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

It could really be a good idea for two mates who want to depart forever, but the implication was that the rejector would go insane after two weeks. All this was what my grandmother had told me one night under the full moon, and I could vividly remember how I resisted such a fate for myself. I was that girl who admired mates and how they paired, fell deeply in love with each other and bore kids. I wish that for myself every single moment of my life. What the hell is happening to me now? Like, is all this for real? My mate is performing that same ritual to detach me from him. "I, Jace Crown, reject you, Bella Hawkins, as my....

His eyes reveal what he truly wants. And he wants me ... or maybe not? I don't know anymore. I don’t want to assume. Assumptions will only lead to disappointments. I can feel the intensity and electricity between us. A fire that will burn wildly if we only make the right moves. It was as if our bodies were whispering something at each other. Whisper to cave in to our desires. This is what I’m talking about. If something happens between us, I'm fucking done. If I'll be tempted, that's game over for me.

I suggested, hoping to engage in a casual discussion. Taking a seat on the nearby one-seater sofa, I settled in next to Isaac. Baking was a cherished hobby of mine, and I often prepared batches of frozen cookies to have on hand for moments when I didn't feel like cooking. The convenience of having them stored in the freezer allowed me to enjoy freshly baked treats whenever the mood struck.

(Adelaide & Cael) Desire, raw and newly awakened, refused to loosen its grip on Adelaide’s flesh. It clung, relentless, even as Cael’s arms closed around her, even as the bond wound itself through her veins like living fire. His heat anchored her to the now, but the vision the crystal had forced into her mind would not let go. It haunted her, a forbidden echo thrumming beneath her skin, as if some ancient god had branded her from within.

“You’re the colony’s heart now, Nova—forever ours.” The tethers release, dropping me to the floor, trembling, dripping with cum and my own juices. The cameras keep rolling, the hologram projecting my broken form, and as I touch my collar, fingers slick, I feel the network’s pulse in my veins, my purpose redefined. But a new hunger stirs—a flicker of rebellion, a desire to turn their pleasure against them.

I was beginning to relax, beginning to accept whatever was about to happen. Besides… they were just bodies. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the moment, wrapping my arms around her to return her kisses. Then she whispered in my ear: “I want you to forget about ethics, morals, and principles. Tonight is going to be rough and smooth at the same time… remember, they’re just bodies.” I liked the sound of that more than I should have. I had always wanted to be the rebel, and now I was finally part of something wild and dangerous. I just wanted to savor the moment.

"For five years, I lived in a frozen cage. I thought the rejection had killed the beast. But you... you didn't just save the world. You woke him up. And he’s starving." He leaned down, his nose grazing the sensitive line of my neck. I felt the sharp prick of his fangs against my skin, not a bite, but a claim. The mate bond, which had been a dull ache for half a decade, erupted into a localized supernova. It wasn't a frequency. It wasn't a vibration. It was a longing so deep it felt like it was written into my very DNA.

He couldn't let his father take everything that he work so hard for years. As time went on, Samantha's feelings for Tristan intensified. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even when they weren't at the office. She replayed their conversations in her mind and dreamed of a world where they could be more than just step-siblings. The guilt of her desires weighed heavily on her conscience. ~ The house was unusually quiet, their parents having left town for an important client meeting. Tristan was left in charge, his mind wrestling with the forbidden desires he harbored for Samantha. In an attempt to distract himself, he found himself flirting with their maid.

She still woke in the middle of the night crying out for him, and she still remembered the feeling of complete isolation as the pleasure of their sexual encounter eased away. She had been cold. So cold clear to her soul that sometimes she wondered if she would ever be warm again. At the time, she had known she wouldn’t. And she would never forget his answer to the Breed tribunal when Cassandra Sinclair had asked him if he loved his mate. Had he actually suggested he could learn to love her? As if she wanted him to learn anything. She stomped into her personal quarters, casting a glare at the door that led to Del-Rey’s. She had started to move her rooms, until the pack alphas had come to her,

I inhaled deeply and caught it faintly on the wind that drifted through the chamber’s open windows. Wild jasmine. Winter frost. And something metallic. Steel. “She’s near rogue territory,” I muttered. Selene stiffened. “Then we should eliminate her immediately,” she said. The word eliminate scraped wrong against my nerves. “You will do nothing,” I snapped. Her expression flickered — fear? anger? calculation? The bond pulsed again. Closer now. Not physically. But spiritually. And beneath the surge of Alpha instinct, something else twisted through me. Desire. It was raw and unwelcome. Fifteen years of suppressed mating instinct crashing back all at once.