บททั้งหมดของ CRAVING THE PRIMORDIAL ELDER : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Zoran’s first thrust made Naelis almost fall on the bed but he held her in place with his hand.Naelis couldn't believe that just one thrust could make her so weak. She immediately understood why he had said that she might not be able to handle him. "Ahhmm.... Ahmmm" Naelis moaned as Zoran continued thrusting roughly into her without waiting for her to adjust to his huge size.Zoran couldn't think about anything else anymore, he just wanted to take Naelis over and over. He wanted to mark every part of her, so no one else would dare come close to her again. Pah!"Ahhhh... Yes, spank me again" Naelis screamed when Zoran suddenly spanked her hard on her ass cheeks, leaving a bright red handprint. Pah! "You like that?" Zoran growled into her ear, his voice made her body tremble. Naelis noticed that his voice was different but the thought quickly vanished as Zoran lifted her off the bed again. He slowly placed face up on the bed, spread her legs apart to get a clear view of her pussy

Naelis woke up with a sharp breath, her body jolting as her eyes flew open.For a moment, she was extremely disoriented. Her head felt heavy, her limbs warm and weak, like she had been dragged out of deep sleep too suddenly. The first thing she noticed was the ceiling, she frowned at the familiar ceiling.She pushed herself up from the bed, her chest tightening as memories from earlier rushed back all at once.She remembered being in Zoran’s room, getting fucked by him and falling asleep in his arms.She couldn't understand how she wasn’t there but in her room instead.She felt confused and a terrible feeling welled up in her chest. She looked around again, slower this time, as if the room might change if she stared hard enough but It didn’t.“Why am I here?” she whispered.Her voice sounded hoarse from all the screaming while getting fucked earlier.She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, ignoring the slight dizziness she felt as soon as her legs touched the ground. The silenc

The silence that followed the leader's words was heavy, it took Naelis a few seconds to process the words. She just sat there on the dirt, staring at the rogue leader in absolute shock, her mouth slightly agape. The pain in her ankle was momentarily forgotten, replaced by a sudden cold chill in her chest, that she couldn't explain.“My mother?” she whispered with a frown, her voice filled with surprise and curiosity. “How… how do you know her?”Her late mother was a topic that Naelis held close to her heart, a memory she cherished greatly. So, suddenly hearing the rogue leader talk about her was shocking.The leader didn't look away, his piercing blue eyes seemed to soften for a fleeting second, reflecting a grief that mirrored her own. He let out a slow and weary breath that was filled with a hint of sorrow.“We were good friends,” he said simply. “Better friends than most would have understood.”Naelis felt a surge of desperation to know more. She eagerly stared at him hoping he co

The black SUV drove down the mountain path, the wind rushing into the car as it moved with a slow and steady pace. Zoran sat perfectly still in the middle seat, his large frame made the space look cramped. His hands were folded neatly on his lap, and his eyes closed in meditation. Beside him, five other monks sat in similar states, hands folded, eyes closed and their prayer beads clicking rhythmically as they moved toward their destination.Suddenly, a violent shiver ran down Zoran’s spine.It wasn’t cold, yet he felt a sudden, piercing chill that settled deep in his bones. Then a strong wave of sadness crashed over him, it was so suffocating that he momentarily forgot how to breathe. His brow furrowed, and he frowned. He tried to push the feeling away while searching his mind for the source of this sudden sadness.‘Mate.’The word didn’t come from his mind, but from the depths of his soul. His wolf, that is usually quiet, suddenly let out a mournful howl that vibrated through Zora

The air in the hall was so thick with tension that it felt as though the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Rowan sat motionless at the head of the massive oak table, his fingers intertwined, his gaze not leaving Marek’s face for even a second. The elders shifted in their seats, their whispers dying down as the weight of the rogue leader’s accusation settled over them."You speak of being framed, Marek," Rowan said, his cold voice echoed in the quiet hall. "That is a bold claim for a man whose people have been seen tearing through our borders and spilling the blood of our people for years. What proof do you bring to this table, other than your word? The word of a rogue carries no weight in the halls of Frostpine."Marek didn't flinch, a smirk played on his lips like he had expected this, but his eyes were cold and calculating. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, and gave a sharp, subtle nod to one of the rogues standing behind him. The rogue, a scarred man with a