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During the Luna choosing ceremony, Veyra's boyfriend ditches her, breaks their promise and chooses her best friend as his Luna and mate. In an attempt to get back at him, she hatches a plan; seduce his father. What starts as a dirty game of lust turns into love. Is there a chance for this forbidden relationship to bloom to something beautiful?

Water Can Be Thicker Than Blood Sometimes Kraven's POV “Are you deliberately making me angry, Kraven? I let you mess around that girl but now you are clearly losing it! What type of poison did that human use on you to be like this?!”My mother's loud voice filled every corner of my office and made the walls tremble. “You heard what I said, mother. It's a simple fleeting romance between her and I. What's the big deal about it?”I retorted, trying to act nonchalant and never taking my eyes off the book I was reading.

Everything about her screamed of a strength I had not seen before. Crouching down to my height, Mother gripped my chin tightly in her hand. "You shouldn't have willingly come." A small laugh left my lips, shocking her. "Did you think I came alone?" A small frown formed on her face before her head was snapping in the direction of loud growls. Turning her gaze back to me, a dark look crossed her face. Grasping the knife still tightly clasped in my hand, she lifted it—the tip of the blade slicing through my left cheek. Hissing at the burning, a deep and angry growl fell from my lips. Shoving her hard in the chest, a surprised yelp escaped her as she tumbled back.

Caspian screamed at his driver again, frustration and anger clouding his sight, because the car was already at high speed the car was already giving the danger warning due to the rate at which they were speeding. His mum had called him about ten minutes ago and he had immediately fled from the farm, “Fuck me” he cursed himself loudly, he thought staying away from her would help her get better or help her stay calm. But his mother called him to tell him of her state, she was in third-grade heat, the most dangerous and the head chief park doctor couldn’t get her to calm down. What had he done, he activated her heat on their way home but also he made sure to satisfy her sexually so what was the

“My mother just liked the name.” My mother was actually Hispanic but I didn’t feel like I had to indulge in my life history. I am drunk but not loose mouthed. “Oh,” she rolls her tongue in her mouth. I curse lowly, averting my gaze immediately my thoughts start going haywire. I should get off my ass and get out of here.

"It's done. Continue, my beloved. Go for it with all your might. Please, do it for me. As you would with Britny, fuck me. Give me an example of how you would hit her. That angered me. For an instant, I was enthralled by my mother's expression and words, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. My lust intensified, and I felt an overwhelming urge to pound my mother's cunt. I blurted out, "Your big tits," as I wept over my mother's swaying breasts. "Big tits and a wobbly bottom," my mom said, plunging up to meet me on the downstroke. "Fuck me and make my boobs roll." Then I'll settle for a German shepherd. Get behind me, please. Please slap my arse as you hold my hips.

she cried, voice hoarse and desperate. I carried her to the bed and threw her down on her back. Before she could even catch her breath, I grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs wide and back toward her head, and folded her in half. Then I drove back inside, pounding her mercilessly in a deep mating press. The sound was obscene — loud, wet squelching mixed with skin slapping violently. Her tits bounced wildly. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her cheeks as I destroyed her pussy. “Too deep— ahhh! Daddy, it hurts!” she sobbed, but her walls clamped down on me like a vice, gushing fresh wetness.

I hiss in pain and fall to my knees; the ground is hard under me, sending pain rocking up my body, my head automatically leans into her grip in an attempt to lessen the pain. “Where the fuck is my money, you little bitch?” My mother snarls down at me; I should have expected an attack the second I realised she’d managed to get her hands on my paycheque. The money was never hers to begin with but her gin-soaked brain will never see it that way; she just wants the money for more booze. she’s not going to be happy until she's drunk herself into a grave.

It cracked against the floor. “You stupid girl,” he snapped, his voice violent and low. He grabbed both my arms and pushed me against the wall. His face was inches from mine, eyes wild with anger. “Recording my mother? After everything I warned you about? I own you. Those videos can destroy everything you care about.”

There was no warmth in her face only cold hatred. “Mother,” I said again, quickly looking around to make sure no one saw us. “What are you doing here?” “You fool,” she snapped. Her voice was low, but full of poison. “You’re so useless.” She walked toward me slowly, her boots sinking into the hay. “Look what you’ve become,” she hissed, glaring down at me. “A worthless omega. Cleaning stables; smelling like filth. You make me sick.” I opened my mouth to speak, but her hand flew out and slapped me across the face.