The Alpha's Prickly Porcupine
CYTHmated to my fiancé’s alpha king brothermated to the lycan kingthe pregnant luna rejected her alpharejected by beta but mated to the lycan king
"The sky doesn't care about your pride, Aichonne. If you fall, you die. I will not have you dying because you’re too stubborn to accept the only safety left to you."
The sky-mount, a gargantuan beast of corded muscle and iridescent, shifting scales, senses our friction. It shrieks, a sound that shreds the low-hanging clouds, and snaps its massive, leathery wings wide. The force of the take-off is a violent, stomach-turning lurch that defies gravity, slamming us against the seat. Aichonne has no choice. The gale-force winds hammer against us, a physical wall that would peel a lesser creature from the saddle. She is forced to abandon her rigid, defiant posture, her slender arms snapping around