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
Ismena sobbed at the pleasure of it while Wolfariane let out a muffled groan to her neck at the intimate feel of her. Even with all those liquids, she squeezed his finger hungrily like her body wanted to keep him there. Unbiddenly, he imagined the way she will feel against his côck if she felt this way on a finger...and almost lost all control. Shit. As quick as the thought came, he shut his head to it. Instead, he concentrated on the soft pleasurable moans leaving her mouth repeatedly as he thrust that finger in and out of her.He pulled his head away from her neck to see her attractive face drugged in pleasure, her head pressed to the wall behind her, her eyes closed. Fúck, she is beautiful.He couldn't resist taking that red, pouty lips into another kiss, and he didn't try. As he ravaged her mouth, he added another finger inside her, swallowing her muffled cries. "Tight." He groaned into her mouth, his own côck weeping to be inside this woman. But he held on. Her channel is too
Ismena woke the next morning feeling physically better than she had in a long time. Until the events of the night before—or is it early morning?—crashed through her."OH MAH GAWD!!" The shout tore from her before her hand automatically slapped at her mouth. Her eyes widened.She'd made out with Wolfariane. Wait, that is NOT a make-out. Whatever it is, it is not a make-out.In the bathroom, as she brushed her teeth, her head wouldn't stop thinking about it. A make-out is never that good. She can call it oral séx—which it is—but oral séx is never that good either. Hell, séx as a whole is NEVER that good.Unbiddenly, she remembered what he told her the day before about mates under the full moon. "It's séx, but more." He'd said.What did he do to me?Naked, Ismena faced the bathroom wall mirror, her cheeks as red as tomato sauce. And even got redder when she noticed his dried semen on her belly and thigh. A reminder of the wild night she had on the balcony, in his arms.How did that hap
The round table holds six elegant, elaborated chairs occupied by five council members and the special throne-chair occupied by the Alpha King, with six extra elaborated chairs behind the first six chairs for other council members. All of them were staring at Adanel."I think Head Sentinel Adanel is right. It is time to extend the search to wilder ranges." That is from Alpha Rodarh.The others nodded their agreement. Then, they all looked to their Alpha King for his guidance and last decision.Finally, Wolfariane straightened on his chair slowly but lethally and nodded his head too. "Yes. He is right. I have been thinking about it for a while. Just because most of his killings are happening in the heart of Naturiah does not mean we have to base our searches only on the mountain lion Clan and werewolf Clan."The others nodded their heads too. "I will have the Sentinels in charge of the hunt for the Wild Psycho extend their search to more clans and even across the borders. This cannot c