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And she would. “Mommy? Why are you crying?” Arthur’s little hand reached up to wipe her tears. “Nothing… I just love you so much,” she whispered. “I love you too, Mommy,” he said with a bright smile, leaning into her hug. They stayed like that for a long moment before he pulled back and headed for his wardrobe. “So, Mommy… this Red Moon Pack… is it as good and peaceful as Velaris?” She hesitated, forcing a hum of agreement she didn’t quite feel. In truth, Red Moon was nothing like Velaris. But no matter what, she would keep him safe.

He looked at his reflection in the polished visor of the heavy helmet. "I used to pay a hundred dollars a month in micro-transactions for a skin that looked half this good," Leo muttered, his voice a low, rumbling chuckle. Maya was sitting by Arthur's cot. The old baker was sitting up, eating a bowl of warm, reconstituted synthetic broth. He looked frail, but the grey pallor of death had fully retreated from his face. "You boys caused quite a stir up there," Arthur said, his voice weak but steady. "I could hear the cannons all the way down here through the concrete."

“Sure, why not?” He hesitated. “Amaya doesn't really like us poking around in her kitchen.” “Well, she's not here,” Jenny chipped in. “Please, take whatever you want.” “You got the chips?” Arthur asked, walking in. His smile grew wider the moment he saw me. “Here's my favourite chipmunk. How does it feel to be vulnerable in a flood?” I rolled my eyes. “Nice to see you, Arthur.” He wrapped an arm around my neck and kissed the top of my head. “Missed you a lot.”

Leo was restrained, his face pressed into the mattress, his ass high in the air. Arthur reached into the bag again. This time, he pulled out a thick, veined, silicone dildo. It was massive, at least nine inches long, with a suction cup base. He held it in front of Leo's face. "I bought this in Monaco last week. I have been saving it for a special occasion," Arthur said, his voice low and dangerous. "I am going to open you up with this, and then I am going to breed you again. But this time, I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

They plunged at him, but Arthur met them with a sharp precision, his fangs closing against the throat of the first, ripping into the flesh and tossing the limp body aside. “We have to retreat. They are coming in too deep,” One of the hollow moon warriors shouted from behind. Arthur snarled, baring his teeth at them. He’s not letting them get any closer to her. The forest shook from behind them, a deep growl silencing the crowd as the ground shook. All of the wolves stopped moving, moving back slowly to form a formation. And out of the woods came a wolf, but it did not look like an ordinary wolf. It had pale eyes and no fur on the head; it was a scarring sight to behold.

He chuckled lightly, sparking a brief moment of intrigue in Clara’s demeanor. Taking this opportunity, Marley leaned forward. “How about you start, Arthur? Tell us about the most daring thing you did when you were Clara’s age.” Arthur’s brow furrowed in thought. Then, slowly, a glimmer of mischief sparkled in his eyes. “Well, I remember when I decided to sneak into the old tool shed to build a treehouse. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt exhilarating to be out there with my friends.”

Even thought it was a bit disrespectful, Dario was already used to it, they had been together since they were children… Arthur was a spoilt one. “Then is she a toy?” Dario asked curiously, instead of a direct answer the smile on Arthur’s face confirmed it, she was indeed a toy. Arthur doesn’t do well with his toys, he plays for a while then he gets bored, either he throws it away or breaks it, but either way it doesn’t matter to him. “Do you have a name I could search for?”

Madin says just to know if Arthur will really listen to him , regardless of how in need he is. "Okay..." Arthur says in a whisper, hesitantly moving off him but Madin pulls him back. "There now , don't cry. Come on, here I am, do whatever you've been dreaming about and whatever you've been wanting to do with me." Madin says chuckling , but his chuckle dies suddenly when Arthur's demons hear Madin's last words__ words of permission. NEXT MORNING... "I want to sleep, Arthur." Madin says dragging his lazy body to the side but Arthur pulls him back in his arms.

“Don’t be hard on yourself.” Quincy, always fond of the children, couldn’t help but joke around. He squatted down, imitating a crying child. “Arthur! Howard! *Waaahhhh!* We were so scared! We’re just glad you’re okay! What would your mommy and we have done if something happened to you?” Arthur shot back immediately, “Stop crying, Quincy! You look so ugly when you do that! We can’t even look at you!” Although Arthur was usually sweet, he didn’t hold back when teasing others. He could be quite the little devil when he wanted to be.

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.