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Hana replied. “Congratulations, but before you say a word of being stronger than me, so did I,” Sylvia said, releasing her Seductive aura that was more enticing than Hana had ever felt. “Now, get your sexy body in here with me so we can continue.” Hana, like under a spell, walked into the tub and fell into Sylvia’s embrace, giving the woman a passionate kiss.

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

Like the selfless man I've grown to love, he uses his body to shield mine. “MY QUEEEENNN!!!" Sylvans' voice viciously fills my head with displeasure. “Stand down Sylvan, or I'll have no choice but to tell Nova of your naughty dreams,” I titter with amusement. “Now, be a good little Beast and sit back and enjoy the ride.” I hum as I raise his sword and let his bloodthirsty rage guide me to our small victory.

[Sylvia's POV] I was completely at his mercy. My body, untouched and completely inexperienced, had no defense against the overwhelming power of the mate pull. He moved his hand in a slow, agonizing circle. A sharp gasp tore from my lips. My hips jerked up, chasing the friction, chasing the searing heat of his skin. His deep blue eyes darkened into the color of a stormy ocean. He watched my flushed face with a terrifying intensity, tracking every flutter of my eyelashes, every hitch of my breath.

The moon was high and glowing blood-red through the enchanted windows, casting streaks of crimson across Zod’s chamber. The fire had long since dimmed, reduced to glowing embers, but the heat in the room hadn’t lessened. It had only grown stronger. Sandra stirred beneath the sheets, her skin damp with sweat, her limbs aching with both pleasure and need. She thought the first wave had passed. She was wrong. A low growl escaped her throat as the second stage of her heat crept in like poison in her veins. Her body pulsed with hunger again, this time deeper, darker, more consuming than before. It wasn’t just a craving…it was a demand.

The Luna they should have had. Ryker’s chest tightened when he saw me, but his voice carried strong and commanding through the hall, as he held out his hand for me to join him. “Tonight, I claim what should have been claimed long ago.” Murmurs swept through the crowd, but he silenced them with a raised hand. “This is Alora Windsong. Daughter of My beloved Lyra.” His voice hardened, his gaze sweeping over the hall, “and Mine,” as he turned to me, wrapping his arms around me. I tried very hard to hold back the tears.

The cold wind cuts through the trees as I run—faster than I’ve ever run before. My paws dig into the forest floor, claws slicing through roots and debris. The scent of blood, fire, and fear is thick, clinging to every breath like ash. We are no longer hiding. No longer running. We are meeting death at the threshold and daring it to blink first. I am Silvara, born of divinity, forged in the underworld, and chosen by the Moon herself. I am not just Anika’s wolf—I am her wrath, her strength, her divine right.

No, I wasn't, Vulcan thought back, trying to maintain his grip on sanity. But looking at her right now, his logic was disintegrating. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The heat had completely taken over her mind. She wasn’t herself. She was reacting purely on raw, animalistic instinct. Everyone knew that once a she-wolf was triggered into a true Luna heat, her stamina became supernatural. She could take her mate all night and never grow tired. And looking at the way her hips twitched, Vulcan knew he was more than ready to meet that challenge.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

"That felt so hot." Sylvia moaned softly when her best friend's mouth found her hard nipple beneath the covers and started sucking on it. It did indeed feel hot. It felt even hotter a few minutes later when Tanya slid down the bed and started licking her pussy. After Sylvia shuddered through a pair of intense orgasms, Tanya slid back up her friend's body and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "Thanks," Tanya whispered. "I wanted to do that ever since I smelled your wet pussy earlier."