Black Swan R34 Novels & Stories

Skylar tried to open her mouth to shout but all came out was silence She can't even shout for help Skylar became agitated and stood up with force she fell off her bed "Someone is coming" Skylar saw Alex pull Stacy and they both entered the room by the left side of the ward Skylar tried to pick the oxygen machine Alex dropped but she was slipping out of her conscious already The door opened And Skylar couldn't make the clear image of who entered Skylar tried to fight her conscious but she black out Flashback end Skylar POV

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

But over the past five years, killing had become easier. It was much later, when that last woman pushed him away, grabbed her clothes and stumbled her way out of the door. He felt better, sated, even though he could feel everything he’d done that night. His cock had stopped throbbing, stopped pulsing with need, and he finally headed into the bathroom to wash it all away. It was a good start to his new life. Jake Savage and Wrath could be equal parts of his true self.

His free hand tugged down the neckline of my dress exposing one breast. His mouth left mine to latch onto the hardened peak, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. Pleasure spiraled higher and tighter as my thighs trembled. I was so close, teetering right on the edge. He pulled back abruptly. Fingers slipped out of me, leaving me clenching around nothing. I stared at him, dazed and desperate, chest heaving. Dr. Brandy straightened, adjusting the obvious bulge straining against his trousers. “Our first session is over. You’ll come to my residence tomorrow at eight. Bring your main journal with you. And Freya…” He brushed a damp curl from my cheek, almost tender.

Rhydian nodded at Kellan, who faded back into the shadows. He opened the line. A hologram flickered to life, showing three figures seated on stone chairs. The air around them seemed older and colder. The one in the center was Rafe. His hair was silver, his face hard. His eyes were the color of flint. "Alpha Blackthorne," Rafe said. His voice was dry, like stones grinding. "The network is disturbed. We feel a dead zone in your territory. Explain." "A new asset at Veridian," Rhydian said, his CEO voice locked in place. "A unique genetic profile. She causes some sensory disruption. We are studying it."