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"Stay here with me." "I'm sorry?" "I'll give you everything more than the Alpha King could give you." "Wait a second." I scoff. "What is wrong with you? I'm the Luna of the Wolves, and I'm mated to the Alpha King, and yet you dared try to take advantage of me just now?" "He's not your real mate, is he?" The King's question made me halt. "How ironic would it sound if your loyal subjects were to hear their leaders aren't real mates?"

I need to dress up and also make sure that Leo is ready. I turned back and headed upstairs. I wonder what sort of clothing I should put on. I need something that would pass a message without being shouting or showy, something that would show at a glance that I am Luna. I had to ask Denise for help as she is good with fashion. As I was heading back, I overheard the workers discussing. “Did you see the banners? Absolutely magnificent.” “I heard the Alpha of the Northern Cliffs is here. Imagine traveling all that way!”

I said, without looking back. “You asked to see me, Alpha.” My beta said, respectfully. “Find me another sex slave.” I said, without looking at him. “Uhm… Alpha, I have a suggestion, but forgive me, it was a ridiculous thought.” He said. Then I turned to him, with curiosity, taking over me. “Only I will decide if it is ridiculous, or not. Now, tell me.” ~ “Be my sex submissive, for one day.” Nisha Avalor was known for how she couldn’t help but have sex with men, and could have sex many times in one day. What interested me was that she knew how to satisfy men, and she herself was the one who wasn’t easily satisfied.

Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

“But I thought it’d make things feel a bit more natural.” Nala’s stomach churned. Somehow, she felt like she was on the backfoot. All her training and years of fighting didn’t prepare her to flirt with someone. Or be flirted with. His unwavering attention heated her skin, but made her uneasy, like a predator was locked onto its prey. “I’m Nala Williams of the Mountain Forest pack.”

She was resilient and in this moment I loved that about her. 'Maybe I like those things too.' she had said and now some part of me was wondering if she meant that or was she just teasing me. My blood roared at the memory. Baby, you have no idea what you got yourself into, I thought, shutting the door behind me. Nala stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing a two piece black lingerie and a half nervous expression. With her doe eyes and innocent features, she resembled a sacrificial virgin awaiting defilement. She looked incredible, standing there in only nothing but lingerie and some high heels. How could I say no to this. She was perfection.

I keep the two worlds separate: my industrious days and my steamy nights. During daylight hours, I’m just Nina Clarke. But starting at midnight and ending at whatever time I can reach before falling asleep, I’m Naughty Nina. She’s my camgirl persona, the sexed-up version of myself I sell every night, and business is booming. Maybe even busting. I need cash, and this is a quick, mostly painless way to get it. Occasionally, I’ll have to deal with an overly friendly or rude customer, but in general, my clients worship me.

' The chat scrolled with anonymous bids, pervs like me drooling digits for closer angles. The stream buffered, then sharpened...a sleek Manhattan apartment, floor-to-ceiling views of the Empire State, but the real view was her. Mid-twenties, yoga-toned, naked from the waist down on a yoga mat, blonde hair in a messy bun. She panted into the camera, phone propped on a tripod. "Okay, guys, contractions are five minutes apart. Bid high if you want me to angle the mirror." Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level.

Mother said, making Dad and Daniel laugh crisply. "Yes, Mother." Nala closed her eyes. Although Nala doesn't believe in things like this, she inevitably makes a plea. The problem is Nala doesn't have a plea, she feels all is enough. So she made a plea that wouldn't have been possible. 'I begged on my birthday. There will be handsome men coming down from the sky like winged angels who will love me, accepting my flaws and strengths sincerely.' Nala smiles with her plea. Then she opened her eyes and blew out the number twenty-shaped candle until thin smoke soared to the ceiling.

People do it with me a lot. "I'm Nalayna. Nyla. And you look familiar but I'm pretty sure we haven't met before." She smiled and damn, she was fine. Like genuinely fine. The kind of fine that lives on your explore page with good lighting and an aesthetic feed and a following of people who just want to look at her face. But she wasn't giving off that energy in person, she was giving off something quieter and more careful and I couldn't figure out why she was nervous.