Maelstrom of the Archipelago—a large pool of whirling current set equally between all the Islands. If appropriately navigated, it will quicken our trip home. The whooshing of the water drowns out all else, even the winds. This dilemma requires us to use the Pack Link to communicate directions to each other. ‘All hands, sails up, we coast in slow,’ I say through the link as the men scurry about the deck, preparing for the transition. The sound of the Maelstrom muffles their movements and hard work. The ocean flows over the hull and onto the deck while the waves carry us in. I firmly hold the helm and steer the boat into the current. ‘Steady, steady,’ I warn, waiting for a suitable break in the swirl of violent water. ‘And drop the Front sails,’ I command through the link. A fluttering of sheets rips through the air, the wind catching them ideally to push us over the breakpoint. ‘And now the