Harry Is Salazar Mate Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Mario and Fatima: Friends. End of Flashback… Harry could not explain his sadness. The rain falls hard, and he cries together with the rainfall. Every raindrop is equivalent to his teardrop. He says, “Dear God, help me with this. I don’t want to kill my Mom. I need to make her repent… like what I did before.” A strong wind occurred, and a shadow appeared, and Harry was shocked upon seeing the image of her Mom. Gaymo: Harry, I know that’s you.

Richard said while grinning, and he didn't completely accept that what Stevent said. Harry thought, perhaps he saw Arosh entering the quarters. "Indeed, you may very well have a fantasy! It's beyond the realm of possibilities for me to have a lady in the dormitory." Harry said grinning, while at the same time lying. "Ahh, perhaps. For what reason did your face get injured?" Stevent asked once more. Harry didn't lie any longer and he came clean to them, since they wouldn't stop the inquiry "I got into a battle the previous evening, on the grounds that Marco trapped Arosh the previous evening. "Said Harry.

He smiled. Luna followed in silence as she wondered what could have gone wrong. Why would Seven deny and reject Hazel? Of course, he was her mate and she was very sure of it. What then was happening? She still could not believe nor could she understand what could have made everything turn sour. Hazel had suddenly changed. She was suddenly becoming like her father. Was there no room for peace anymore? “By the way, when is the mating ceremony of Seven?” He asked as they entered the central room.

The smile on her face faded as she took steps forward. "Did you get a bad news earlier?" She asked him worriedly and reached out her hands to touch him but he moved away from her reach. "I did not get a bad news but you are the one who is going to be getting one" he replied and her brows knitted. "What are you saying?" "I do not want you, Hazel" Her heart skipped a beat. "Do not want me? What are you saying?" "I, Axel Hills, reject you Hazel Simons as my mate. I will have nothing to do with you." He replied.

But before that someone called my name. It was Harry, running like a madman towards me. "Thank God, I found you here. I was going around looking for you." "Why are you looking for me? Oh, Oh, I swear, I have no idea where Sarah is. I am searching for her as well." I smoothly lied through my teeth. I had no desire to let the world know what I know about her. Harry was different question because he had a very punchable face. Couldn't even imagine what I saw in him to claim that I loved him.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

Hazel's POV "Don't mind her, She thinks she’s safe. Very soon, he’ll use her like a pawn and sacrifice her to the gods, just like he did to most of his past whores." That was the last thing I heard before I picked up my pace and ran. I had always felt something was off about Alpha Matteo’s sudden kindness. But hearing those cruel words from his own pack members felt like a slap to my face. It hit differently, Harder than I was ready for, Making my heart bleed so bad.

I stood in the dark, a chill spreading through my entire body. After what felt like an eternity, Willow gently pushed the swaying Lucas away, finally "noticing" me. "Lucas, is that your mate? She's here to pick you up." Her voice was light, filled with the casual confidence of a winner. Lucas turned to look at me, his gaze unfocused. "What? What mate? That's just my ride!" Using his drunkenness as a shield, he professed his love for Willow without holding anything back. "Only you are worthy of me. I only love you, Willow. You know that. How could I ever be mate to another she-wolf?"