Novel & Cerita Ao3 Moana

Her feet balanced on top of the smooth pebbles under the soles of her feet and she waited. She swayed with the water as it moved softly around her. No one moved, no one spoke. They only watched in silence, taking comfort in the person next to them as their loved ones were sent home to the Moon. Many had never seen such a ritual, most of the packs had their own traditions they followed, but Moon Fang always stayed faithful to the Moon. The moon had crested at its highest peak when her arms spread out beside her, slicing the world before her in two. Her body rose up and her feet rested upon the smooth surface of the water.

And if still Derek would say no, then Zeus will talk to him and convince him to accept Moon and Ocean and their relationship. In a while Maria came in and told Moon that her father was ready to meet her. Moon hugged his mother and thanked her. Then Moon informed his mother that he'll be spending the night with Ocean. Maria smiled and told him to be back before breakfast. She fed Moon then left. As soon as Maria left, Moon jumped out of the window and ran to Ocean's. As promised, she was waiting for him. Moon came in and pinned her on her bed. She liked his dominant side and she felt safe with him. Moon softly placed his lips on hers. She moaned as he bit her lower lip, asking for entrance. S

I was positive that I wouldn’t give in to his wish until I learned about Doctor Liara Haysbert Wayne, Moana’s cousin and also the Moon Goddess. Not just that, the future werewolf king was Gryphon Ambrose Wayne, who was Moana’s nephew. The cherry on top was that Moana was also related to Calvin Haysbert, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. So, observing all these benefits along with having a rogue as my Luna wasn’t that bad. She was like a trophy that I could show everyone. All I needed to do was keep her under my control so that she would speak and do every word that I said. I had planned everything about how to control her. First, I would teach her manners, which she lacked. How could she glare a

Each one is thin, with pale skin. Some, their bodies were littered in bruises and others not. But every one of them has definitely been neglected by their mate. And every one of these omegas have made their nest 7 to 9 days before the full moon. And every one of them have died. I slammed the book shut then threw it. I hear it hit the wall before hitting the floor. I reach over and grab Jameson then pull him into my arms. I bury my face in his neck and take a deep breath in before slowly letting it out. Feeling my body tremble with both anger and sorrow.

“Ahh….” As the heat wave surges through me, my wolf seizes the opportunity and takes control of me. He quickly demands, “Claim me now. Fill me full of your pups.” From the back of my mind, I try to take back control, but I stop fighting when I notice Owen’s eyes have switched from dark brown to yellow, as he replies to my demands in a deep husky voice. “As you wish, my mate.” Within seconds, I’m catapulted into heaven as Owen thrusts his lubed fingered into my quivering hole. “Ahh….”

I let out an earth-shattering moan as I climaxed for the second time. Fuck, did my mom hear that? I am so dead. But no one came barging into my room. "I am going to come, Marina. Your sweet little pussy is squeezing me so tightly that I can't hold back anymore," he croaked out. "The...then...come. Please...I can't take it anymore," I whined. My body ached all over as he didn't take it easy on me. He froze on top of me. Our bodies were so closely connected that I felt him come inside even through the condom. I wrapped my arms around his sweat-drenched body as he trembled on top of me.

But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war. Rafe and I wolf and human, alpha and lone wolf stood together in the ruins, unbroken. And I finally allowed myself to believe that nothing, not even the distant threat of war, could undo what we had forged in blood, pain, and heartache. The moon rose higher, silver and commanding, witness to our oath. Our survival. Our bond. Our choice.

I looked back at him, this powerful, ancient creature who could command the wind but couldn't navigate a conversation with a girl. "Noah Thorne is being erased by a woman who doesn't even see him as a man. He’s becoming a ghost. If you keep acting like this, you’re going to turn Marie into one, too. And then you’ll be back here, alone with your maps and your architectural symmetry, wondering why the mountain feels so empty." "Kaelen?" "Yes?" "What do I do?" I looked at him, a sad, knowing smile touching my lips.

"Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?" “Anna Witherspoon,” the man in the wide-brimmed hat said, his voice low. "Yes, Anna Witherspoon," the bold man echoed. "And why do we care?" Bisila asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, because Andrew was the one we all thought could steal your heart, but now he's married. We’ve all tried, and you’re not interested in any of us!" the bold man grinned. "You’re all like fathers and brothers to me. Please, Travie, I’m years older than you!" she said, rolling her eyes.

The car rolled to a stop and the door opened and Moana stepped out. She was wearing a short leather skirt and a black top and her leather jacket was hanging off her shoulders and her hair was in a high ponytail and she looked beautiful. More beautiful than I had ever seen her. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were bright and there was the confidence in the way she moved that had always been there. She was glowing because of Dylan. I knew it the same way I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. He was doing that to her. He was the reason she looked at the world like it owed her something. He was the reason she had stopped pretending to be small.