Therapy After Dark Novels & Stories

Freaking heal. I felt a light click in me. It was strange, like I had just opened a door I didn't know I had inside of myself. Two things happened all at once. One, a bright light emitted from my hands and began to heal Topher before me. Two, a dark shadow crawled out of the damn ceiling, like a fu.cking a horror movie, and dropped over me. My skin absorbed it like I was a sponge, soaking up a spill. 'What the fu.ck shade?'

Either way, I was lost. Then I felt it. A spark of light in the endless dark. My wolf, Thalia, howling defiance. And with her, the echo of my twin bond with Theo. The mate bond with Xavier, damaged but not destroyed. I wasn't alone in this darkness. I grabbed onto those connections, those lifelines, and pulled myself back from the edge. The dark magic settled, no longer fighting me. It was mine now, contained within me, a terrible weapon I could wield but might also destroy me.

My wolf howled, sensing the sheer magnitude of the darkness. I opened my eyes. Theodore reached for my hand, his golden energy merging with mine. “Together, Kiara. We end this together!” I nodded, summoning everything ancestral power, wolf instincts, and Blood Heir essence. The silver light around me flared, forming a massive aura that pushed back the darkness. For a moment, the ancient threat staggered. Its molten eyes widened recognition flashed across them. “You… Blood Heir…” the darkness growled, voice shaking the cavern. “…will not control me.”

My pussy was dripping, aching for a taste of what I knew would be the best dick of my life. I tossed and turned, my fingers finding their way between my legs again and again. Each orgasm was hollow, leaving me wanting more. "Fuck this," I muttered at 3 AM, grabbing my phone. I found his profile on the hospital directory Dr. Brian Anderson, world-renowned cardiologist my ass. More like world-renowned for making nurses wet their panties.

“We've seen this before. Normal medicine cannot cure what was crafted in the shadows.” Seen? The elders in blackthorn didn't even know about Zerathos, how come nightshade does? “I know Ashville helped. But that won't last long” Arlene continued. She seemed to know everything., “Then do you know how to cure it?” I asked, voice laced with urgency.” Her gaze softened. “Yes. There is a cure but it isn't easily made.” “What do you need?” I asked. “I'll tell you. But before I get to that, there's a piece of information you haven't uncovered yet but I'll tell you about it.” She said.

A beacon of light illuminated the path ahead. "With Elara's guidance," River thought, "we can heal Thane." River's visions intensified, revealing the intricate web of Thane's spell. Dark threads of energy entwined his life force, suffocating the radiant light within. She saw the spell's root: a fragmented soul, shattered yet resilient. The Luminari healing secrets resonated within her, guiding her toward a solution. Resonating frequencies, pack energy, and amplifying the cure – the treatment's blueprint unfolded in her mind.

--- Moments later, the session ended and we finally began filing out of the hall. A prickle crawled along my skin. Someone was watching me. I lifted my gaze and locked eyes with Theron. My breath caught in my throat. He didn't look away. I shifted awkwardly, my feet fidgeting beneath me, unsure of what to do under the weight of his intense, unreadable stare. Was this about the Hunts Squad? Had he already found out I was planning to join as a healer? Was that why he looked like he wanted to skin someone alive?

Thorne: "Special Client Engagement Team, Inquire for details. Higher compensation." My stomach churned. "Special Client Engagement." That sounded like a whole new level of risk, a deeper dive into the murky world of the club, probably requiring more than just charming smiles and dancing on stage. It felt like stepping into another dark, dangerous part of the club, one just as treacherous, if not more so, as Caden’s arrangement. But the image of that hospital bill, of Mom's tired face, flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes, picturing Jasper's bright smile, Mom's gentle eyes. This was for them.

"We're not letting you go." They carried her through the barrier, moving as fast as they could despite the weight of her limp body. The light pulsed around them—weaker than before, but stabilizing, the ancient magic slowly rebuilding itself. The wound was closing, the corruption retreating, the darkness receding. Aurora's light still blazed, but it was fading now, becoming part of the barrier, becoming part of something greater than herself. "Faster," Theron said, his silver eyes scanning the darkness around them.

He leans in closer, his breath reeking of high-proof grain spirits and stale smoke from the pack taverns. Suppressing the urge to shove his face into the wall, I grab his thick arm and drag his heavy weight into his bedroom. My plus-size human body strains against his solid wolf frame, but I push through the burn in my muscles. "Hold on. I’ll get you some water," I say, dumping his unceremonious body onto the mattress. When I return a minute later with a glass of dark-tinted herbal liquid, Thatcher has rolled off the mattress and is sprawled face-down on the rug, muttering nonsense about pack territory borders.