As expected, Michael turned his gaze toward me. This time, though, his eyes weren’t just cold—they were filled with a storm of anger and confusion."You can't kill him," I stammered, struggling to stand as I shifted back into my human form. I thought that maybe, just maybe, seeing me as I was—seeing the person he knew—might calm him down.But instead of calming him, my transformation seemed to ignite his fury further. "You're still defending this b*stard after everything he tried to do to you?" Michael’s voice was filled with rage. "Have you forgotten what he just tried to do?"I was taken aback by his words, and even more by the sight of him. Michael had shifted back into his human form too. It had been so long since I’d seen him, and now here he was, right in front of me, in such a chaotic and violent scene.His wet hair clung to his face, and his deep, dark eyes were filled with a mix of indifference and fury. I could see the faint lines of strain around his eyes—like he was in pai
Blood was everywhere—coating Robert’s body, soaking his torn clothes that clung to his skin like a second, shredded layer. He was a mess, broken and barely recognizable as the arrogant Alpha heir he once was. Michael stood over him, his eyes gleaming with a vicious intent that left no doubt—he wanted to end Robert’s life.And then, with a speed that made my heart leap to my throat, Michael's claws slashed through the air and stabbed into Robert's neck.Blood spurted from the wound, gushing in a crimson arc as Robert's head jerked back. The sound that came from his throat was unnatural—like two pieces of glass scraping together, a gurgling, choking noise that filled the silence of the forest. His arms and legs flailed uselessly before collapsing to the ground, motionless.I clamped my hands over my mouth, choking on the scream that threatened to escape.Michael had killed him. Right there, in front of me—he had killed Robert.Was this some form of punishment? A demonstration meant to t
"You don't know?" Michael chuckled, but there was nothing warm or reassuring in the sound. It was laced with a cold edge that sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes narrowed as he continued, "You never thought about what would happen when we met again? When you chose to escape, did you not think about the consequences of being caught by me? Or were you so certain that I would never find you?"His tone grew increasingly dangerous, and I instinctively knew that anything I said would only make matters worse. So, I stayed silent, my heart pounding in my chest."That b*stard dared to attack my people, so I removed his mark," Michael whispered, his voice filled with barely contained fury. "Now, can you guess what I will do to you, my mate who dared to run away from me?"His words struck fear deep into my core, but I forced myself to answer honestly. "I just thought you'd take me back."Michael stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached out an
The kiss was so intense that it left me breathless. Everything around me started to blur—the voices, the people, even the forest. It felt like I was floating away, and I couldn’t focus on anything except Michael, who was staring at me like he was still mad but also something else I couldn’t quite place."Don't think I'll let you off the hook just because you said some sweet things to me," Michael said, his voice low and rough.I leaned against him, my head resting on his solid chest. "I’m not going to run again," I promised, meaning every word.Michael didn’t seem convinced. "I don’t need your promises," he replied, touching my head with a frown.I could feel my strength slipping away, and everything around me started fading, including Michael's voice. "I just wanted to let you know what I was thinking..." I managed to say before everything went black.The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a warm, soft bed, feeling something firm and muscular pressed against my back. The room was
However, it was too late for me to realize the gravity of the situation.I looked at him in bewilderment. I wasn't used to Michael's attitude toward me. He rarely showed a serious side to me."You deserve to be punished for your mistakes, don't you, Cecily?" Michael said, lowering his head to kiss me.I froze, and then my entire body went limp.Was this punishment? I used my half-conscious brain to think."Good girl."It was a very short kiss, and Michael's lips left me before I could kiss him enough.He pulled down his shorts right in front of me, and his 'murder weapon' was already erect. Although this wasn't the first time I had seen it, this was the first time I had seen it up close.It was fully erect, with a full, shiny head and a thick, purplish stem, with visible veins coiled around it, like a heavy meat dragon, bouncing vigorously.Michael shook his body, and his genital slapped me in the face. It was long and thick, and it was so warm that I felt my face burn. Michael was sl
My lips were forced to open as wide as possible, and I let out an involuntary groan of pain, instinctively using my tongue to ward off the invasion of the foreign object.But my actions seemed to excite Michael even more. As he thrust his hip to my mouth, I felt like I was about to suffocate.Finally, Michael seemed to have lost his libido and was aware of my situation, so he stopped.I quickly pushed him out of my mouth and started coughing awkwardly.Michael reached out and touched my flushed face. Then, in an affectionate tone, he complained, "Why are you so delicate?"I was choked to the point where my face was red, and my eyes were filled with tears. When I heard him say this, I glared at him.However, I didn't know that the way I looked at him with tears in my eyes wasn't threatening at all. Instead, it incited a man's desire for further abuse."Are you that troubled?" Michael asked in a low and hoarse voice.He reached between my leg with one hand."You're wet."I felt Michael'
I felt my heart skip a beat and my soul drift.Michael squeezed his hand between my legs again. My body trembled. I wanted to struggle but didn't dare. I could only whisper, "Michael.""Tell me if you want it. It's okay."Michael's voice sounded rare and gentle. There seemed to be a hint of a smile in it.He gave me a light kiss on the side of my face, raised his knee to my already wet privates, and slowly rubbed me. "I'll give you a lick, won't I?" He suggested very seriously.I was a little dazed, and it took me a while to catch my breath.Did Michael want to lick me down there? A Lycan prince was going down on me.Just imagining it made my blood boil."No, you can't." My subconscious told me it was wrong, even though I wanted Michael to."Yes," Michael said, leaving a kiss on my lips as he slid down.I propped up my upper body and looked up at him. He had one hand on my hip, and his face was facing my private area, which had soaked through a large sheet of sheets.My eyes widened,
Michael had a crazy look in his eyes as he carried me from the bed onto him.He grabbed my chin with one hand and kissed me hard. His other hand was on my waist, pushing me down hard before I could react.Michael's penis immediately broke through my soft, wet private part and sank in.My private part was already wet enough, and now, finally, a real guy had gone in rough. For a moment, the satisfaction of being filled outweighed all else, and a strong surge of stimulation coursed through my body like an electric current.White light seemed to flash through my mind, and with a muffled groan, I reached orgasm again.Then, I felt a physical discomfort.This was the first time I had been penetrated, and although my body was desperate for Michael, it was still extremely uncomfortable to be entered so forcefully. Michael was too big, and I felt he would break me. It was hot, swollen, and burning.I couldn't help but gasp, trying to raise my hips to lessen the pain.But just as I twisted my b
During that time, Joanna was always off somewhere, traveling by herself. No one knew where she went. She would leave for long stretches, sometimes disappearing for years, and didn’t bother checking in with anyone. Naturally, her parents freaked out, not knowing if she was safe or if something bad had happened to her.As I sat there by the water, Sasha handed me a drink. It was this weird, green liquid that I wasn’t sure about at first, but after a sip, I realized it was lemon tea, with a hint of mint. Not bad at all, really refreshing."And then?" I asked, curious about what happened next with Joanna.Sasha sighed, shaking her head like she regretted it a little. “Well, her parents eventually went to Michael's dad for help. Since Michael was good at handling this kind of stuff, his dad put him in charge of finding Joanna.”I sipped my drink again, enjoying the way the mint cooled me down from the inside. "So, Michael went after her?"Sasha looked at me with a mix of guilt and understa
Joanna might be an amazing actress, but honestly? She's not fooling me. It's like she's playing a role, trying to be someone she's not—probably because she can't stand that Michael and I are together. I could feel her trying to mess with us, but I wasn’t about to let her win. If she wanted to act, well, I could act too.The sunlight felt warm on my skin as I stood there watching her. I smiled confidently, letting Joanna see me looking totally unbothered. She dove into the water with all the grace of a fish. I had to admit, she did have an incredible body—she was rocking a white bikini that had these thin straps crisscrossing over her chest and waist, making her look like some kind of living sculpture. Even the lower half of her bikini had those same crisscrossing straps under her belly button. Honestly, it was a look.Meanwhile, Sasha was already in the water, her swimsuit much louder and flashier than Joanna's. She was wearing this fluorescent green bikini with stripes and a skirt th
Joanna’s POV“So, I’m not the kind of girl who lets a man push her around. After all that happened, I left anyway. But no matter how long I stayed away, I’d always get messages from Michael. Some of them were about family stuff, other times he’d talk about finding his mate or being engaged or something. Honestly, it was pretty confusing for me during that time.”Despite saying she was troubled, a small smile crept onto Joanna's face as if remembering something amusing.“Eventually, I figured out that all of those excuses were just Michael’s way of trying to get me to come back. There was never a fiancée or mate. It was all just a big story. So, I was a little surprised when I heard this morning that you two were mates. But, hey, you’re mates arranged by the Moon Goddess, so everything should be fine, right?”Joanna finished her little story with a bright smile, clearly satisfied with herself. But me? I was furious. My fists were clenched so tightly, I could feel my nails digging into
It wasn't until Michael had completely disappeared from view that I became aware of the unsettling stare from behind. I could feel Joanna’s eyes boring into me, but I refused to acknowledge her directly. Instead, I turned and made my way toward my room, hoping to escape the tension she brought with her presence.But, of course, Joanna just happened to be standing in my path.She wore that same infuriating smile, the one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Your relationship with Michael seems... strong. You’re quite adorable when you're with him, Cecily."Her words dripped with something—sarcasm? Malice? It was hard to tell. I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but I didn’t care to find out. I wasn’t in the mood to engage with her."I'm heading back to my room," I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible."I know I upset you yesterday, and for that, I’m truly sorry," Joanna replied, taking a step closer as if that would make her words more sincere. "I didn’t mean to offend you. Le
Joanna's giggle echoed through the room, its beauty contrasting with the venomous intent behind it. Her voice was as sweet as a siren’s, but I could feel the malicious undertones. "Former friends, Sasha? That's not quite accurate. Michael and I were more than friends."I knew Joanna was up to no good. I had seen it in her eyes the moment I met her. Whatever her goal was—whether to make me jealous, provoke anger, or worse—I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.She turned her gaze toward Michael, who remained focused on his coffee cup, now almost empty. He hadn’t acknowledged her presence, which gave me some comfort, but Joanna wasn’t finished. "If you two are truly mates," she said, her voice dripping with false innocence, "may I ask, was it the Moon Goddess who arranged this, or did Michael choose you?"Her question cut deep, even though it was wrapped in a seemingly casual tone. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf surging with rage. Joanna was impl
"Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast, or should I bring it up to you?" Michael asked, his voice soft and tender. As he spoke, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, the closeness between us undeniable.I found myself smiling at Michael, wondering how I hadn’t fully appreciated this side of him before. I had always been so caught up in our arguments, his domineering ways, and the battles for control that I had somehow missed these moments where he could be... sweet. The realization washed over me—there was more to him than the arrogance and possessiveness I had been focusing on. If I allowed myself to let go of the tension between us, there was an undeniable pleasure in being with him.“I’d like to go downstairs to eat,” I replied with a soft smile, feeling more at ease than I had in a while.We walked down the stairs together, and I found myself momentarily at peace. But as we descended, my mind wande
The night had ended in a comfortable silence, with both of us content in each other's presence. By the time I had finished my tasks, Michael was still seated at his desk, absorbed in a pile of paperwork. His brow furrowed in concentration, and I didn’t have the heart to disturb him, nor did I want to leave his side. So, I watched him, feeling the steady calm he radiated.Before I knew it, I had dozed off in the warm cocoon of the study, lulled by the scent of Michael that filled the room. It wasn’t long before I felt someone gently lift me. I knew it was Michael, and feeling safe in his arms, I allowed myself to drift deeper into sleep.When I finally woke up, the morning light was already creeping in through the curtains. My body felt well-rested and refreshed. At some point during the night, I had been changed into my pajamas, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Michael had been the one to wash and dress me while I slept. A small smile tugged at my lips at the thought.I glanced to my
"Oh god, absolutely not," Michael exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. "Yes, we had a relationship in the past, but we broke up a long time ago. Joanna came by a few times after that, but it wasn’t for me. She had business with Samuel and others. I was too busy to even notice when she came or left. But I swear, Cecily, nothing happened between us after we ended things."I turned to face him, my mind clouded with uncertainty. Should I believe him? Jealousy burned inside me, poisoning my thoughts. The mere idea of him being intimate with Joanna made my skin crawl."My little wolf," Michael's voice softened as he lifted my chin gently. His expression was tinged with regret. "If you want me to apologize for my past, I can. But remember, I’ve lived a long life, Cecily. I’m not a saint—I’ve had relationships, felt emotions, just like anyone else. But if you're blaming me for something more than that, it's unfair. I’ve never been in two relationships at the same time. When I met you,
"I can't just pretend nothing happened, especially after my wolf reacted the way it did." I shrugged, trying to stay calm. "I need to know, Michael. I'd rather hear it from you than find out through Sasha."Michael hesitated, his brown eyes locked on mine as if weighing his options. I held his gaze, determined to get the truth. If he wanted honesty between us, he needed to practice it too."Okay," he muttered, running his hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. "She's... a friend."A friend? Joanna's behavior toward Michael was far from friendly. It was passionate, intense—nothing like the casual interactions between Sasha and him. I took a deep breath and asked the question I had been avoiding but couldn't ignore any longer."An ex-girlfriend?"Michael's expression stiffened. He didn’t nod, but he didn’t shake his head either. Silence hung between us, thick and heavy. I knew the truth was coming, but it didn’t make the waiting any easier. If Michael wanted me to be honest with