Lena Mouse Nude Novels & Stories

I have to brace myself up as a Luna - as Zane’s Luna and put any out-of-character in their place. I open his doors and come in with a bold aura surrounding me, Zane must have been eagerly waiting for me. He is already standing in front of me with loose pants on his waist, his eyes dimmed when I removed the rope. I go closer to him and he grabs my waist, he bends his head to my ears and whispers. “You look beautiful tonight, Brown Doe.”

My hands subconsciously slipped away from hers, and I looked at her with widened eyes, expecting her to speak up for herself and explain to me that whatever they were saying wasn't true and that it made no sense. She only shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. I wanted to ignore them and act like I didn't hear them, but I was curious to know what they were really talking about. The moon goddess wouldn't be so heartless to give me a mute as a mate, right? “What do you mean?” I asked. He stood up and walked forward, his gaze lingering on her. I could see the lust in his eyes, and it was annoying me greatly. “Alpha, she isn't your type. This girl is a Stealer Wolf, she doesn't deserve

She eased off him, wincing, and knelt over him, facing away. Alex licked his lips as he took in the view. Two fingers parted her pussy lips dripping with his cum. She saw it in the mirror. A thick trickle of white seeping from her. "Now..." he rasped, "this is what a perfectly fucked cunt looks like." *** Lena opened her eyes to the same bright lights from last night. She looked beside her to see the space was empty. She stretched gracefully but let out a hiss as muscles protested. The movement made her aware of the dried, sticky patches on her skin—whiskey, sweat, him.

Feral. Her eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly as the image lingered. What in the goddess’ name was that? A dream? No… I wasn’t even asleep. An odd sensation coiled in her head, then traveled down to her fingertips. A low hum, an energy she couldn’t shake. Lena? Not now, please. I’m in the bath. But Lena was silent.

"Alpha Arlo Desperate to Find His Missing Mate!" Photographs of Lune, radiant and smiling, accompanied each article. The images showcased her beauty, but they also highlighted the stark reality of her absence. Readers scrolled through pictures of her attending classes, laughing with friends, and moments shared with Arlo—each snapshot a reminder of the life she once led. The juxtaposition of her vibrant spirit against the backdrop of her mysterious disappearance fueled public fascination and concern.

THE WRONG SEND "Lena's pov" I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos. Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of my ass. Then I spread my legs, sliding two fingers through my already soaked folds and spreading them for the camera, showing just how wet and needy I was. The last shot was filthy — me biting my lip, fingers glistening with my arousal.

****Lana's POV**** I stood there in the middle of it all, as the world spinned around me in circles. Mr Lance's short fingers pointing at me accusingly in the boardroom while he clutched his bandaged head with one hand. "This girl, she's a psycho, she broke my head with a vase and even slapped me!" I smirked, wishing I could have done more. Mr Lance caught the smirk and ran wild. "You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!"

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Her curly hair, similar to mine but worn loose and wild down her back, framed a gorgeous face with piercing eyes. She wore an elegant black silk pantsuit, but the jacket was open just enough to reveal she was completely braless. Her full, heavy breasts moved freely underneath, and if she shifted the right way, I could catch teasing glimpses of soft flesh and hard nipples. I couldn’t stop staring. Ryan and Marcus quickly disappeared into a corner with the other men to talk business. I felt a flash of annoyance at being abandoned, but Lena smiled warmly and offered to show me to the food table. We stood shoulder to shoulder, chatting like old friends. The problem was she kept “accidentally” br