All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonstone: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Katla “Crossing documents,” the human in the booth said without looking up. He had a large rifle strapped to his back, and a silver chain around his neck. “This is the Silverburn delegation,” the driver said. The human looked up from the glow of the screen in front of him, “And? Do you expect me to be impressed or something?” he scoffed. “The Silverburn delegation requires no documents to cross,” the driver said back, cooly. “Wolves think they are above the laws,” the human spat. “No, but the agreement between your realm and Silverburn is law. I’m sure you do not need Mr. Silverburn contacting your governor about this, right?” The human put a hand on the butt of his gun, tapping it, “I’ve got silver, you know. I could take your whole delegation out right now.” Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Towe

Katla “Damien, what is happening?” I grabbed him, “Where are we?” “Katla, calm down, this is an elevator. It will take us to our home in the city. It’s on the 105th floor. Well, 105th through 107th to be exact. You’ll see. I hope you like it.” My wolf awoke somewhere in the corner of my mind to appreciate the way he said “our home” with ease. I tried to regain control of my breaths, and he held me close. His smell enveloped me, and soon, there was nothing else except him and me wrapped protectively in his arms. I rested my head against his chest, instantly relaxing. The elevator came to a stop with a small lurch that made my stomach slide up and down, then the doors slid open to reveal a massive space surrounded by windows that touched the sky itself. I took a step out of the elevator and the doors closed shut behind us. I looked around, expecting to see the familiar buzz of a packhouse, and he sensed it, “It’s just us Katla,” he breathed. “My

Obediently, Clarissa crawled over the bed to me, stood in front of me, then slid down my body. As she did, she pulled my pants down, then took me into her warm, wet mouth. I looked at Katla who raised and eyebrow at me, smirking, and then I looked down at the woman between my legs. Humans were very good at this; I had to give credit where credit was due. She pulled my length into her mouth and I grabbed the back of her head and looked up while I thrust over her tongue and deep into her throat. When I felt my climax rising, I picked her up and threw her back onto the bed. Clarissa looked at me seductively and placed her feet on the bed, opening her legs to expose her wet and waiting pussy. “Clarissa, touch yourself,” Katla commanded, and Clarissa obeyed, running her fingers over her slim frame and between her legs. She was clean shaven, and her fingers found her clit, massaging it. While she was massaging her clit, I slid two fingers into her soft, pink folds. Her bac

He pushed me up against the wall and pressed his lips to mine, first gently, but I felt his hunger rise as the water licked our skin. I lowered my legs from his waist, and he pulled my arms above my head, pinning them to the wall as he moved his lips to my neck and arms, then kissed down my side. His hands ran over my body and found their way between my legs. He spread his fingers, allowing them to trace the along the edges of my slit. Then, he slipped his middle finger between and slid to my clit, massaging it. I moaned as warmth began to spread through my body. He pushed two fingers deep inside me and I gasped as he stretched me. “Katla, feel what you do to me,” he growled in my ear as he took my hand and wrapped it around his length. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, feeling the tightening soft skin wrapped around engorged veins. “Like this,” he said, wrapping a hand around mine, and placing my hand so it cradled his cock. He opened his hand slightly as he

Katla Hugging my knees, I remembered that just yesterday I had told my father that I needed him and that he would be by my side as I became Alpha. I screamed, throwing anything I could touch. “Fuck Viti! Fuck Viti! Fuck Viti!” I sobbed again, gasping for air and feeling everything tightening around me. I could feel Aurelia growing restless, wanting blood, and I wanted to let her take over, sprint to the Southern border, and mangle Viti’s pathetic, tiny wolf beyond recognition. “Goddess, help me,” I begged. In my heart, I felt a tug, like I was connected to a string. The sensation to follow it grew stronger, and curiosity took over. I needed to know what was on the other end. I stood, wiped my tears on the back of my sleeve, and followed the pull. I silently walked along the white hall lined with paintings that showed an array of shapes and splatters and to the stairs. I supposed this must be human art. The art in the Iceclaw Packhouse was most