"They are Changelings who have lost their sanity for one reason or another and take to the wild. Our mortal forms tame us, Ismena." He rounded another part of the forest, his arms behind his back as he continued, "Without our mortal form to keep us contained, we will become worst than wild animals. Wild Ones have lost their mortal forms, they only ride on basic instincts.""Basic instincts?" She asked, enthralled."To kill, to fúck, and to hunt. Mostly, to kill." He paused, "Fortunately, they mate with each other during the full moon, so we do not have to worry about mass brutal forced intercourse with our women. But they kill and hunt us. Wild Ones are the most dangerous because their mind is gone. We kill them at sight."There was no change in his demure or his voice, but Ismena felt his pain in that last statement. She has no idea why, but she suddenly had the fierce urge to offer comfort. "I'm sorry." She whispered, sincerely."We have to kill them before they kill more children."
"Aaah," Ismena was starting to understand. "That is your present position right?" He nodded once, leading her through another lane. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the surprised glances and jaw-dropping gazes of his people as they stare at the human walking excitedly beside their Alpha King. "As you can already deduce, it is the highest position in Naturiah, led by the strongest of the strongest. It comes with a lot of responsibilities too." The way she was looking at him in that enthralled, fascinated way forced him to continue. "So, clans kill themselves to be the general leader of all the clans. That was the dominant war. It went on for years and years until other clans either lost the war or they gave up on it because of their innocent blood that has died from the war. It continued until the werewolves and the cougars were remaining. Two strong clans fighting each other for the throne." He took a deep breath, "Ares and Dogota. Ares was the Alpha leader of the cougar cl
The wandering people of Naturiah knew more than to let the surprises on their faces show as they passed their Alphà King with retch covering a portion of his chest, and a limp woman hanging loosely on his arm. Their thoughts are; the Alpha King has killed the female and he is going to deposit her body in the forest for the Wild Ones to make a meal out of it. That is the only explanation for why he will be carrying an unconscious female. Alphose caught up with the Alpha King in front of the gate of his tower and winced inwardly when he saw the situation at hand...and the scowling but resigned face of Wolfariane. Instead of asking the Alpha King why he was summoned, Alphose only walked ahead of him and opened the gates for him to walk through. He did, with the unconscious woman in his arms. The gatekeepers and sentinels on duty bowed their heads to them as they walked towards the entrance of the tower, and walked through it. In his bedroom, he finally laid the girl on his bed. "Tel
As usual, his answer was the same. "I don't want to talk about it." Alphose can still remember the ones the Alpha King had been able to tell him on the night his mother was buried...Some nights he'd howled all night long. Raging. Out of control.On other nights the females scream all night long. The females he was drugged and forced to breed like an animal.The Changeling females are brought out bleeding and half-dead.The human females came out dead. Shredded into pieces.And yet, he did not give those doctors what they want. A child. His child.Alphose shot down the horrible memories and tried to concentrate on the present. "But, something has to be done. Apart from her dying state, you need her too.""You are not healing, Wolfariane, and I can feel the wolf's agitation from here." Even the man's lust for the female. But, he swallowed those words, knowing that the leader will not appreciate it at the moment, "You need her."Turning away from the window, the Alpha King faced him,
Eighteen years ago...🌟UNKNOWN LABORATORY IN AMERICA🌟Dr. Angor was blatantly frustrated. It is in every step he took as he paced in front of the young wolf's cage. The wolf was drugged; in pain, horny and restless. Yet, the rage in its amber eyes cannot be disguised as it growled at them from behind the iron bars.Hector took a step away from the cage in fear, but Dr. Angor paid the cage no heed, "This goddamn animal refused to procreate! It's been a month, dammit!""We have thrown every woman his way, and yet, no results at all." Hector couldn't hide his own frustration. "Our women, he tore to pieces, every last one of them. Yet, number 6 can't get his kind's women pregnant too."Dr. Angor stopped pacing and glared at the cage in question. His eyes connected with the raging pale-yellow eyes of the wolf, "You, number 6, are not giving us what we want! And we are running out of time, damn you!"The wolf straightened, stepped back, and threw itself at the iron bars of the cage, howl
Ismena was lost in the stars. The cool breeze of the night—or is it early morning?—caressed her body so much, she was almost cold. So, she rubbed her bare arms rhythmically, while staring dazedly at the stars in the sky.She knows the exact moment she's no longer alone, because heat flooded her from behind warming its way to her throbbing heart and her lower belly. Only one man can make her feel like this."I hope I didn't wake you? I didn't mean to." She whispered, without turning back.Silence met her words. But only for a few seconds. Then, "No. I woke up long before you did.""Thank you for taking care of me...again. I truly do not mean to be a burden. Sorry for retching on you...." She apologized sincerely. "I have been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember, I'm not usually so accident-prone, or such a trouble magnet too." A small crossed her lips, her eyes glued to the dark sky, "I guess a lot comes from being badly ill. Not just dying."Now that she is stargazing
"Right. And I'm a woman. When you get back to Eline's place, you stay down, until you can return back to your world. You are already dying, you need not put yourself in unnecessary danger. Alphose will get your meds between today and tomorrow." His tone brooked no argument.Why doesn't he want to take her seriously? Ismena had the strong urge to stomp her feet in sheer frustration. Instead, she humphed, turned away from him, and faced the sky again. "Thank you for going through the trouble to get my med for me, even if you have no reason to. I was the one that stole and pawned your precious ring after all," she flushed guiltily, "I wish I'd made another decision then."He didn't say anything to that. Instead, he is trying to rein in his control. Does the woman have any idea that she has gone wet for him?He can practically smell it here, and it is messing with his head. The very scent of her. He gritted his teeth.Ismena squeezed the muscle of her thighs together, in an effort to ease
.In the darkness of the night, outside the third floor of a tall, huge tower, two silhouettes pressed against the wall, kissing each other senselessly.A strong hand left her waist to her hair, he grabbed a fistful of it. Urging it backward and applying pressure at the same time, she had no choice but to snap her head back, which raised her face for him. She practically offered her mouth to him as a sacrificial lamb. His head dived down and he took, like an avenging God. Sucking at her lips and nibbling at the soft flesh of it.Ismena gave herself completely. Her eyes closed, a moan splitting from her lips. Pressing her shaky legs together in an effort to apply pressure at the ache in her womanhood, but her efforts were futile. She groaned in pleasure and frustration."Easy," With his other hand, he reached for her top, only for an irritated growl to emit from his throat as he touched the closed seam material, which reminded him that she has a dress on, instead of an easy blouse. S