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“Now.” But he already knew no search would be fast enough. He had seen enough. He would go himself. Even if it meant breaking every law of the Moon Goddess. Even if it meant war between worlds. Klaus raised his hand and activated a second forbidden mark. A portal ritual. The air split open in front of him. Silver lightning tore through space. Behind him, Zane Wolfe appeared, alarmed. “Klaus, don’t—” But Klaus stepped forward anyway. “I found her.” And then he disappeared into the human world.

“You deserve love, Azel. I believe the Moon Goddess has someone for you." She smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Maybe. Maybe not." The door swung open. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The atmosphere changed instantly, his unmistakable scent of caramel reached me before his voice did. "Kayla?" He sounded... worried. "I’ve been looking for you everywhere." I turned, meeting Klaus’ eyes as he stood in the doorway, his brows drawn together in concern. His gaze flickered from me to the kitchen around us, clearly displeased.

Her last sentence met his eyes, and Klaus felt his jaw harden immediately. He leered down at her and felt his fists roll into tight balls behind his back. He dreaded this question so much, because there was no way he could begin to tell her all about his demonic background, and how his father was the ruler of the underworld. He… "They're all dead. I do not keep pictures around because I do not enjoy the memories." He bit back, cutting through his own thoughts and replying her harshly. Her curiosity and nervousness soon dissolved into pity and concern, and her eyes softened and her lips shook as she looked at him.

I looked at Klaus again and he had this irritated look on his face then he shouted out: “Come out, you witch” That was when I heard faint footsteps and then saw the little child come out. “Do you see that?” I nudged Klaus and he turned to where I was pointing. It was a boy about 4 or 5 years old with black hair and eyes like fire. He ushered us to keep silent with a small smile on his face and then he walked towards us.

Like, chandelier-so-big-it-has-its-own-zip-code massive. We walked into a long, luxurious dining hall, and there he was—Klaus, lounging like he owned the air we breathed. Which, let’s be real, he probably believed he did. But beside him… Oh. Oh, hello. Who the hell is that?! Another ridiculously handsome man was seated next to Klaus, and for a second, I thought maybe someone had duplicated the “hot Mikaelson” template and forgot to turn the difficulty settings down. This guy looked just as powerful. Just as timeless.

My clit twitched as though waving at Klaus seeking his attention. We had already done it two times and he looked as if he was just getting started and my body hadn't had enough yet. I could never get enough of this sex god. Klaus looked like a lustful celestial being that intentionally descended from the celestial realm just to fuck me. His soft black hair slightly sticking to his forehead from all the sweating, he looked like a Greek god reincarnate. My eyes wandered to the bite mark he left on his shoulder and my chest tightened hurting for him. It was incredibly helpful at

I know we werewolves are very comfortable with nudity, but this son of mine is a true exhibitionist. - Klaus. - I shouted at him and saw him flinch. - I didn't do anything, Mom. Let me go to my room, please. I tilted my head and looked at him. Something was wrong with that picture. Klaus looked sad, as if his toy had been stolen, and his eyes were red as if he had been crying. I watched him go up the stairs and didn't say anything more to him. I knock on my mate's door and he shouts “come in love”. He always knows when it's me knocking.

Klaus said. She Snapped her finger and his buttons open up. On his chest was a dip cut emitting black smoke. "Does this look fine to you Klaus?". She shouted. "Maybe you should take permission before taking off my clothes". Klaus said. "You're stubborn Klaus". She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the building. "Now you're trying to rape me I guess". He asked. "Keep quiet Klaus, whatever they cut you with is laced with dark magic which would consume your soul if we let it spread". Diana said.

Klaus opened the door to his room. It was definitely a larger room, it had a huge picture window and balcony, with long curtains going to the ceiling, wide open, just like in the guest room, there were no pictures anywhere, but it was obviously a male room. , the King size bed was made, covered with blue silk sheets, behind it, the wall was dark wood, with a couple of inlaid shelves, full of books and a couple of ornaments, the night lamp fell elegantly from the ceiling, the nightstands were black wood, a soft looking rug protruded from the inside of the bed, a couple of artworks adorned one of the walls, a small sofa and a coffee table, Anika raised her eyebrows as she looked around. The ma

I was in a coffee shop with Klaus and Lea as I frowned every time I saw human couples walk by. My eyes went to my phone but still no text nor call from Elijah. “Isn’t Michael cute?” Klaus showed me a picture of his son wearing matching pajamas as him. “He has your eyes.” I commented as Klaus smiled. I drank my coffee as Lea elbowed me. “We brought you here to feel better. He said he needs time, give him time.” Lea said as I sighed.