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His hands trailed down my back, I stood stiff, drowning out the whatever feelings were bubbling up inside. “Mine” he growled, his breaths skimmed across my neck. I gasped, as he suddenly pinched my nipples without warning, using his large hand to grab my waist keeping my feet firmly on that spot. “You will bear my mark, and carry my cubs,” he whispered. I stood motionless, staring at the empty space in front of me. “Get your ass in the bed and lift it in the air like a good little mouse you are,” he hisses into my ear. The demand makes me even more wet which I hated myself for, turning around I compiled to him, laying down on my stomach and pushing my knees up until it touched my breast. “Good little mouse,” he moaned, his voice vibrates through my body. With the exposed position, the scent of my arousal spread the room, I knew I was a pool of wetness that I couldn’t control it dripped down my inner thighs. He hummed in approved, tearing off his shirt and pulling dow

“What is going on?” I asked Sophia as we walked out of the kitchen She remained silent in an unnerving manner. "What's going on? Did I do something wrong?" I asked again , trying to keep up with her brisk pace. Sophia didn't respond, leading me through the winding corridors of the mansion. We finally stopped at a door I recognized – the entrance to the luna’s private quarters. Veronica. My heart skipped a beat. Was I really in trouble? Sophia opened the door and nudged me inside. "She wants to see you," she said, her expression unreadable. I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. The room was empty, except for a figure standing by the window, cleaning the glass steadily. I found myself in an elegant anteroom. Sophia gestured for me to follow her. We walked through another set of doors, leading to the Luna's private chambers. The room was warm and inviting, with soft cushions and a crackling fireplace. Veronica, the Luna, sat on a plush couch, her once

The silver moonlight reflected off the water, the air thick with the scent of earth, blood, and adrenaline. The she-wolf who had joined the battle padded closer to us, her movements sharp and precise, the same predatory grace that Kael exhibited when he was in his wolf form. Her fur was a sleek shade of gray, almost silver in the moonlight, and her eyes were a piercing yellow that seemed to see straight through me. She glanced at Kael, a look of understanding passing between them before she turned to me. "We need to go," she said, her voice low and steady, tinged with a sense of urgency. "The rogues are just the beginning. If you stay here, it won't be long before others find out you're here. And Kael's enemies won't rest until they get what they want." I glanced up at Kael’s wolf, his eyes still burning with the same fierce intensity. He nodded to the she-wolf, then turned toward me, his body language demanding I follow. Without another word, I did. The night seemed to grow co

The early morning air was crisp and biting as I made my way to the training grounds. The first rays of dawn barely pierced through the dense forest that surrounded the pack house. My body ached from the events of the previous day, and from lying on the cold hard floor through the night. When I had hot in the beds were occupied and I wasn’t really familiar with anyone nor do they even like me to begin with. Using my small blanket I had with me from the time I spent with Robb up till now, I laid on the floor. Robb. How was he and his wife, Alice? I wondered till I finally fell asleep. I hadn’t slept much, as a kept waking up from nightmares, with sweets pouring down from face to my neck, my thoughts racing between finding Ruby and Aria, probably visiting my father and the place I once called home. But first I needed to be strong on my own, with fear, and determination heavy on my shoulders I pushed open the doors to the training arena. The Training Grounds The training groun

The forest seemed quieter than usual as I made my way to the lake. The sun’s warmth filtered through the canopy, but it did little to ease the chill creeping up my spine. Every crack of a twig or rustle of leaves made me glance over my shoulder. After last night’s attack, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever feel safe in the woods again. But when the lake finally came into view, its calm surface reflecting the late-morning sun, a wave of relief washed over me. The water glistened, inviting and serene, and I couldn’t resist its pull. I stepped out of my shoes, peeling off my clothes with quick, efficient movements, and waded into the cool embrace of the lake. The water was heavenly against my sore muscles. I let myself sink beneath the surface, the world going silent for a moment. When I came up for air, I pushed my hair back from my face and allowed myself a rare moment of peace. My aches and frustrations seemed to dissolve into the gentle ripples around me. But my moment was short-lived.