Bought by the Feral Billionaire
Clara answered the kiss with a feral hunger, her body moulding entirely to his, her inner wolf purring in a wild, submissive rhythm that accepted the pain as long as her king was the one ruling it.
Outside, the purple lightning from the trench struck the base of the bunker.
The spiderweb cracks across the massive acrylic windows widened, a thin, high-pressure stream of freezing ocean water shooting into the far corner of the vault, instantly turning the white leather sofa into a block of solid ice. The deep, rhythmic thrumming sound—the heartbeat of the first Lycans—echoed through the stone walls, demanding that the deep take the child.
"One more push, Luna!" the doctor screamed through the