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It might not be happening the way I had planned, but it was close enough. I pinned her hands above her head and tore the upper part of her dress. The fabric ripped with a sound that was loud in the quiet room, and her breasts were exposed, full and round and perfect. The Moon Goddess had not just blessed Isora with insane beauty and strength. She had also blessed her with fucking gorgeous tits.

"Good point. Did you ever land up doing that nude photoshoot for Hamilton?" "Urgh, that creep! Basically what happened is he wanted me to do these extremely sexual poses and he didn't even try to hide the massive boner he had. I just felt uncomfortable so I left before I could regret anything." She explained and slipped out of her dress. "I mean I'm super confident about my body but being drooled over by an old guy? I'm good thanks." "Clearly confident." I laughed. Isla stood before me completely naked and wiped off her excessive makeup in the mirror.

he said. “No—it’s not!” Before he could respond, the space around us shifted. The darkness trembled. And then— Light. A sudden burst of silver light exploded above us, illuminating everything in a cold, eerie glow. The moon. But not like any moon I had ever seen. It was too close. Too bright. Too powerful. My wolf surged violently inside me, reacting instantly. A sharp gasp left my lips as something deep within me answered the call. “Aria,” Kael warned.

By the time the sun dropped, Isabella was aching. Julian took her on the beach that night. Moonlight turned the sand silv. He spread a thick blanket and laid her down, peeling the dress off like he was unwrapping something precious. His mouth was everywhere—sucking marks into her neck, licking down her stomach, spreading her open right there under the stars. He ate her out like a starving man, two fingers deep, curling just right until she came hard, thighs shaking around his head, crying out into the empty night.

They don't have any preference but to trust this human. David Apsyrtus turned his body so he faced her, He grasped both of her hands. "Each lake in the Moonland has unique properties. I discern them when I touch the water. While I know now who you are, it will not be easy for you. I think you are her daughter, you are the offspring of the last Moon Goddess,the one who will bring an end to this war, besides he also had the ability of fire like you." David clarified. His words were kindness, a concern that was so quick that for her, it was natural. This vigilance was a part of who he was and that was, if she was honest, the most attractive feature she had seen for quite some time.

After all, no Lycan will want a Luna who has already mated with another man. "Eloise..." His deep, hoarse voice came, and I looked up, keeping a sad expression. "Who do you think you are to talk about my Luna?" His red eyes blazed up, and his glare turned into a terrifying scowl. My eyes protruded in horror. Terror gripped me, and my whole body started trembling immediately. "Yo...your Majesty..." "And what exactly gave you the audacity to talk to me?" "I believe you're aware of the penalty for blasphemy against the King or Queen?"

Naria said taking his hand as they walk around the training ground into the woods. “Her name is Isabella— my ex-mate.I used to think the moon only haunted the sky. I was wrong—it haunted her too.She wasn’t just fierce; she was wildfire wrapped in skin, a tempest in every glance. When she laughed—gods,it wasn’t a sound, it was a pulse. Something alive, untamed, like the echo of wolves running beneath the stars. It lit something in me even before I knew what she was. Before I knew what we were.” He signed with a glint of pride in his eyes.

But when my eyes lift to the table itself, the scene that greets me is nothing like what I’d imagined. Shane and Ivy, both naked, are pinned against the surface. Her legs are locked tightly around him with her fingers buried in his hair. Still rooted to the door, I watch him thrust into her with rough, heavy grunts, the table shaking violently with every swing of his hips.

When morning came, light seeped in through the window, falling perfectly on Ikaros's shoulders and chest, making his beautiful skin glisten. In moments like those, I could see the scars on his body, crossing his chest and shoulders, as well as some moles that looked like constellations. His jeans clung so low on his waist that it felt like I could see parts I'd seen before, but seeing them again would catch my heart unprepared. There was a tattoo on his ribcage, only the tip of that tattoo that I could see because the rest was covered by his hand.

Isolde’s expression turned grim. “You are not just Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack, child. You are the echo of a prophecy older than this land.” “What prophecy?” Isolde didn’t blink. “The Moon’s Forbidden Mate.” Avery stepped back in shock. Lily whispered, “What does that mean?” “It means,” Isolde rasped, “that love will destroy your fate… or awaken it.” Suddenly, the ground trembled. A shadow swept over the cottage. Isolde’s eyes widened. “He’s found you.”