Novel & Cerita Mallow X Lana

Smiling at her, I left to go check on the new mother whose child hadn't stopped crying. "Hi," I squatted as I took the little girl from her almost crying mom. "Go get some rest, I have got the baby." Isabel shed a tear as she gave her thanks. She has only recently joined our pack because of her mate. And the poor lady must be worried about him since he too had gone to defend our home. One of the benefits of being a Luna, is the ability to connect with all pack kids in a way that cannot be explained. With the little girl in my arms, I moved around to ascertain every one was okay.

Not that he ever did. "You're alive!" Cara squealed again and I looked up to see my petite maid, standing on a cliff nearby, her pretty pale face framed by black curls. She had the widest blue eyes ever and they fitted her innocence perfectly. "But your hair is all messed up! It took me an hour to get it combed perfectly, Luna!" I grinned at her whining, my liquid brown eyes twinkling in mockery, and swam farther away from her. "Cara, get into the water! It feels wonderful!"

Everything around me felt wrong, no matter how perfect it appeared. My eyelids lowered, and I whispered, “I don’t want to be the Luna of the pack.” Christina’s voice came at once, sharp with panic. “Why?”

“Lana, come ride me.” Lana straddles me and sinks down onto my cock. She starts riding me hard, her breasts bouncing wildly. While she moves up and down, I point at Mia. “Mia, sit on my face.” Mia lowers her wet pussy onto my mouth, I lick her deeply while Lana rides my cock. Tara kneels beside us and plays with Lana’s breasts, pinching her nipples.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

"For now, I just need a big hug from my best friend." She grabs me and wraps her arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "You are so gay." I chuckle. "Gay for you, little bìtch." Lana has always been taller than me and a bit curvier. She's one of the most beautiful people I know. Red hair. Wide blue eyes. Thin red lips and a sharp pointed nose. She pulls back and scans me from head to toe. "Nice haircut." She runs her fingers through my hair. "Nice hoodie. It looks expensive. Did you steal my money? Did you steal Brandon's money? Please tell me you stole that Pig's money."

Lana commented as she unzipped her midnight black puffer coat. When they got to the middle of the aisle, she stopped and took the coat off. Dax’s blue eyes nearly popped out of his head. Lana was wearing a tighter than tight white turtleneck that showed off her good size assets. Dax swallowed hard. “Is it okay if we sit here?” she asked softly as she turned to him. “Oh, yeah,” Dax mumbled as he was looking at her chest.

I asked, my quill hovering over the parchment as I prepared to mark her status. "She is," Marta nodded, a grim smile touching her thin lips. "She’s thirty now. Works in the repair bays near the stables. She’s the one who fixed the iron runners on the supply sleds last week. She doesn't talk much, Moana. When you’ve spent sixteen years staring into a coal furnace expecting a whip if the fire dies, you lose the habit of conversation." "She won't have to look at the furnace anymore," I murmured, dipping the quill into the black ink and drawing a neat, firm circle around Lana’s name. Survivor. Retain for restitution.

Lana The Moon Goddess just threatened me. Could she truly do that? I wondered. As if she could read thoughts, she tilted her head and spoke. "I can threathen you and I certainly have every power to enforce it. You forget that you are my subject, Lana. So is every other wolf in every packs across the world." “I have not been wasting time,” I argued. “I’ve been trying to figure things out, okay? I’ve been trying to get proof against Diego and Amethyst and—”

Her eyes glowed the same silver as the dreamscape she’d just left. The witches didn’t stand a chance. Lana lunged, tearing through the ring of witches with terrifying precision. Teeth sank into arms before spells could be cast. Claws tore through cloth and flesh. One witch tried to flee—Lana pounced, crushing her against the stone. Another begged for mercy—too late. When the final witch fell, Lana turned, panting heavily, her white fur stained with blood. Mochi lay crouched behind a rock, wide-eyed and untouched.