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I closed my eyes shut in pressure, not prepared to lose my virginity to him at all cost but he was a werewolf, a beta and I was a witch with no powers. “No!” I whispered through my dry lips, my body began to feel weird. I was able to lie very comfortably under him even when I wanted to fight him off. My brain was in shambles, fearing did my body already gave up? Was my body accepting him? And that’s when it happened. “à celui qui me fait du mal, puisses-tu ressentir la colère de ma colère” my lips moved in whispers and his body froze. “What the he--,” he paused and then got up from the top of me. His face was all red and swollen. He held his neck between his hands and fought to breathe.

He looks down at his fingers before looking up again, staring at the blank space in front of us. “You know..” He started, capturing my attention. “When you saved me, back in the woods when I was buried with snow, I felt it was my first time in the environment. I didn't know what came over me. I woke up with this sudden hunger. It wasn't for food. It was for blood and cries of mercy, I tried to quench it with a forest deer but all of that was to no avail.” He started to explain again. Just like before, I had no way to understand such a complicated situation as his.

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Harlan knew—Kenji's dog, off-leash. Sleep came fitfully, Beretta under the pillow like a cold promise. Dreams twisted: Kenji's smirk, his hand pouring sake over my skin, spilling hot down my collarbone. His obsidian eyes watching, possessive, as he leaned in—thumb tracing my pulse, mouth claiming mine in dominance that tasted of ruin and sake. I woke gasping, sheets tangled, core aching with forbidden heat. His whisper echoed: Mine to watch. Dawn bled through the curtains, my tablet chiming—unredacted emails incoming. The game deepened. And I was neck-deep in the predator's pool.

Its chest had the shape of a permanently branded claw mark on it. The berserker ape starts to feel immense strength flow in its veins. Slowly, it was becoming awake and conscious. And it remembered the anger which was extinguished by death. It started to tremble then it slowly got up. Then it let loose an ear-shattering roar. _________________________________________________________________________ David stopped mid-charge when he hears the roar of the berserker ape. The other super reptiles temporarily cower. David even sees Bob cover his ears. Oh no… David recognized that effect that came from a roar. It meant that another superspecies appeared.

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Story 6: Bred by the Ruthless Pack Chapter 2: The first alpha’s cum was still pouring out of me in thick, sticky ropes when the leader pulled his massive cock free. My pussy felt empty and aching, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again. I stayed on my hands and knees on the soft moss, ass high in the air, legs shaking. The moonlight made everything glow—my sweat-slick skin, the white cum dripping down my thighs, my swollen pink pussy lips that wouldn’t close.

It was warm. Not the sharp urgent warmth of the tower flame or the pulsing heat of my wrist mark in moments of high feeling. Something older and quieter than that. The warmth of something that had been waiting in a dark place for a very long time and was simply relieved, in a way that had no urgency left in it, to finally be found. I opened it. --- The first page had no chapter heading. No introduction. No author named. Just a single line, written in ink so dark it was nearly black, in handwriting that was small and careful and had the particular quality of someone who wrote as though every word cost something and was therefore worth spending precisely:

I close my eyes and start chanting “othala ehwaz perthro naudiz” The sting in my neck increases until it’s burning up. I grit my teeth and wait. The berserker is closing in again. He jumps up and swings. I can’t dodge this...might as well take it head on. I cast another fortification spell and block with my sword. The clash is heavy and I’m pushed back into the hill, the shockwave splitting it in half. The berserker starts running towards me, obviously enjoying the one sided battle. ‘That.... didn’t hurt at all.” My clothes aren’t torn. I notice the pain in my neck is gone. I close my eyes. Knowledge flows through me as the Index activates.