Romans & histoires Cal And Mare

“He’s not mad at you, Maya. Not in the way you think. He’s mad at himself. He’s scared, and Kael doesn’t do fear well after what happened to Andrea.. It comes out as control. Orders. Anger.” I stared at my hands. “That doesn’t make it okay.” “No,” Rowan said quietly. “It doesn’t.” The silence stretched again, but this time it felt different. Not painful. Just full of things we weren’t quite ready to say yet. Then, out of nowhere, it happened. A flash. A memory—or something that felt like one—slammed into my mind like a door swinging open too fast. Marta. We were standing in a field I didn’t recognize. She was laughing. I was smiling. Behind her, carved into an old stone, was a glowing symbol

ASTRID I glared at the poor animal for a few seconds before sighing and reaching out to rub her neck. "Don't throw me off again," I whispered, and it neighed softly in response. "Milady," Cayon began as he rode. He swung his leg over and jumped down from his horse. "I deeply apologize for that," he said, "the mare is a young one, and she's just been back broken recently, but I guess it didn't work."

Roisin The mare beneath me suddenly tensed beneath the saddle, her powerful frame going rigid like a coiled spring. Her ears flicked sharply back, nostrils flaring, as though she had caught wind of something no one else could sense. My hands tightened instinctively around the reins. Something wasn’t right. A low thrum of dread twisted in my chest. I could feel the shift in her energy, subtle at first, then increasingly erratic. Her hooves danced restlessly beneath me. She tossed her head with a sharp snort, her muscles twitching beneath my thighs like she wanted to bolt.

The last thing she needed was to hear her best friend might be found dead somewhere. “Doctor Roberts?” a man’s voice called from the dining room doorway. Gabe turned and saw Calvin, his general manager, standing there looking anxious. “Yes. What’s wrong, Cal?” Chloe asked, getting up from her chair. “We’ve got a mare that hurt herself on the fence. Her leg’s cut,” Cal said apologetically for interrupting. “Work calls,” Chloe said quickly, heading toward him. “I’ll go with you,” Gabe said, starting to stand.

While finding a pair of mates during the 21st century is a rare occurrence due to the lack of original, pure-blooded Lycanthropes, they do still exist and produce the more elite and powerful offspring of the Lycan race. I stopped reading and looked up at Cain. "So you're saying that you and I are mates like the book is describing?" I asked him skeptically. He nodded. "That's impossible," I said, looking back down at the book. "It says Lycanthropes emit the pheromone. I'm a human, Cain." "You're right. It should be impossible," he said, pulling up the chair beside me. "Which is why I wanted to ask if you would be

Justin said taking the lead. They rubbed their eyes, stretched their bodies, and took deep breaths before joining him on one of his crazy chases...again. They needed a break. The walk to the place where they were selling the horses was quick and fast. Miles and Angela didn’t hold hands this time. They didn’t know why they didn’t but they were hoping the other will hold theirs first but that didn’t happen and they ended up simply walking. Kale was beginning to get softer this season. Before, she was a real pain on the neck but Isa’s death did something that calmed her down sometimes.

After a while he fell asleep there. The white horses became restless, among them the blood horse. They raised their heads and snorted. The wind subsided, the leaves and the fern froze. And as if the wind had stopped him beforehand, the menacing shadow now fell on the horses! The beautiful mare suddenly buckled and rolled onto her side, tormented by convulsions, they twitched their legs. Her eyes rolled wildly and her nostrils were distended. Something stirred between her hind legs and suddenly there were two forelegs and a foal's head. The mare pressed hard, but the foal stopped halfway. The mare put her head down to catch her breath, cramps passed through her bloated body again, and she nei

Mia: The two days before the mating ceremony came so fast and it hurt to know that my time with him was gradually coming to an end. Looking at myself in the mirror dressed in a pretty white lace dress with a tulle skirt that covered my legs, and a crown of flowers resting on my hair, I looked so beautiful but the sadness was there in the depth of my eyes.

“This sounds like a familiar story...” “Maybe a little.” Carter chuckled. “I hated it at first. It was hard work, but then I grew to love it. These animals, they grow on you.” Mia nodded. “I can believe that.” She laughed as Hopeful moved closer to get more scratches. Mia happily obliged. Carter smiled. “Hopeful Dreamer is my favorite mare here. She's gentle, smart, and an excellent mother.” “She's definitely friendly,” Mia agreed. She motioned to the mare's extended belly. “Is she pregnant now?”

There were horses that ran freely with long, shiny manes—two red and one midnight black. “Yeah.” “What are their names?” “Tennessee, the black one. Dutch Warmblood. Alaska is Akhal-Teke, and Cascade, the long-haired Arabian horse.” “They are beautiful.” “But high maintenance than me.” He chuckled. We sat on the couch, facing the beautiful view. I couldn’t help but sigh, grateful for how my contract marriage gave me peace of mind. “You okay?” He looked at me. I nodded, unable to form a word. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he planted a kiss on top of my head, and then we watched the view in silence.