روايات وقصص ضمن Frozen Desire: The Rebel's Alien Mate

. They disappeared down the hall, but my chest was still tight with the pressure of what had just happened. Nikolai turned to me, his expression softening just a fraction. “Sorry about earlier,” he said, and I hated that part of me that wanted to believe he meant it. “Had something important to handle.” Amelia warning echoed in my mind. He’s dangerous. I shook it off. I didn’t belong here. Didn’t belong in this world. Because this ship—this life, the humans on it will all be forgotten and I’d be gone. Back to my own life. We finally made it into the room, the keypad clicking green, and the door slid open. Nikolai tossed his jacket on the bed, turning to face me. His brows furrowed wh

Something that had been forged in fire and ice and had emerged harder than diamond. Ela pulled her hand back. The movement was automatic, instinctive, the first real thing she had done in days. She did not know why she did it. She did not feel any particular desire to be free of his touch. She just did it, because some part of her, some small and buried part, still remembered how to resist. I do not know you, she said. Her voice was flat, empty, but there was a flicker of something underneath it. Something that might have been fear. Or confusion. Or the ghost of the girl she used to be. I do not want a new mate. I do not want any mate. I just want to be left alone.

Alliah finally remember the dreadful song of her little self’s desire. “Four, five, six, can I see you’re flesh? Seven, eight, nine, can I kill them all?” She giggles, that’s sending a shiver right down Alliah’s back. Yet, it is a different kind of shiver. For it is screaming her deep dark desire to kill. “Finally, at ten, can I have her, right?”

Every time I saw him, my chest tightened, beating faster and faster, beyond my control. At first, I kept telling myself I didn’t want this. That I wanted the rejection, that I wanted him to let me go. But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. I knew it was the mating bond at play, pulling me closer to him no matter how hard I tried to fight it. And the more I tried to shake it off, the stronger it seemed to grow. He’s given me freedom, real freedom. I can move around the estate without guards now, without anyone trailing behind me. But even with that, I still feel strange, like I’m living someone else’s life. Everything has changed so suddenly that I hardly know where to fit in anymore.

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

At least she doesn’t try to cling. Once again, the only way for me to satisfy this woman or any woman was to imagine they were Rebel. I know that’s all kinds of sick and wrong, but I need my release too. Even if I can’t have Rebel. Rebel is just perfect. She knows I’m bisexual and doesn’t bat an eye at that. Then again, so is she. But I only want her, but I know I can’t have her.

But I couldn’t speak. His fingers trailed down my arm, slow, deliberate. The touch sent a shiver straight through me, and I clenched my teeth, trying to resist the heat pooling low in my stomach. “I will *never* be yours,” I hissed. Alaric chuckled darkly. “Then why are you shaking?” I stiffened. He was right. My body was trembling, but not from fear. From something far worse. Desire. I hated him. I hated how he made me feel. And yet, I couldn’t escape it. The mate bond was *stronger* than me, pulling me under like a tide I couldn’t swim against.

Adam Desiree was perfect for me. When she passed out, I wasn't happy, but I knew how intense a claiming was, so I let her sleep for an hour and soon I had to have her again. I spread her legs and went back in with my cock. Desiree woke up moaning. I felt her all over me. Her scent filled my senses, and I felt complete. I fucked her like a mad wolf. I had restrained myself for months, all leading to this. I intended to take my fill and satisfy my wolf, but as I pumped and she moaned my name, I knew I would never get enough of her. Her reaction to me was driving me crazy. I felt like a wild animal. She had unleashed the beast in me. I wanted to grind my cock in her pussy for the rest of my lif

I am hard as fuck. Not only did she claim me, she went full Luna on this stupid ass she-wolf. I need to bury myself in her and mark her. She sure as hell knows how to make a man feel important without even trying. Rebel has such a tight hold, that all Ceraline can do is nod. When she lets go of her neck, Ceraline falls to the floor, trying to suck in as much air as possible. Rebel bends down and grabs Ceraline’s hair and pulls her head back, so she is looking at her, “You can call me all the names you want, but while you are out here looking desperate and needy, I will be with MY MATE, in OUR room and before the night is over, I intend to be his completely and have his mark on my neck. So th

“Feel everything you’ve been hiding. Your fear. Your desire to resist. Everything you’ve tried to keep from me.” Zaria stepped back, desperate to create distance and catch her breath. But Damian followed. Her heel caught the edge of the bed and, with a soft gasp, she lost her balance, falling backwards onto the mattress. A small cry escaped her throat before silence reclaimed the room. Damian stood before her, tall and unshaken, his shadow spilling across her like something alive. Damian tilted his head slightly to hold her gaze, and for the first time, Zaria caught a flicker of something foreign in his eyes. In that moment, a strange current surged through her—warm, aching and hollow all at