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I stared at them confused. "The first part of what you said was probably in your head because there's no way the Lycan King will ever touch someone like you. I told you, he is a walking temptation. You actually got lost in his beauty that you had a little fantasy about him. He probably noticed you that's why he screamed at you". Bessie said after they had returned from their bouts of laughter. I tried telling them what happened but it only threw them into another fit of laughter.

I ran towards him, my heart beating fast, as I held him in my hands, calling out his name, begging him to stay with me. Alex and Nora walked towards me, trying to pull me away from him, but I refused to step back. Soon, the beast started moving, his eyes opening slowly. I smiled and called his name. "Beast, beast, please stay with me," I cried, tears streaming down my face. I could feel the texture of his fur, soft and warm, under my fingers. As I held onto him, I could feel his weak breaths against my face. "I love you," I heard him say, and before I knew what was happening, his eyes closed.

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

He stepped back and Belle stood frozen looking up at him not attempt to cover herself up his eyes devoured her body he leaned forward nuzzling her neck, ‘I want to see you naked’ He nibbled her ear and she shuddered as he came up behind her his arms snaking around her waist pulling her back against him his hands cupping her breasts, ‘Naked and wet begging me to fuck you’ He pressed against her and she whimpered, ‘Not yet little Beauty, no, first I must set my trap and you will be my bait. You see I need you my little Beauty so I can catch me a Beast’

She felt like a much-needed balm to his burning soul. He tore open her dress and began to lick her wound. He had enough scars, he wouldn't let her mate bear even a single one. He licked her cuts and bruises and rejoiced at the sight of them fading into nothing. His mate was so beautiful, so sweet. She was warm and he found himself melting in her touch. The urge to kill and bring down hell on every soul that was not hurting like him had long receded. She had tamed his beast with just a touch.

Perhaps, because she was still flushed after their intense making love. “What is so effective?” She curiously asked. Denver gently held her cheek. Her wound was already healed, and it might be because of her inner wolf – which is jumping for joy right now, if she might add. “Perhaps, you are my cure. The beast within me is tamed if you are by my side.” Denver replied before he planted a soft kiss on her forehead and pulled her towards him for a hug. Shea smiled sweetly at him. And before she knew it, Denver was already planting butterfly kisses into her neck. She bit her lower lip as she tried to stop herself from moaning, but she just couldn’t.

the beauty beamed. "I will be yours forever, mi amor. You are the only one I want. No other woman could compare to you," I declared, the intensity of the moment increasing. I could feel the pressure building up, my orgasm closer. "Don't stop, don't stop," the beauty begged. "I won't, I promise," I assured her, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I groaned as the pressure reached its peak, and I exploded, releasing my seed inside her. The orgasm was intense, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I collapsed onto the bed, wasted.

Beau Fur and muscle, Brianna and Wyatt walked before me, wading through dark water in beast form. Her pale fur, a stark contrast to his russet, as it reflected the light of the moon, she almost glowed. I didn’t know how it happened as we loped through the bayou. Our mate was now something more than we had ever expected. She was fire and brimstone along with pure light and love. She belonged to us and us to her. Her beastly body was a combination of femininity and strength, of monstrous force and grace. She walked beside him, smaller but with so much fluidity, I couldn’t help but be in awe of her. My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys at our back.

I hear Amelia scream in horror, and it's the most devastating thing I've ever heard. Then our bond brightens and she glows. But I know no one else sees this glow. I see the works of the goddess on this world as light just like I can see the mate bonds. And my Amelia looks to be her most brilliant light. She heals her teammates and I see everything moment of it. Then she looks and the beasts, and it hollows in pain. Just what is she doing to it? It doesn't last, as the Elders all run into the arena in their wolf forms and rips the Beast apart.

It was perfect. Baron had this in his mansion? I walked through the garden running my hands through the flowers, feeling the wind on my face and the sun shine brightly on me. I felt alive and free. I sat down and spotted something hopping around. I looked closer and saw that it was a bunny. I gestured for it to come closer and it did. I carried it up and placed it on my lap, gently stroking its soft white fur. It looked like a mythical creature with its big beady eyes and small nose.