Squib Blood Pack の小説・ストーリー

He asked, pointing an accusing finger at his beta. “No, alpha,” Beta answered, his gaze lowered in fear, he hated when alpha Damon got like this, never ends well for anyone. “I thought so.” He snorted, getting up to face the floor. He had to do something, there just had to be a way around it somehow. “What pack did you say she belonged to?” He asked as an idea sparked up in his head. “The mist wood pack.” The beta will answer, his face scrunched up, confused as he tried to understand where alpha Damon's mind was going.

He changed the slide, showing both pack’s emblem. “The Silver Bow Pack specialized in herbal medicine and had been known to provide stable supply, was highly recognized by Alpha Kylian. On the other hand, the Crimson Pack was recommended by your pack’s respectable former Alpha-Alpha Luke.” He said as he bowed to Kylian and Luke to show his respect. Then Dominus flicked his finger and two of his men came in to hand out ballots and pen while the other lifted the cloth covering the ballot box. “Thank you,” he said to those two as they left.

I picked it up and looked at it, not quite impressive but there's more from where that came from. If only he knew I'm actually going easy on him right now. "That's one down, nine more to go." I said and relaxed back. "What is the name of my Pack?" I asked him. "M…M….Moon Blood Pack." He answered, his voice hoarse. "That's correct, now you get a prize." I said and grabbed his index finger, snapping it in a second. He screamed again. "What are you crying about? At least you didn't lose the finger, that's something to be grateful for." I cautioned him.

the doctor instructed gently. I stepped closer. She took hold of my wrist, and with practiced ease, slid a needle beneath my skin. Dark red blood began to fill the syringe. I watched, heart pounding, until it was full. She capped it and set it aside. By the time I looked down again, the prick on my wrist was already healed. She performed the same procedure for each Alpha. Once she had the samples she needed, Doctor Patricia exhaled and retrieved a set of glass dishes, petri dishes, she called them.

Mia worked my cock with her mouth, covering my Johnson with her saliva. She showed Brooke and me how she loved giving sloppy head. My cock dripped with her spit. “Now put it back between her tits and fuck them like you fucked mine,” moaned Mia. One hand went straight to her cunt and the other to Brooke’s cunt. My cock returned to Brooke’s cleavage. The amount of spit that Mia had coated my boner with was amazing and a great lubricant for me to screw Brooke’s tits. Brooke had her fingers crossed as she held her breasts around my pumping cock. “Screw my tits. Force-feed your cock to my meaty tits. I pounded Brooke’s tits like a madman.

"I will empty the fucking trucks." "I can do it, let’s go," I said, yawning. He put me on his shoulder and bolted. "Hey, you two, pick up these boxes; don't touch the metal ones," the man said. I mocked him and lifted a box, lost my balance, and bumped into the metal container; one drawer popped open. Inside were vials. No label. They glinted under the harsh light, cloudy liquid swirling inside. For a second, a faint metallic smell drifted out, sharp enough to make my nose wrinkle. I felt an odd chill as I stared at them, uneasy in a way I couldn't explain. Why would these be stored away so tightly?

I inquired, moving to the side of the entrance, leaning my back against the wall of his antique office. He sighed and rubbed the space between his brows,"There's no doubt. The pack doctors ran some tests on their blood, and it turned out that they got a bit of griffins' blood on them, making their wolves weaker." Griffins. Words on my mind, I replied to him with a nod. "Griffins inject their blood into them? To those rogues? Or like biting them? Or making them drink it? How'd they do it?" "I don't know," he sighs,

"Sniff for yourself. She doesn't smell exactly like wolf, but she's got something in her blood. How else to explain her lack of injuries?" Wyatt wasn't the only one crowding in for a whiff. Jaxon jostled in beside Gavin, who hip-checked him to the side. Stumbling, their youngest pack mate grinned and sidled over to stand beside Parker. Parker didn't bother resisting the urge to taste her aroma again. He leaned in with his pack brothers and let himself enjoy the musky scent that teased him. For a few minutes, silence reigned in the room as they each allowed themselves to filter the bouquet of her scent. The only audible admission that Bailey was more than just any woman appeared in the increa

It wasn't a knife or a gun, but what he did next shocked me. He took out the vial from the car and smeared the liquid onto the cloth. The cloth itself wasn't common; it was heavy linen, stitched with the wolf and moon emblem of the Blood Moon Pack—clearly an heirloom. What was he doing with it? The liquid was a sickly, bright green, and it had a horrible, sharp smell that made me want to pull away and spit. A vial and a piece of cloth? The whole scene made me jump with suspicion.

When you are born in the pack, you belong in the group. But as for Lunaris, the only member who can’t be a wolf, that was hard to believe. Because of her circumstances, she was treated as an outsider by her peers. However, the claims that she can’t shift are wrong. She can, but her form is considered taboo in her pack's lore: A panther, another creature of the dark that was born in the darkest cycle of the moon, is prophesied to be the one to destroy the pack. Lunaris knows that if anyone finds out about her secret that she will die instantly. She wanted to leave her tribe, but there are certain rules that one cannot leave until they are of a certain age. But while she was getting closer