Jacaerys Velaryon X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Nothing of the sort, Serena.” I elbowed myself up and observed him as he propped himself using two pillows. “Farryl was a she-wolf doted to be one of the choices for the Alpha position in Jaxis,” he added. “She is a childhood friend of Elijah. As to what their relationship was, only he knew, but I was aware she adored the royal family. When it came to choose who would inherit the Alpha position, I chose Kade despite the council’s recommendation. With her strength, wit and overall bearing, she was the obvious choice, but I disregarded her.”

A filthy kiss that makes me dig my knees into the bed, just for an anchor against the raging storm of lust, and before I know what’s happened, Jace is planted completely inside of me, a continual growl of agony emanating from his throat, his blues eyes nearly crazed when I draw back to meet them. “Are you hurting, Aleera? Don’t be hurting, angel. God. Please.” “I’m fine,” I gasp, though the pressure is intense. Intense, but fulfilling. With a promise of something more on the horizon. Something beyond my imagination. “Thank God. Now ride it,” he instructs through bared teeth, his shoulders flexing against his restraint. “Rub your clit on Daddy. Like I showed you. What did I say about that swe

Behind me, Jace held out a ring, one knee on the carpet floor, his face was sober as we locked eyes. "My little Omega, I know the circumstances that connected us were not ideal but that night was more than the deceit and I'm sorry it took your absence to realize it. Lykos recognized you even when I was fighting it, he marked you before I understood why, he knew you were our home but I was too stubborn to let go of the shadow I was chasing. Losing you was the worst thing that happened to me, and when I found you, you gave me life and a son. You're my heartbeat, and I can't imagine a future without you. Will you marry me and be my chosen mate, my love, my Luna, and mother of all my children?"

Damian's ears were filled with her moans of pleasure, the sounds nearly driving him mad with the erotic fury of their coupling. But beyond this lustful frenzy, Damian felt something extraordinary, an unusual presence that even Xavier, his inner wolf, was wary of within Elara. It was as if her wolf was about to awaken due to her loss of control. "Ah... Damian," Elara moaned his name, igniting a primal urge within him. His hands gripped her hips, thrusting in sync with her movements, their bodies slamming into each other. With Elara straddling him, he felt the powerful surge of his length swelling inside her, marking an intoxicatingly tight embrace.

“But my heart has always been yours. Only yours!” Cerys laughed, cruel and mocking. “How touching. She admits it, whether by love or desperation, she gave herself to another. And you still wish to risk everything for her?” She turned her serpentine gaze back to Valerius. “A vampire as old as you, reduced to this… pathetic weakness.” Valerius’s chest rose and fell, his fury warring with anguish. His fists clenched so tightly his claws drew blood. The shadows around him writhed like living things, responding to the storm within.

Sera took a deep breath, preparing to reveal a crucial detail. "Jasper isn't born an ordinary lynx," she disclosed. "He's a hybrid—a mix of Warlock and lynx. Fearing he might be discovered and kidnapped, Blaine cast a spell on his own son, concealing Jasper's true nature and giving him the appearance of an ordinary human. The spell is designed to automatically lift during the Black Moon coinciding with his 18th birthday. By then, he should have been found by his mate, even if Jasper doesn't recognize them yet."

Sela asked in shock. "Alpha Jaceon slept in warm silk beds and ate rich roasted duck," Varel explained heavily. "But Lady Reya despised Zachery. She threw her second son into the military camps to harden him into a cheap weapon for the crown. Zachery was a highborn prince but he took the same beatings I took. We starved together."

Alaric leaned back against the mahogany chair, his expression visibly baffled as pieces of the past rearranged themselves in his mind. He narrowed his eyes at the siblings before him—Carlos, who once was Victor, and Selene, now reborn as Lysandra. Their interactions held a strange, almost familial rhythm. And something about the aura of the current Vellaria clan—the reigning vampire nobility—matched theirs too closely. Then, as if finally connecting the dots, Alaric asked slowly, his voice low with disbelief: "Wait… you two—were you married before? You birthed the reigning Vellaria vampires? Our bloodline…?"

“Ayla.” She lifted her chin. “You need someone who can read old curse residue, fertility damage, bloodline reactions and whatever is happening to her body. Also, if humans are involved in experimentation again, I will know what to look for.” Valerio slowly stood as well. “Then I will come too.” Dax stared at him. “You cannot be serious.” “I am.” Valerio’s gaze moved briefly to me, then back to Dax. “If this is tied to old Shadowfen wounds, Jasper, the Dagon heir and whatever reacted between Ciara and me, then I should be there.”

"Not the oh-so noble Charles Blackwoods." "And you've already provided two perfect good heirs to choose from," I smiled. "Cecil is a beta lycan." His eyes widened. He went still. "Richard is an alpha." He shot to his feet. "You're lying." "I'm not," I said. "And for the record, Grace is at least half-lycan. And she's an alpha." He paled. He shook his head. "You're just saying that." "I'm not. Given the situation, you have two options."