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Emily felt the man's body that was holding her suddenly become stiff. Wolfgang released her, as if asking her: "Werewolf? Why do you suddenly think that?" Emily scratched her head, her face showing a bit of confusion: "Actually... Well, last night, even though Winston said that I was injured by a wolf, I really felt like I encountered a werewolf! The werewolf was very large and strong, with black fur, but it spoke human language! It told me many strange things, and then even attacked me, but luckily a cat saved me ..."

I licked his hand, which made me almost melt into his actions. "The werewolves are very romantic—they are so warm and good in sex." He winked at her. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped—I was not expecting such an answer from him. "They are so romantic in their sexual lives!" The way words rolled in his eyes almost made my pants wet. He reached out his hand before sliding my hair from my face and interlocking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes in pleasure for a second before sharing a look with him—he was looking while rolling his fingers on my cheek.

“I never touched any of them, my Queen. They may say something different, but I am asking you to please believe in my words just for once. After your departure, I could never fathom touching any woman.” “H-how about my sister? D-did something happen between the two of you?” His steps faltered, and that was enough to know the answer. “Don’t answer my question, Maxxwell.” It was a mistake to bring my sister’s name. I ruined the mood. “I know the answer to that.” “River…I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault. Werewolves are typically sexual beings. And both of you are mates, to begin with. It was natural to have sex.”

She got all she courage she needed before taking my member into her mouth, licking away the cum that had followed it from the used condom. God, I couldn’t control myself when she pushed my member all the way to her throat until it was very much touching the back of her throat and she can get sick from it. I tried to get her out but she strongly attached her lips to the end, sucking it in and giving it a very treatment. Who had ever thought that a werewolf could be this sexy?

Only when I’d hauled Kaelen into an empty corridor did I finally stop, gasping for breath. “Miss Elara, grabbing a man’s hand the moment you meet him might be a bit forward.” That was when I realized I was still holding onto him for dear life. “Sorry! I’m sorry.” I immediately let go. “No harm done.” Kaelen’s lips curved into a small smile. I had to admit, this werewolf was ridiculously good-looking, much more than many Golden Lycans. “I need to tell you something,” I said. “Hm?” “I’m… actually pregnant with another werewolf’s pup!”

Her knees on the bed, her upper body raised, and then he thrust in. "Ahhhh!" Indeed, werewolves — Alphas and Omegas specifically in rut and heat — were like animals. Sex was the only thing they knew, and that they could feel. The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

I am welcome to show my physical strength and how strong of a she-wolf I am. “Well, shall we call it a day?” Cyrus purred in my ears before placing a kiss on my cheeks. I met his lips with a passionate kiss instead. Beta Aric coughed. "Seriously? Are you gonna have sex in front of me?” He crossed his arms and gave his Alpha King and Luna a pout. I chuckled but Cy caught my lips again and he gave his Beta a middle finger. “Well, maybe I should just go and find some hot girl to get laid with.”

The wolf who once prided himself on pristine presentation now seemed entirely neglectful of pack appearances. "Luna," he called, stepping from the shadows between territorial markers. He clutched a bundle of blood-red wolfsbane, a traditional reconciliation offering. "I understand everything now. Though your mating with Dominic is legitimate, you bonded after knowing each other for merely a moon cycle. You cannot possibly love him. You orchestrated this to wound me, didn't you?" He extended the flowers, clearly expecting me to accept them as I always had in the past. I didn't reach for them, but responded with calm detachment.

Like he said it wasn’t his story to tell. “I’m not going to stop you from leaving but I am going to say this. Talk to your gran”. “Why would I need to talk to my gran?”. I asked. “Because Leah, it’s her story to tell”. “What?”. A sigh fell from his lips as he ran a hand over his face. “Your mom wasn’t human sweetheart. She too was a werewolf”. My breath caught in my throat. What? No, she, my gran was human, my gramps was human.