Gracefully, I descended the stairs beside my fiancé, Clyde, into the grand ballroom of our family’s magnificent mansion.Around fifty family members and business associates were waiting for us, they had gathered for a cocktail party to celebrate the recent successful acquisition of Mancini Global Estate. After months of hard negotiations, the other party had finally yielded to the Mancini’s influence and accepted their generous offer.Tomorrow, Clyde and I will relocate to the headquarters of this acquisition in Latin America, where we planned to live for several years. We were also excited about getting married there. It was a time of new beginnings.My fiancé held my hand possessively as he looked down at our guests with pride.An astute businessman, Clyde was at the helm of this promising takeover. I had supported him throughout the process as his assistant, yes, my fiancé and I worked together in his office. The expected tension or competition between us never happened, our strong
Delighted, I cuddled up to him and breathed in his scent. His body scent of fresh dew mixed with musk was so addictive. In fact, I had learned this habit from Clyde; every time he saw me, he stuck his face into my neck to inhale my scent.Sometimes he licked that special spot on my neck, igniting a scorching fire that got us straight into bed. The delicious shots his tongue sent down my neck to my triangle didn't stop until I felt my fiancé deep inside me. Clyde was a fantastic lover, not that I had any comparison, but I couldn't imagine anyone else being able to make me feel so completely satisfied.Suddenly, I felt my temperature rising, like I was on fire. This was new; this wasn't the familiar fire I got when Clyde got me so excited that I couldn't think of anything else but him. This was a more significant feeling, ignited from the outside and forcing me to seek it out.No, I wasn't drunk; before I went downstairs with Clyde, I had only had a glass of liqueur, and that could neve
"Mate? What exactly do you mean?" I asked, dazed. "Who are you?"I couldn't take my eyes off his. The man took a few steps and stood close to me. His arm went around my waist and pulled me into his chest."I'm Alpha Abel of the Woodland Pack. And you are my mate and Luna," he answered, still staring at me. "My wolf Hex and I are furious with you. How dare you plan a future with anyone but us? And pups? You know it's impossible."My God, what was this man talking about? Clyde was my fiancé, for God's sake, and there was no one else I wanted to have a future with."Sir, can you explain what you are talking about? I don't know what you're indicating here." And then I felt it again, that captivating energy, but this time it was holding the man who called himself Alpha Abel bound with me. I tried to tear myself away from him, but my limbs wouldn't give way."You are mine! And I have no intention of letting you go!"In the blink of an eye, his lips captured mine, a real firework exploded th
"Ahh, please ... spare me, this is too much ... I can't have any more".Exhausted, I tried to get away from this seemingly insatiable man. We've been having sex for several hours now, I was sure my pussy was torn out. I'm totally spent. Like an animal, he has taken me again and again, in every conceivable way. Not that I minded, on the contrary, I enjoyed it and did my part.But now I had so many orgasms that I could hardly feel my legs under me. And just when I thought he had had enough, the opposite happened. This man was a real beast in bed, taking me in all imaginable positions. After each of his climaxes he would just clean me up and start all over again.And now the Alpha has turned me over on my stomach and lifted my ass.This was probably his favorite position. And then he filled me hard while grabbing my breasts from behind. My quivering walls clung to his pole and once again my pleasure flared up. I started to shake uncontrollably, his body co
The ringing landline on the nightstand jolted me awake. Still groggy, I answered and immediately recognized Clyde's voice on the other end."Baby, did I wake you up? I'm sorry. I ended up staying at the mansion with my brothers because the meeting ran longer than expected. We were all pretty beat up afterwards from such a lengthy discussion and decided to crash on the couch for some rest.""Hey, it's not a big deal, okay? We're heading out today and aren't sure when we'll see them next. The main thing is that you spent quality time with them," I reassured him. "Are you coming home now? Should I send the driver?""No, we're heading to Alessandro's house to collect some more documents. I'm sorry, I won't be able to have lunch with you at home," he said regretfully once more. "The guards will load the remaining suitcases and then take you to the airport. I'll meet you on the jet.""Not a problem. I still have at least four hours, so I'll catch some more sleep and see you later, babe." A
The car sped through the hilly terrain, swiftly carrying us along. The air was distinctly fresher compared to the busy New York as we traveled through expansive stretches of untouched forest. A gentle breeze blew, yet the temperature remained exceedingly high, more than I could tolerate. When we got off the plane earlier, I instantly felt the sun's intense heat on my skin and beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Even though my jumpsuit was made from thin fabric, my shoulders were bare and exposed to the sun. I was not prepared for this, so I didn't pack a hat. Gosh, if only I'd taken the time to research more about this country online! Clyde shared some facts with me but didn’t provide much detail. Luckily, the car's air conditioning was blasting at full power, making our journey to the new home quite tolerable. Occasionally, we passed by pastures where small cattle roamed contentedly in search of food. In some places, farmers were diligently tilling their fields with tractors. N
We drove through a heavily guarded gate into a secluded community.The area was impeccably clean and well-organized, with neatly maintained roadsides and landscaping. But most impressive was the architectural style of the houses. Only millionaires could afford such property, it was plain to see. An average contract worker wouldn't even be able to afford the land in this neighborhood.We pulled into the driveway of a spacious mansion. Although it was smaller than the one in America, it boasted an impressive modern design. The facade promised a cozy atmosphere, and the landscaping was expertly crafted.I gazed around the place in total amazement. "Did you purchase this or is it a rental?" I asked Clyde, who had come to stand beside me."Purchased. But if you don't like it, we can choose a different one or even have our own custom-built. We also have the option to do some renovations here since the location is excellent," he suggested.“No, no, babe. You've got me wrong. This house is in
In the following weeks, I found myself enveloped by the warmth and enthusiasm of Mariam, Sybille, and Natali.Clyde, on the other hand, was deeply immersed in settling into the new business. He had countless meetings with staff, government officials, and attended numerous business luncheons. Together with the management team, he was tirelessly adapting the success formula of the Mancini empire to fit the needs of the local market.Meanwhile, we women were engrossed in planning the wedding.Mariam had flown in ten exquisite dresses from renowned designers in America and France. Each dress was a masterpiece, making it nearly impossible for me to choose which one to wear as I walked down the aisle. We each had a different favorite, which added to the challenge of deciding on the perfect makeup and theme for the reception.Every night, I collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted. Clyde was no different. He often came home late, finding me already in bed. He would snuggle up to me, his hands
Joanna’s Point of View StillI couldn't help but notice that Alpha Maceo constantly cast strange, lingering glances in my direction. He seemed preoccupied, his attention shifting between me and some internal struggle, leaving me unsure of how to interpret his behavior.His granddaughter, Cela’s eyes were filled with a dismissive indifference, I sensed she wasn't genuinely interested in me, her focus elsewhere. No problem, I doubted I would see her again after today. My focus shifted back to my own matters, the urgency of the situation pressing down on me.‘Era, can you hear what’s happening inside?’ I asked my wolf, seeking her insight. ‘Is Alpha Abel already in the room? What’s the mood?’‘Yes to all your questions,’ she replied dryly. ‘Just a little patience, the Alpha seems to be misbehaving, throwing a tantrum. We’ll go in at the right moment, when the tension is at its peak.’‘Okay, I trust you to make a good judgment call. We need to get Clyde’s mark today itself, I can't lose h
Joanna’s Point of ViewThe Palace was eerily quiet when I reached the main floor, its vast corridors echoing with an almost unsettling stillness. I followed the same path I had taken upon my arrival, walking through the labyrinthine hallways and quickly found the main entrance. Looking around, I saw no one, the grand foyer deserted since the Council meeting was still ongoing.I wandered over to one of the parked cars, a nice Maserati, its polished surface gleaming under the soft light. Zane had driven this type of car in Moonlight Seekers, so I was familiar with the controls, the layout of the dashboard and the feel of the leather seats. Everything seemed to be in order, and, just as I had observed Clyde doing when we lived in the penthouse, I found the key tucked beneath the mat.“Yes, just as I thought,” I whispered, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me as I settled into the driver's seat.My large belly barely allowed me to reach the steering wheel, and I had to stretch my ar
Joanna’s Point of ViewThe moment the King and I made eye contact, a wave of unexpected tranquility settled over me.He had entered the conference room with an almost spectral silence, his presence barely registering until his gaze met mine.He had observed my position beside Clyde, a tableau of our strained relationship, and had overheard the tail end of our tense exchange. Though his features were etched with a sternness that could intimidate even the most seasoned Royal, I sensed an undercurrent of something else, something akin to understanding.It was as if he saw beyond the surface, beyond the carefully constructed facade of Royal displeasure. From Mariam, I knew he held me in a regard that bordered on paternal affection, valuing my insights and opinions with an unusual sincerity.An immediate, unspoken connection formed between us, a silent acknowledgment that he was an unexpected ally in this labyrinth of Royal intrigue.Clyde's words, though delivered with a veneer of reason,
As everyone settled at the enormous table in the large conference room, Clyde turned to Jace with an intense look.The Secretary sensed that heavy hours lay ahead, Clyde’s demeanor convinced him that the Palace secrets had been discovered, the truth laid bare. He took a deep breath, knowing that he would have to be very convincing to avoid punishment, to escape the consequences of his actions. Clyde would not spare him if he knew the truth, his loyalty tested and found wanting. His breathing became irregular, and his heart raced uncontrollably, it was a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.“Don’t be afraid, Jace,” Clyde assured him. “Mariam and Walther are on their way. I know you are not the only one involved in the plot to take Joanna away from me. What I want is clarity regarding your motives. I want to know if you conspired with the Alpha or if there were other matters at play.”Jace was not entirely reassured by Clyde’s words, the underlying icy tone too thick to ignore. In desper
The Royal yacht entered the harbor of the Werewolf Kingdom, and a somber mood permeated the air, a stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere that had prevailed before Clyde's unsettling pronouncements.Clyde's statement had greatly dampened the spirits of the group, casting a shadow over their homecoming.When they finally disembarked, they found themselves split into two camps. Zane walked down the gangway alongside Clyde as they entered the pier and as they looked around, they spotted Jace leaning against an SUV with his arms crossed, his posture casual yet alert.When he noticed them, he waved and beckoned the men over.“Hey, man, you were suddenly nowhere to be found,” the Royal Secretary exclaimed with a hint of concern. “Luckily, the King was too busy to ask questions, and I covered for you well. Where have you been? Couldn't you at least let me know you were leaving?”Clyde patted his friend reassuringly on the shoulder. “I went to pick up my wife,” he replied bluntly. “Have the
Absently, Clyde stroked Joanna's round belly before pressing a tender kiss upon it, a gesture of unspoken affection.He gazed deeply into her eyes, searching for answers, but noted the blank expression on her face, a mask of carefully concealed emotions. The family held their breath as the wait for his response became almost unbearable.“I am ready,” Clyde declared mysteriously calm. “As I said before, Joanna is my Queen, the mother of the most significant members of the werewolf community. After the King and I, she stands as the most figure, having custody of the next royal line. She is extremely privileged.A gasp of disbelief rippled through the group, the Crown Prince's words were met with a mix of confusion and disdain. No one expected such a vague, meaningless answer. Clyde seized every opportunity to show his affection toward his wife, yet his words carried an unsettling ambiguity.A menacing growl erupted as two massive Lycan wolves were about to shift, their postures bristlin
Once the relationships between the mates were restored, the atmosphere in the group buzzed with energy once more, a noticeable new harmony fills the air. Laughter and joy replaced the earlier tense mood.The yacht was heading full speed for the Kingdom, where a new challenge lay ahead, a confrontation that could no longer be avoided. Mariam and Jace had to admit what they had done, explain their plans and motives. Only then could the trust within the immediate Royal circle be rebuilt and everyone move on to building a better future. Breakfast was served on the deck, bathed in the warm morning sunlight, with a cheerful, lively atmosphere surrounding them. Each couple shared the stories of their first encounters, playfully teasing one another while enjoying their healthy meal paired with freshly squeezed juice.“How much longer until the Second Crown Prince arrives, Joanna?” Joyce asked at one point, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can't wait to welcome him. Have you all thought a
Alessandro stepped into the hut assigned to him and Joyce.The conversation he dreaded had to take place, a confrontation he knew was unavoidable.He knew he had misbehaved toward her, his actions rash and impulsive. Although it hurt that she treated him with such coldness, he realized he was not prepared to give up the perfect bond they shared. Many years had passed while he impatiently waited for her, never willing to commit to another woman because he was certain he had a fated mate, someone waiting for him somewhere.Still, he couldn’t shake the fierce, accusatory look in Joyce’s eyes from his mind.She had used the few words she overheard to blame him, without even listening to his side of the story, her judgment swift and unforgiving. Carlo and Alira had spoken only briefly, without going into details, yet she was ready to lash out at him.Yet a flash of reason struck him, they had only been mates for a few hours, And they were still in the process of learning how to deal with t
“Carlo, why do you hate me this much? You’ve driven a wedge between me and my mate! And on the very day I met her. Why are you doing this to me?”Alessandro’s voice rose sharply, a manifestation of his fury as he approached his younger brother, who was slumped over the bar with his head cradled in his hands. In front of him sat a glass of whisky, a clear sign that he was trying to drown his anxieties and inner turmoil in alcohol. As Alessandro stood there, towering over Carlo, his younger brother slowly lifted his face to meet his gaze. Only then did Alessandro begin to notice the bloodshot eyes and the unmistakable look of defeat reflected back at him. The sight of Carlo’s pain momentarily eclipsed his own troubles. In a moment of empathy, he reached out, gripping Carlo by the shoulders in a bid to offer some form of comfort.“Hey man, don’t take it so hard,” Alessandro attempted to soothe him, trying to infuse the conversation with a sense of reassurance. “They’re w