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“ Yes, it won't happen again, I'm sorry, baby,” I held her close to me the sparks spread all over our bodies, in a while I heard her light snores, indicating she had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes too, succumbing to the dreamland, knowing that when the next stage begins I would not be getting any amount of rest for hours. Soft groans coupled with hands roaming all over my body, woke me up from my slumber, I blinked my eyes to see Macy kissing and sucking on my nipples aggressively, I looked out the window, and it was still dark outside, the second stage had begun, and my Mate was lost in lust, desire filled her eyes. Her arousal hit my nostrils and I groan out loud,

Was she about to fall into Moonland again? The dream came swiftly, but it was different this time. There was a darkness that clung to it, something heavy, oppressive. She didn’t feel the usual welcome. Someone—him—slithered into her bed, a hand sliding beneath her nightdress, touching her. The sensation was electric, but it was wrong. She tried to push him away, but he was relentless, his touch both comforting and terrifying. His lips were on hers before she could protest, his hand pulling her closer, forcing her into a kiss that was too intimate, too much.

What is the name of what we are doing? "Gia." He calls again. I don't know the name of this sweet madness, but I don't want it to end. Not so fast. Not right now, because I love this unfamiliar feeling. I want this feeling to be the only thing on my mind tonight. I watch the movement of his finger on my lip, and my eyes close again on their own as I begin to fantasize about this in reality.

She ignored Roman for a couple of seconds as she pulled off her boots. "Moonmare." She replied, barely aloud. "You're familiar with nightmares right? It's almost the same as this one. The difference is that it isn't night… it's the Moon." Her mind seemed to hover as she rotated the little pointing wood in her palm absentmindedly. "Nightmare ends once dawn comes, but Moonmare doesn't." She regained herself and cackled. "I named it myself." A smug glint appeared in her eyes. "What do you think?"

Vera couldn't help but burst into laughter. I sighed, stood up from the bed, and walked towards the standing mirror, examining my body. I noticed my nipples were erect and visibly poking through the nightgown I wore. Vera stood beside me and stared at my reflection. "You are in your heat period, which might explain the dream. It's completely normal for every woman to go through this every month. Even though I experience it regularly," Vera reassured me, adopting the demeanor of a gynecologist. I gently patted her shoulder and proceeded towards the bathroom.

I shut my eyes really tight as I tried to shut my mind as well, completely from the thoughts of Voldemort coming in. “Heyy, wakie wakie, Yifa. It’s time to get your ass up.” I heard a familiar voice echoing in my subconscious state. I was lost in my imaginary world once again. This time it wasn’t a nightmare but a night bliss. If there was anything like Night bliss. I call it night bliss because that was the period of time where I get to live my most wanted desires in my sleep.

Eve closed your eyes, praying to the goddess that when she opened her eyes, her mate would be in front of her. She heard footsteps around her, and then she felt it, her heart reaching out to someone. Her inner wolf stirred, reaching out to reach her mate. Her mate was here, she could feel him already. The drum sounded and she opened her eyes. Jude was in front of her

In Luna's gaze, she felt both a grounding force and a profound mystery, piquing her curiosity further. As she continued to gaze at Luna, a surge of affection washed over her—an overwhelming longing to bridge the invisible gulf that had formed between them over the years. "Luna," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and desperation, as if she were reaching out to a distant star. "What’s going on? Why do I keep having these dreams about us?"

She glanced at the scattered clothes on the floor, stained with sand from she dropping them at the riverside. With a sigh, she reached for a fresh set of garments and put them on. She then combed her fingers through her disheveled hair, attempting to restore some semblance of order. But it wasn't doing much. She let out a frustrated groan and gave up trying to save the hair. When she was done, she opened her room door and stepped out, hurrying down to the festival. The Moon festival was in three phases. The appearance of the full moon; it filled up the wolves with desires and the need to make stupid sexual decisions — like having sex with your sworn enemy at a riverbank.

Chapter: 62 ****** ALTAIR: I lay asleep on my bed, the moonlight spilling through the open window and casting a silver glow across my shirtless form. The gentle breeze swept through the room, making the curtains flutter like the wings of a restless bird. In my dreams, I was lost in a haze of longing, the remnants of desire swirling around me like a soft fog. But then restlessness took hold. I tossed and turned, my body stirred by an electric current I couldn’t quite shake off. Finally, I opened my eyes, blinking against the bright light that filled the room, and that’s when I saw him.