Dorian Grimaldi. I eagerly shed my clothes, my wolf agitated and impatient to join Eden in the bathtub. My muscles rippled with tension as I stepped closer to the edge of the tub, unable to resist the magnetic pull of the naked beauty before me.I couldn't help but drink in the sight of her, her wet hair plastered to her neck and shoulders, the towel wrapped tightly around her body but still revealing tantalizing glimpses of her curves. My heart pounded in my chest, my wolf urging me to claim her as my own.As I lowered myself into the tub, the icy water enveloping my body, I felt a shiver of desire run through me. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and I knew that my own was impossible to hide."Come on," my wolf growled, unable to contain his need any longer. "Let me in there with you. I promise to be gentle."Eden's eyes widened at the intensity of my gaze, but she didn't object as I slid into the water beside her. The heat of her body pressed against mine, and I felt a
Eden Monroe. As Dorian's teeth sank into my skin, I let out a muffled cry of pain, feeling a sharp, searing sensation coursing through my veins. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire, and I could feel my skin being torn apart under his powerful jaws.Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to endure the agony, my body writhing beneath his unyielding grip. It was a pain unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I couldn't help but let out another whimper as I felt him draw blood."Shh, it's okay, it'll be over soon," Dorian murmured in a soothing tone, his voice barely audible over the sound of my own rapid heartbeat. But his words did little to quell the agony, and I could feel myself slipping into a dizzying haze of pain and despair.The pain was unrelenting, overwhelming, and all-consuming. It felt as if I was being ripped apart from the inside out, as if every fiber of my being was being torn apart. It was a primal, instinctual pain, the kind that could only b
Dorian Grimaldi. I growled as her warm pussy enveloped my cock. I could see the pain on her face as this was a new position for her. I was proud to say that my cock was long and the girth was big enough to make any lady crumble before me.I didn't like the pain etched on Eden's face and so I didn't move for a while. My wolf wanted to claw out, take control of her, but I remained in control. "Are you okay?" I asked, holding her waist to prevent her from moving. She clenched my dick in response and I tried my possible best not to slam into her, "Stop it Eden, you won't like what I am going to do. All I asked was, are you okay?" "You're too big, Dorian." She said, sitting up before going back down on me. I was shocked by her audacity and when she started rolling her hips on mine. "Are you sure you want to play this game with me?"I asked herShe nodded her head and went down on me. I always thought eye contact during sex was going to be something awkward. But with me and Eden, it wa
Eden Monroe. Dorian had woken me up very early, in the hours of the morning. I remembered stirring in my sleep as Dorian gently shook my shoulder. His handsome face was a blur as I tried to open my sleepy eyes, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed at being woken up so early after the events that happened between us yesterday. But as he spoke, the urgency in his voice woke me up faster than any amount of caffeine could."Eden, we have to leave for North Creekville as soon as possible," he said, his tone serious. "Something has come up and I need to be there for my pack."My heart sank at the thought of leaving the cozy cottage we had stayed in for the past month. It was the first place in a long time that had ever felt like home to me, and now we had to leave so abruptly. But I knew how important Dorian's responsibilities as a leader were, so I pushed aside my own feelings and nodded in agreement."Okay, I'll start packing," I said, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Dorian Grimaldi. As I stepped out of my car, the cool evening breeze caressed my face and rustled my hair. I could see Gustavo approaching with a hostile look in his eyes. He was my beta, but he seemed to have forgotten his place. The surrounding crowd was staring at us, their curious eyes fixed on our every move.As I made my way to the other side of the car, I could feel the tension building up inside me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. And then, there she was. Eden. Her eyes were wide with fear, but I could sense a glimmer of hope in them. I took her hand in mine and squeezed it reassuringly. She smiled back at me, and I knew that everything was going to be alright.Gustavo stepped forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, look who's here. The great Dorian Grimaldi. And who do we have here? His new plaything?"I could feel my blood boiling, but I tried to keep my cool. "Watch your tongue, Gustavo. You know better than to disrespect me in front of others."Gust
Dorian Grimaldi. As I pushed open the door to my dimly lit room, the familiar sight of Eden lying peacefully on the bed greeted me. The soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm and comforting aura. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow in loose tendrils, framing her delicate features like a halo. The gentle rise and fall of her chest indicated she was deep in sleep, breathing in rhythmic patterns.But as I moved closer to her, a frown creased my brow as I noticed her face scrunched up in pain. My heart skipped a beat, and my steps quickened as I reached out to gently touch her forehead, which felt feverish to the touch. Concern etched across my face as I tried to rouse her from her restless slumber.I noticed Eden's hands were gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Eden, what's wrong?" I asked, the worry evident in my voice.She turned her head towards me, her eyes squinting from the pain. "It's my stomach," she groaned, "it's been
Eden Monroe.I opened my eyes, and my head was throbbing, making it difficult for me to concentrate. I looked around the room, but there was no one in sight. With a groan, I got down from the bed, my feet barely able to hold my weight. Slowly but surely, I made my way towards the window side of the room, my eyes squinting in the bright sunlight.As I made my way to the window, the breathtaking sight before me took my breath away. The view of the pack was beyond magnificent. The lush green forest extended as far as my eyes could see, and the sun shone down on the pack, casting a warm golden glow over the entire area. The pack was a bustling hive of activity. I watched as the people moved about, tending to their daily tasks. Some were training in the yard, their muscles rippling with each movement as they perfected their techniques. Others were tending to the gardens, their gentle hands carefully tending to the vibrant flowers and plants.As I gazed out the window, I couldn't help but f
Dorian Grimaldi. I gestured towards the plate of pancakes on the counter. "I told you to feed her properly, and this is what you give her? Pancakes?!"Olivia looked taken aback, but Sarah just shrugged. "It's not my fault she's not one of us," she said coolly.I was livid, mad at her utter disregard to me, as I was about to step forward. . . Eden put a hand on my arm. "It's fine," she said, trying to keep me from losing it, "I'm not that hungry anyway." She added, trying to pacify me. I turned to face her, my eyes softening a little, "No, it's not fine," I said, my voice gentler now. "You deserve to be treated with respect, and that includes being fed properly. I'll make sure it never happens again."She smiled weakly at me, loss of words. I turned back to face both Sarah and Olivia, "Listen to me, this is the last time in your dreaded life that you will ever speak to me like that again or else. . . You know what I am going to do to you." I said to them, my eyes were more on Sarah
Dorian Grimaldi.A restless week had crawled by, weighed down by the anguish and fear that clutched my heart. The memory of Eden's abduction by the hunters haunted my every waking moment, fueling my relentless determination to bring her back unharmed. The pain of her absence gnawed at me, making each passing second feel like an eternity. But now, against all odds, we had reached an agreement—a fragile truce born from Eden's courageous negotiations.As the Alpha King, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon my shoulders. The safety of our pack rested on the delicate threads of this newfound alliance. The hunters, once our sworn enemies, were now our reluctant allies, bound by a shared understanding of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.Within the pack, whispers echoed through the corridors of our territory, carrying the news of the agreement that Eden had orchestrated. Some greeted the news with hope, their weary hearts yearning for peace and a chance to rebuild what had
Eden Monroe. I glanced around, taking in the furious expressions etched on the faces of the people gathered in the forest, with Dorian standing out as the embodiment of imminent chaos. His intense gaze scanned my body, searching for any signs of injury or harm inflicted upon me."Don't worry, Dorian. I'm alright. They didn't lay a finger on me," I reassured him, my voice steady despite the tumultuous atmosphere."How can I be sure they won't hurt you?" Dorian erupted with anger, his voice booming through the forest, carrying his concerns on the wind.My heart skipped a beat as I felt the waves of his emotions crashing against me. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, wanting to calm the tempest brewing within him. "Dorian, I understand your fear, but you have to trust me. They won't harm me."His eyes blazed with a fiery mix of concern and rage, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look at them, Eden! They're like a pack of fools, hungry for blood!""Hey! Who are you calling fool
Dorian Grimaldi. After what seemed like forever, I finally had the crown on my head and became the new Alpha King. The people bowed down to show respect, and they all shouted, "Long live the king" together.Yet, a disquieting restlessness stirred within the depths of my being, an unsettling void that gnawed at my insides. My wolf, an instinctual creature of the wild, sensed an absence, a void in our shared bond, and it troubled me deeply.Searching the sea of faces, my eyes yearned for the presence of the one person who was meant to stand beside me on this momentous occasion. But she was nowhere to be found, like a fleeting dream that evaporates with the first rays of dawn. Where could she be? What could have caused her to be absent during this pivotal juncture?I looked around, hoping to see my Eden standing beside me on the stage, but she was nowhere to be found. My wolf felt restless, and I couldn't understand what was happening.I saw Gustavo standing with his mate, Ben, but my m
Eden Monroe.I hurriedly made my way towards Ben, who stood at the front, my mind still plagued by unsettling thoughts. "Hey, Ben," I called out, desperately seeking his attention."Yeah, Queen. What's up?" he responded, addressing me by the new title that would soon be bestowed upon me."Funny. I need to talk to you," I replied, urgency lacing every word, my tone betraying my inner turmoil."Are you okay? Cold feet? You don't want to be queen?" Ben inquired, his eyes filled with concern."No, it's not that... Ugh, just please, be serious for once. This is really important," I pleaded, my voice tinged with frustration.Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Ben guided me to a secluded corridor in the bustling hall. "Alright, now tell me, what's the problem?" he asked, his voice lowering as if to match the intensity of the situation.Taking a deep breath, I relayed to him everything I had overheard from the conversation of those I accidentally eavesdropped on."Wait, did you just sa
Dorian Grimaldi.The night had descended, casting an eerie ambiance over the grand mansion. The air was thick with anticipation, but the atmosphere felt different from the previous ball. Instead of joyous faces, I was met with stern expressions as guests made their way through the ornate entrance.Taking my place at the entrance, I stood tall, flanked by Ben, my trusted companion. Adorned in a gown fit for a queen, my dress for the coronation exuded elegance and regality.The fabric, a shimmering midnight blue, flowed gracefully around me, cascading in gentle waves. Its ethereal quality captured the moonlight, creating an enchanting display as I moved. The gown hugged my frame, accentuating my curves while allowing for ease of movement.Intricate silver embroidery adorned the bodice, tracing delicate patterns. Each stitch was meticulously crafted, adding a touch of celestial beauty to the ensemble. The neckline, adorned with a scattering of opalescent beads, caught the light, creating
Dorian Grimaldi.The day of my placement as Alpha king had finally arrived, and the atmosphere in the pack house crackled with anticipation. The halls were teeming with werewolves, their energy palpable as they hurriedly prepared for the momentous coronation. I could sense the eyes of my pack members upon me, their expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders.Lost in my thoughts, I stood in the midst of the bustling crowd when Gustavo, my steadfast beta, approached me with a grave expression. He handed me a letter, and as I perused its contents, my initial disbelief gave way to a steely resolve. The Mendalv clan, our once dependable allies, had chosen to sever their ties with the werewolf community, leaving us vulnerable and without a safety net.I read through the details of the letter, my face a mask of indifference, though inside, a storm brewed. Gustavo's voice held a tinge of urgency as he stressed the gravity of the situation, emphasizing the absence of a backup plan should th
EDEN MONROEAs my eyes slowly fluttered open, the warm rays of the sun caressed my face, nudging me from the realm of dreams into the waking world. Instinctively, I turned to shield myself from the intrusive light, only to find myself mere inches away from Dorian, whose eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. The sight of him, wide awake and undeniably handsome, sent a jolt of surprise coursing through my veins."Oh, you're awake now?" I muttered, my voice laced with a mix of grogginess and playful annoyance.Dorian's lips curled into a knowing smile, his voice filled with teasing amusement. "I never slept, you see. Someone kept me up all night," he replied, his tone dripping with playful insinuation.A blush erupted across my cheeks, the heat spreading like wildfire down my neck and into the depths of my being. Caught off guard by his remark, I stammered, "I-I... well, that's not... I mean… I did not."Dorian's laughter rumbled in his chest, a deep, melodious sound that washed over me
Dorian Grimaldi.The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.As I neared my hidden sanctuary, a sense of anticipation mingled with the primal instincts that guided my every move. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the impending encounter that awaited me. And then, like a whisper in the wind, I heard voices—two distinct voices—tantalizingly close.With the grace of a predator stalking its prey, I slowed my pace, a silent predator navigating the shadowed realm of the forest. My keen senses heightened, I cautiously approached
Dorian Grimaldi. As I strolled down the dimly lit corridor, the weight of the earlier confrontation with my mother still lingered in the air, gnawing at my insides. The atmosphere seemed to mirror my unease, with shadows dancing ominously along the walls, creating an eerie backdrop to my troubled thoughts.Just as despair threatened to consume me entirely, a flicker of movement caught my attention. My eyes darted to the end of the hallway, where Ben and Jasmine were engaged in a frantic dash. Their figures glided effortlessly through the gloom, their silhouettes radiating a sense of urgency that piqued my curiosity.Desperate to intercept them before they disappeared from sight, I called out to them, my voice laced with a mix of concern and longing. "Ben! Jasmine!" I yelled, my words floating through the air like a whispered plea, hoping to halt their hasty retreat. Yet, the echoes of my voice seemed swallowed by the ominous silence that enveloped the corridor.Undeterred, I quickene