"Humm...hum...hum..." The early morning sun shone brightly through the windows. Naira carried a bowl of soul with a blissful smile on her face, humming a soft tune under her breath as she walked to her husband's office. The events of last night flashed through her mind, making her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink that made the cleaning Omegas throw her a second glance. She had never felt so content. So complete. Her happiness was truly connected with her Zain. Arriving at his office door, she paused and took a few deep breaths. Once she regained her composer, she gently turned the knob. The soup was hot, and she was afraid to accidently spill it. So, she kept her eyes trained on the bowl, as she slowly stepped into the room. "Zain, baby, I was so scared. Those group of rogues...they were cold and ruthless. They killed my friend and chained me with silver. Thankfully, my father and his patrol found me when they did. Otherwise..." A coquettish voice resounded in the office room.
***7 years later*** "Zain..." He didn't stop moving his hips as he sealed her mouth and swallowed her moans. His hands cupped the swell of her breasts and rubbed her erect nipples with passionate hunger. Her slick cave, her fragrant saliva, he reveled in them like sweet nectar. Zain wanted to punish her, to make her experience the same agony he felt in her absence. But he couldn't bear to hurt her. So he tormented her with his hands and tongue, making her scr*am his name. "Zain..." Hot tears streamed down his face. He had been looking for her ever since she left them that day. His best friend. He hardly remembered what he felt after her departure. But the frightening hollowness that opened up in his heart...he could still remember as clear as if it were yesterday. "Zain!" Zain woke with a start, and groaned. Leaning on his desk, he held his head and closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he waited for the splitting headache to pass. "Baby, are you okay?" Jules moved to the ba
The narrow alleys of the residential buildings were damp and dirty, with trash and cans strewn about. Naira held her nose and skimmed over the puddles of water, her steps light and feathery as she dashed out of the alleys into the busy, crowded streets. Car honks and enraged shouts blared out from multiple directions. Naira didn't even stop to acknowledge the angry drivers as she continued her mad run into the congested road towards the other side of the street. "You crazy woman! Go die somewhere else!" "What a lunatic! Is she..." Leaving the curses behind her, she ran a few more blocks before turning into a secluded corner. Immediately, a loud drone filled her ears, and the scene before her eyes turned blurry, then completely transformed. On her left and right, towering black brick walls rose as high as the sky, while a black steel door with the engravings of a moon and star loomed before her. Frantically fixing her hair and clothes, Naira closed her eyes and steadied her breat
Naira's limbs shook like a leaf caught in a storm. There was only one individual in the world who called her Ira. "Za...Zain!?" "Hm." Strong arms wound around her waist, and pressed her tight against a hard chest. Naira's heart almost leaped out of her chest as Zain buried his face in the crook of her neck and vengefully nicked her skin. Before she could yelp in reaction, he tenderly kissed and rubbed his nose on the sore mark. "My Ira...I finally found you." A flood of turbulent emotions surged in his heart. Zain felt like beating the woman in his arms for tormenting him for so many years. But at the same time, he wanted to deeply embed her into his body and make her one with him, so she would never be able to leave him again. He wanted to scream and question her, ask her how she could leave him without even saying goodbye. But recalling he had spent seven years searching for her, he wanted to do nothing more than immerse himself in this reunion. Zain wanted to do so much, his
Naira jerked her head upward and glowered at the vampire lord. The neon lights streaming through the glass window painted his scarlet eyes a purple shade. Coupled with his dark-brown hair and finely sculpted facial features, he was the very definition of supernatural beauty. Unfortunately, his beauty wasn't powerful enough to move her heart. For the past seven years, Daemon had helped her without asking for anything in return. From erasing her traces so the warriors of her former pack wouldn't find her, to creating a new identity for her in an unfamiliar environment. He helped without being asked and without asking for anything in return. Alas, if she hadn't caught the slight resentment in his eyes on the night her children were born, Naira might've actually accepted his offer years ago. After all, her kids were not human, so staying among humans wasn't in their best interest. To ensure they received the proper education in terms of their true nature and abilities, they needed a
"Naira, you know my feelings for you. Though I felt resentful when you had the kids of the man who hurt you, I'm willing to embrace them because they're also your kids." Daemon sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "For centuries, the Riverside Pack had only accepted a werewolf Mistress and a Vampire Lord as their leaders. But a vampire Mistress in the previous century broke this chain, creating an unrest in the pack. Naira, I want you to become the new werewolf Mistress of the Riverside Pack and help me settle the growing tension among the supernatural races." A complicated expression appeared on Naira's face. "That...I don't think I have what it takes to calm a group of uneasy supernaturals. Daemon, I'm really sorry, but I'm not ready to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. My pups are still young, and I..." "I know. You want to be a capable mother for them. But have you ever considered? A mother is exactly what the Riverside Pack needs at this moment. The pack members...t
In the following days, Naira spent the majority of her time familiarizing herself with the operation of Adonis Light Club. She didn't have the assistance of a wolf, so if she didn't have the ability to adequately run the club, it would only be a matter of time before her status fell in the eyes of the Riverside Pack members. Therefore, her days were filled with paperwork and the gathering of information, while her nights were spent in the company of her children. One or two times, she felt as if someone was spying on her. But she shrugged off the ill feeling and continued with her tasks after recalling Daemon had introduced her to his staff as his future Werewolf Mistress. In such a manner, a week went by and the day of their shift into the Riverside Pack finally arrived. "Mom, are we really moving?" Wide-eyed and looking innocent, Zara asked with an uncertain expression. Naira's heart instantly melted when she looked into her daughter's clear, blue eyes. They resembled so much o
He had tried to stay away from her, hiding his presence and taking glimpses of her when she appeared in the nightclub. The fu**ing bloodsucker loitered around her like a homeless fly, always within arms length as if she was his possession. Though Zain felt the urge to punch him, he restrained himself every time he saw her smile. A smile so bright and pure that he felt sick to his stomach. A smile that, up until seven years ago, had always been reserved for him. At that moment, Zain realized he was no longer the lightbulb in her universe. And what was even more upsetting was the fact that the vampire wasn't even her soulmate, yet he was about to become her husband. If he had known this would be the outcome of his decision back then, he would have never let her go... Zain's stomach churned. As much as he regretted his past actions, there was no button for redo's or a way to reverse time. "Please. Talk to me, Ira." Naira's heart trembled when she heard his strangled voice. She had
***Mature Content*** Making love to his Ira was nothing like he had experienced before. And Zain had more experience than he would care to remember. In the years after her disappearance, the night they spent together tormented him to the point of madness. He went from woman to woman, trying to re-experience the euphoric pleasure of their one night marriage, without much success. Big breasted or round bottomed, virgin or experienced...no matter which type he slept with, they gave him nothing but a feeling of lethargy. Hell! After multiple times of doing the deed, only a feeling of hollowness occupied his heart. How was he to know the experience with his Ira wasn't the result of physical release, but mental and spiritual fulfillment? It was because he loved her that what he felt was so extraordinary. So irreplicable. Her inner walls contracted around his strained member, causing him to tremble on top of her. Zain released a strangled gasp and pushed into her cave, filling her comp
***MATURE CONTENT*** So hot! So tingly! I'm so hot and tingly I can barely stand it! This woman's a torture. Zain grabbed the arms coiled around his neck and tried to disentangle her from him. Tried, but was unsuccessful. As Naira turned in his arms again, he tumbled on the bed, and she straddled him, then wrapped herself around him like an octopus. Her erect nipples scraped his chest, rendering him weak with lust and adoration. He wanted her. Desperately. Every cell in his body craved for his Ira like a breath of air. The desire to become one with her was so strong, he couldn't bring himself to lift a limb to separate from her. Still. Amidst the heat and desire, there was a nagging awareness that it couldn't be. He couldn't sleep with her in her current state. If he did, and his Ira found out... "Hot! Zain, please help me! I'm so hot!" He had been fighting with himself to maintain a silver of control. To not sink and keep afloat in the hazy flame of need that threatened to engu
Holding his bleeding hand, the large man smacked the unconscious woman again. Slap! "Bitch! Don't know what's good for you!" "Hey, don't beat her. It'll leave marks." Seeing she had finally stopped struggling, the other man chuckled and carelessly tossed the woman over his shoulder. "Brother, let's go and enjoy ourselves. This bitch almost bit off your hand. You can bit off her nipples..." His words had barely died when a gust of wind blasted his face, then a ball of fire slammed into his back. Lurching forward, he lost his hold over the woman and crashed to the ground. He howled and rolled, screaming in agony as the flame burned his hair and licked his skin, melting his flesh, before reducing him to ashes in mere seconds. The large man, who had yet to react to the sudden attack, turned pale with horror at the sight of his companion reduced to ashes and bones before his eyes. He stumbled backwards and fell on his ass, scanning the darkness with horrified eyes. "Who...who is it?
"I need to impress her. I need to impress her..." Zain wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. His heart raced with nervous anxiety as he tried to think of a way to impress his Ira. "Should I get her favorite snacks? No, she can get them herself...then..." What can he get her? His Ira didn't desire much. In fact, for as long as he had known her, he never saw her show much interest in anything other than singing and cooking. Of course, there was also the fact that she took it upon herself to take care of him. Zain sighed, and rubbed his temples. He felt like he was missing something, an important puzzle related to him and his Ira that held the answer to all his questions. But no matter how hard he tried to recall what it was, his mind came up empty. Deciding he needed a stimulus to boast his courage, he went in search of something to drink. At his departure, a wave of disappointment washed over Naira. This was the first Full Moon banquet after their separation 7 years ago. Though sh
Dave slunk into the shadows, leaving Celia on her own. The night deepened, and the moon rose into the sky. As more and more pack members gathered on the Supreme Ground, the crowd merrily mingled together and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Approaching one of the omega servants, Dave beckoned her to a corner and handed her a vial. "Add this to the drink of the Werewolf Mistress." "This...what is it?" "You don't need to know." The omega fell silent for half a breath, then resolutely nodded her head. "Is there anything else you need me to do, Legent Dave?" "Don't make any mistake. And...make sure no one sees you." "Yes, Legent." "Then go." Dipping into a bow, the omega turned and scurried into the group of servants heading to the bonfire with drinks and snacks. Dave glanced at the giant Stone Palace, his fists clenching and unclenching as complicated emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right...thing..." He wasn't doing this becaus
"Dad, it's only a banquet. Why are we dressed like this?" Zanai frowned and pulled on his tie. "What do you know? Men must wear a tie to impress women. So even if it's only a banquet, a tie is a must to attract all the attention." Zanai scanned his dad, who was wearing white pants and white shirt with a black tie, from head to toe, and said with a disdainful sneer, "Oh...I forgot you still need to win mom's heart." "You...what's with that look on your face? Are you looking down on me, brat?" Zain's face turned dark, looking slightly offended. "Shouldn't I? It's been two days, and you still haven't come up with a plan to make mom look at you. Mr. Zain Adeel, I'm telling you right now. If you lose your wife to another man, you'll also lose your son, because I'm my mom's protector." Zanai paused, and with an afterthought, added, "I also can't call myself the son of a loser." Then under the dumbfounded expression of his dad, he straightened his tie and left the room. "You...you...you
"Members of the Riverside Pack, tonight is the Full Moon Banquet. In honor of the Werewolf Mistress and her new personal guard, the pack will celebrate before a bonfire to thank the Moon Goddess! So bring your family to join your pack members on the Supreme Ground of your Vampire Lord!" Hearing the words of the Head Elder, the crowd immediately broke into an uproar. "Did I hear this right? Are we having the Full Moon Banquet on the Supreme Ground tonight!?" "You heard it right. The rumors in the pack must be fake. Why would the elders give this woman so much honor and respect if she's a wolf-less trash?" "Right, right. The Ruling Council cares more about the bloodline of the future Vampire Lord than we do. If they're letting this woman marry the Vampire Lord, then there shouldn't be any problem with her." Arriving at this conclusion, the members of the Riverside Pack began to reevaluate themselves and the situation of their pack. If it was only the Vampire Lord who wanted to make
"He would've made a great alpha." Elder Nivane regretfully shook his head."With his abilities, he still might." The red-haired elder smiled and looked at the young man with appreciation and anticipation.Sensing a hidden meaning from his words, the other elders began to pay more attention to the young warrior.In the next few rounds, witches and faes, werebears and leopards, vampires and alpha blooded wolves intermittently took the stage, ending in the victories of the fae, werebear, and alpha warriors. Before long, the second round of the competition concluded."Warriors of Riverside, this is the final round of the competition. The victor of this round will become the personal guard of the Werewolf Mistress. So do your best and strive for the honor!""Yahhh!""Warrior Nate!""Go Hamsa! Bring honor to the Fae!"Under the deafening cheers of the crowd, the third round began. A werebear and alpha male warrior started the first round of three. Without much suspense, the alpha bloodline
Zain felt strange. Just a second ago, he had been bleeding profusely and couldn't get back on his feet from the numbing pain in his arm and thigh. He was determined to win, so he acted as if he sustained grave injuries and remained on the ground to wait for an opportune moment. He had the ability to take down the pack of miscreants. But his chances of victory would decrease if he exhausted himself before the second round of the competition began. Not to mention, he would gather too much attention to himself if he single-handedly defeated the various warriors. So acting gravely injured was his best tactic. But while he was playing the role of a wounded warrior, a tingling sensation transmitted from the areas of his wounds. Within a few seconds, the flow of blood from his injuries decreased, then completely stopped. 'What sorcery is this!?' In the world of supernaturals, there was no such thing as instant healing without potion. Wolves and other shapeshifters had strong recovery abil