Full Moon Heat: Sinful Werewolf Stories のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“What’s with all these tattooed men carrying such scary, loaded weapons? Are you the mafia of the werewolf clans or something?” Camille asked Dante the next morning as a dozen men followed them around when they were ready to leave. He ignored her.“Dude has some serious issues,” she complained to Olive while they hugged and exchanged goodbyes. “He was squeezing my thighs under the table, making me choke on my breakfast half the time, and now he’s acting like I’m invisible.”“You can make him regret it,” Olive said with a chuckle. “You have about an hour with him in the car. Make him your slave and let him live between those thighs until you have to push him away.” An armed man opened the passenger door to a black Bentley, helping her step in. Dante was already in the back seat, lost in a phone call that sounded serious. The door next to her softly shut while Dante opened his laptop to look up some confidential video footage that was sent to him. As he snapped out orders in Italian o

Content warning: Dark/BDSMThe weather was awful for the next several days. It was thick and wet with heavy mist and fine drizzle all day and all night long.Camille was in an even more awful mood because she knew Dante was avoiding her. She tried to unlock every closed door and search every hidden nook. There was no trace of Francesca or Giovanna anywhere.She looked out the window, staring at the hazy outlines of the trees as a veil of mist drifted through them.'Why would he get rid of Francesca's pictures?''Does he want to forget her? But why?'"Beautiful, isn't it? The trees and sky look straight out of a painting." She heard the cook say, walking to the window and standing near her. "Your breakfast is ready.""Sky? Trees? Where? They are all swallowed up by this stupid fog. What's beautiful about any of this elusive shit?" Camille snapped, too weary to think about anything other than finding answers about Dante."At least it means Spring is coming. Soon it will be wildflowers an

"Oh, come on, now. You promised you'd tell me once I got better, Daddy." "It's a long sto-" "I have time. We have an almost hour-long drive to Titan Ridge- “Baby girl, I'm not going to argue with you about this. You can't go with me," Dante said, slipping into a well-fitted gray shirt. "Why not? I told you I'm over Callum. And besides, the pack mage conjured a pretty strong mate bond, so he's very much into Savannah now. He won't even look at me." "They would have consummated the bond if that was true. Whatever Callum's reasons are, your presence won't help." "What do you take me for, Dante? I'm not the kind to mope around and crawl on my knees for someone who's into his mate." "I should've known that. I never would have brought you here." His words made her falter for a moment. When he saw her shoulders sink, the resolve drained from his voice. "There's no need to look so deflated," he said softly. "Come here and give me a kiss. I'll be back soon." "It's not safe f

"She can’t touch you while I’m alive," Dante assured her, weaving through the Crimson Hollow Forest at maniacal speed."Finally," he breathed, hitting the brakes and easing into Titan Ridge's pack borders beyond the towering pines. Camille's face was still tightened with anxiety while Dante greeted the patrol guards. A strange sensation washed over her when she realized that she had first heard Giovanna's name in this very car, on this same road, as they drove away from this pack territory."You were so aloof the moment you found out she was alive. I thought you didn't want me anymore. But you were only trying to protect me," she said, almost muttering to herself. "But Daddy... she'll want revenge for her death, right? You killed her. What if she's after your life too?""No, she won't even dream of hurting me. Her very existence hinged on her obsession with me. That's her dissociative identity.""How do you know it's Giovanna that came back? Not Francesca?""She doesn't know she had

Content Warning: Anal PlayHearing the sobs erupt from Camille's chest, Ronan stood helpless. The careful distance he had once put between them had become vast and uncrossable over the years.He was known as the alpha who never had to raise his voice to be heard. One look from him could silence a roomful of dangerous alphas. He had carried the weight of two entire packs on his shoulders without ever breaking when his brother died. Enemy packs feared him, while the ally packs followed his command without question. He was the epitome of power and dominance.And yet, none of that power meant anything now.Because the woman standing before him was hurting, and he could do nothing about it.Once, Camille was the apple of his eye. He'd gouge the eyes of anyone who dared make her cry, tear apart anyone who hurt her, and burn the world to keep her safe.But that had been before.Before his choices. Before he pushed her away and out of his life.Every instinct screamed at him to cross the dist