Vivian’s POVHis mouth covered mine, silencing any further protests. His finger finally found my slick heat, softly circling my moist clit. The teasing motions sent waves of pleasure through me, my hips moving in time, coaxing him to go faster. But he maintained his maddeningly slow pace, his eyes fixed on my face.“Goddess, you are so beautiful when you’re desperate. Do you know that?”I could only shake my head; no words were possible at that moment. His words tore through my brain, making my chest flush with renewed heat.His finger slipped down past my clit and entered me, opening my pussy for the first time. The flat of his palm grazed my clit with each slide in and out.His gentle hand strokes teased my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through me until I was shaking, clawing at the hard surface with my perfectly manicured nails.The sensation was so intense, I wasn’t sure I could take much more. He continued to tease me slowly, urging my desire forward and pushing me closer to t
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COBY’S POVI sat on the couch, the flickering TV casting faint light across the darkened room. The sounds of distant voices and canned laughter barely registered; my focus was elsewhere, tangled in a spiral of unease.Vivian hadn’t answered a single call or text all day. The usual excuses ran through my mind: busy, phone on silent, lost in conversation. But as the hours dragged on, those explanations felt increasingly hollow. An ache spread through my chest, its weight growing unbearable.Then, the front door creaked open. Relief surged through me, followed swiftly by apprehension. My eyes darted to the entryway. Vivian stepped in, her high heels clicking softly against the hardwood.Her sleek, form-fitting dress shimmered faintly in the dim light, but her stiff posture and hesitant movements were impossible to miss. She carried herself like someone shielding a fragile secret.“Hey,” she said, her voice strained, the smile she wore thin and brittle. She dropped her keys onto the consol
COBY’S POVA sudden wave of suffocation clawed at my chest. I couldn’t breathe—I couldn’t stay there a second longer. The thought of Vivian lying to me, the idea of her with someone else, twisted my stomach into knots.“I need to go,” I said, my voice trembling as I pushed away from her. My hands shook, my movements clumsy as I made for the door.“Coby, wait!” Vivian’s voice cracked, raw and urgent. She scrambled after me, her footsteps light but frantic. “What’s wrong? Please, talk to me!”I stopped but didn’t turn. I couldn’t. The sight of her—her big, pleading eyes, her lips forming questions I wasn’t ready to answer—would shatter what little resolve I had left.“I just need air,” I muttered, each word clipped and hollow. My hand gripped the doorknob, knuckles white from the strain.“Coby...” Her voice dropped to a whisper, so soft it almost didn’t reach me. There was hurt in it—a raw, unspoken plea—but I shoved the door open and stepped into the night.The cool air hit me like a s
Lily’s POVThe couch creaked as I shifted closer to Andrew, letting his warmth seep into me. The faint scent of cedarwood and the lingering traces of vanilla from the nursery filled the air—a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed until now.The day had been long, filled with squealing pups and the cheerful chaos of caretakers, but here, wrapped in the solace of his presence, it all melted away.Andrew reached for the popcorn bowl, his smile boyish and inviting. “Alright,” he began, a mischievous spark lighting his eyes, “picture this: Crimson Pack’s summer festival. Fifteen-year-old me, convinced I’m the next big thing. The bonfire’s blazing, music’s loud, and there she is—the most beautiful girl, Hannah herself.”I smirked, tucking my feet beneath me. “Luna Hannah? Please don’t tell me you tried to flirt with her.”He chuckled, his cheeks flushing faintly. “Tried? Lily, I gave it my best shot. Except… well, ‘best’ might be generous. I walked up to her, heart pounding like I’d just run a
LILY’S POVFeeling overly conscious of myself, I tried to cover my body with the sheet, but his hands stopped me midway.“Lily, don’t. Please, I want to see all of you.”I nodded, letting go of the sheet. I watched with bated breath as Andrew crawled into bed before me.“So pretty,” he mused. Using both hands, he parted my legs and leaned forward to run his tongue across my folds, as if I were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.I had never heard so many sounds escape my lips before, but there was something about the combination of his licking and sucking that brought almost unbearable pleasure. I alternated between begging him to stop and pleading for him not to.Andrew slipped a finger inside me effortlessly—I was so wet. But that wasn’t what I wanted. Unraveling my legs from around him, I used his ears to pull him up my body.He was left in only his boxers, and I only had my bra on. I was thankful there weren’t unnecessary barriers between us. That made it much easier and quicke
LILY’S POVAndrew’s arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket, his skin radiating heat against mine. I rested my cheek on his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat drummed softly beneath my ear. It was faster than usual, but so was mine—as if our hearts had found their own secret dance.I tilted my head, catching his gaze. His deep brown eyes held an unspoken tenderness, the kind that made my chest ache in the best way. He smiled—a smile so genuine it seemed to brighten even the dim light around us.“What’s on your mind?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear his answer or just bask in the silence between us.Andrew chuckled, the sound a low vibration against my skin. “I was just thinking…” He paused, his lips quirking as though holding back something important.“Thinking what?” I pressed, raising an eyebrow.He shifted slightly, pulling me closer. “That I don’t know what I did to deserve this—to deserve you,” he admitted, his voice sof
LILY’S POVI began a rhythm, thrusting down hard on his cock, grinding my hips and finding the exact spot that made me whimper with pleasure. I was already on the verge of coming—the intensity too overwhelming to hold back for another second.He groaned with me as my walls clamped down around him and effortlessly flipped us over as I writhed in ecstasy, my climax exploding as I squeezed him tight inside me.“You have such a sweet pussy,” he whispered, his voice a mix of desire and reverence, continuing to thrust into me as I descended from the peak of my orgasm.His movements were everything I needed—long, hard, and unrelenting. His thick cock caressed my walls, igniting embers of passion that flared with each thrust. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, dominating my senses and leaving me barely able to contain my moans.As Andrew’s thrusts drove me wild, I felt another climax building within me, more intense than the last. I couldn’t believe it—I had never come so m
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XAVIER’S POVThe pack house buzzed with restless energy. Everywhere I turned, someone was hovering—bringing me water, adjusting the blankets around me, their eyes flickering with unspoken fear.I forced a smile, waving them off. "Come on, kids. It’s nothing serious," I insisted, my voice rougher than I intended. "I just need rest."But Hannah—Gods, Hannah—she saw right through me.Her fingers trembled as she brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her deep blue eyes searching mine like she could pry the truth straight from my soul. "Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I’m fine, love." The lie tasted bitter in my mouth.She didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. Within minutes, the pack doctor was summoned, his weathered hands pressing, prodding, listening. But when he stepped back, his frown only deepened. "Nothing’s physically wrong with the Alpha," he admitted, confusion lacing his words.The moment the door clicked shut
XAVIER’S POVThree more years.Had it really been three more years since that day? Time slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, each moment fleeting, each memory a fragile thing. The morning air was crisp as I stretched, feeling the tension in my muscles ease.Today was a special day—one of those rare moments I got to spend alone with my little girl. While Jackson and Liam trained with the warriors, I had promised Laila a run through the woods.The shift came like a second breath—bones cracking, muscles reshaping, fur erupting across my skin. My Lycan form towered over her, massive and powerful, but to Laila? I was just her ride. Though she was already twelve years old, she was still my little girl as her small hands gripped my fur.“Ready, Daddy?” she chirped, fingers twitching at her sides like she could barely contain herself.I smirked, rolling my shoulders. “Hold on tight.” As soon as I felt she was secure, I took off, sprinting through the dense forest. Her laughter rang
Hannah’s POVSix Years LaterTime had woven its quiet magic around us, stitching the years together with laughter, love, and the steady rhythm of our growing family. Jackson, now twelve, carried himself with the quiet confidence of a young Alpha in training—taking after Xavier.Liam, at six, was quieter, thoughtful, and always observing, but he had the strength and resolve of his father too. He took everything seriously, from his training to his studies. Laila, on the other hand, was full of boundless energy.She was fierce, confident, and determined, much like Xavier and Jackson. Despite my gentle protests that training was for boys, she never listened."Mom, I can do anything Jackson and Liam can do!" she would say, hands on her hips, her bright eyes glowing with determination.I sighed, trying once more to reason with her. "Sweetheart, training is tough. It's dangerous and—""I don't care!" she interrupted, shaking her head. "I want to be strong like Daddy and my brothers. Just watc
HANNAH’S POVOne Year LaterThe twins’ first birthday had arrived in a whirlwind of laughter, tiny hands grabbing at everything, and sleepless nights that somehow still left my heart full. A whole year—twelve months of first smiles, first steps, first words. A year of watching Laila and Liam grow, their personalities blooming like wildflowers, bright and unstoppable.The house was alive with celebration today, every corner bursting with color. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling, streamers fluttered in the breeze from the open windows, and the scent of vanilla frosting from the cake mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of pack members gathered close. Their voices blended into a comforting hum, a chorus of love that wrapped around me like a second skin.Laila was in her element—unstoppable, radiant. Her tiny feet pounded against the wooden floor as she darted between guests, her dark curls bouncing with every step. She squealed as Jackson, ever the doting big brother, chased her in circ
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HANNAH’S POVAs usual, pack members and friends came in their numbers to welcome our bundle of joy. The twins were three weeks old when the first real storm hit.Not the kind with thunder and lightning—though the sky outside the packhouse had been a brooding gray all day—but the kind that brewed in the quiet spaces between exhaustion and overwhelming love.Laila had been fussing for hours, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure, her cries sharp enough to make my bones ache. Liam, usually the calmer of the two, had picked up on her distress, his whimpers joining hers in a relentless chorus.I swayed gently in the rocking chair, Laila pressed against my chest, her tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my shirt. My eyelids felt like lead, my body still healing—still sore in ways I hadn’t expected.“Shhh, sweet girl,” I murmured, running a hand over her downy hair. “Mama’s here.”But she only cried harder, her little body trembling.Across the room, Xavier paced with Liam in his arms, his
HANNAH’S POVThe days after Laila and Liam’s birth melted into a fog of exhaustion, wonder, and a love so fierce it hurt. Our home, once a steady hum of three, now thrummed with the wild, beautiful chaos of five—tiny hiccupping cries, Jackson’s excited footsteps pounding down the hall, Xavier’s deep, soothing voice murmuring promises as he moved through the house, always there, always knowing what we needed before we did.The morning after we were discharged from the hospital, I woke to the soft, uneven whimpers of the twins. My body ached, muscles still trembling from the ordeal, my mind heavy with a tiredness that seeped into my bones. But when I turned my head, Xavier was already there—his broad arms lifting them from their crib as gently as if they were made of glass."Shhh, my loves," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but impossibly gentle. He cradled them against his chest, one in each arm, his thumbs brushing their flushed cheeks. "Let your mama rest a little longer, yea
HANNAH’S POVThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting a gentle glow over the tiny cribs, the plush stuffed animals, and the freshly painted walls.I ran my fingers along the edge of the changing table, adjusting the neatly folded blankets again—though they were already perfect. My heart fluttered at the thought of the twins finally coming home. Our home.“Just a little longer now,” I whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.I picked up a small stuffed wolf, turning it over in my hands before placing it carefully beside its twin—when suddenly, warmth rushed down my legs, soaking through my dress.My breath hitched. “Oh.”A sharp cramp twisted low in my belly, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers dug into the edge of the crib as another wave of pressure rolled through me. “It’s happening.”“Jackson!” I called, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my pulse roared in my ears.The door burst open seconds later, my son’s wide, wo