Harry took a deep breath. He clutched his cell phone in one hand and still hesitated to seek advice from his people. They had finally arrived at Emmanuelle's estate, and Harry was amazed at where his Mate lived. The castle that served as her home, the floral smell of the surrounding nature, the sound of crickets echoing through the vines. A lump had formed in his throat as he realized what his Mate would have to give up by becoming his Mate and taking on the role of Luna of the Red Moon. Emmanuelle had taken the time to report to him what her Clan leader had ordered.Harry now seemed at a loss for what his Mate would have to sacrifice for him by agreeing to become his. Worse, he feared that Till would get the better of him and try to kill Emmanuelle when they would finally mark her. _ I don't like this... You don't think this is all lies, Harry? Why would I want to hurt Mate? I don't believe that's possible. You and I both know that wolves don't hurt their Mates. You d
"I understand. Thank you," Harry replied, hanging up immediately. He kept his eyes on his contact list, unsure if it was wise to contact this person. "Is there a problem?" asked Emmanuelle. Through their soulmate bond, she could feel the doubt and fear invading her beloved's mind. Harry gave her a slight smile: "Yes and no. My friend couldn't give me any information, but he told me to contact another person." "And this other person is a problem?" Harry wrinkled his nose before shaking his shoulders as if to chase away a shiver: "Let's just say he's a very busy person in addition to being the most difficult person in the world to communicate with. I wonder how his Beta... Oh, yes! This is perfect! I'll ask his Beta for the advice!" said Harry with relief. He slid his thumb across his screen and pressed Duncan's number. He and Emmanuelle held their breath. She lifted her head a little more to listen. Harry frowned again and whispered to her: "That's strange. Normall
Harry was more or less in shock and continued to stare at his cell phone. _ I can't believe there was a moment when we hoped the Mad One would come to our aid! I can't believe he hung up on us!" complained Till, who was still half relieved that their conversation with Alpha Black had ended. "There is a problem?" asked Emmanuelle, in front of the apparent state of shock of her beloved. Harry slipped his cell phone into the back pocket of his pants and gave her a sad smile: "My contact did not tell me any more than yours did. I think we will have to stick to what your clan leader taught you, Mate." Emmanuelle gazed into the emerald green eyes of her beloved, then nodded slowly: "Is that correct?" she whispered to him. "Correct?" repeated Harry and Till in unison. "Isn't that the right word in English? I mean, is it right for your wolf, my beloved? Is it okay to let me bite you, but not be able to mark me in return?" she clarified without managing to mask the concern
Emmanuelle was wholly fascinated by the appearance of the wolf. Her beloved was in front of her, yet it was not really him. The atmosphere had changed entirely, and she felt something much more primal being born in her. It was as if the wolf's presence had awakened her instincts, and the world made more sense. It was as if all the problems of everyday life had been swept away with a wave of a hand, and there, at that very moment, he was the missing piece for her world to be complete finally. "My beloved, your eyes..." murmured Emmanuelle while raising a hand to caress him on the cheek. Her eyes widened as a purr left Harry's chest. He had tilted his head so that his face was more in contact with the soft, delicate palm of his Mate. He savored every thrill that the direct contact with her skin gave him. They were unable to look away from each other. Emmanuelle was fascinated by the purity of his eyes, and the wolf scrutinized the slightest movement of fear in her. As soon
Emmanuelle had taken Harry upstairs to her "bedroom." In reality, this room served more as a set to give the illusion that she was sleeping, like any average human. Therefore, over the years, she had made sure to make it as comfortable as possible by respecting the trends and fashions of the mortal world.The bedroom was large, with an impressive four-poster bed at the back against a stone wall. It was an imposing piece of heavy, sturdy wrought metal, a gift from Augustine, which had been welded and then sealed into the foundation to ensure its stability. The heavy velvet drapes served as protection from the sun when Bianca decided to stay over after a night of drinking.Over the years, Emmanuelle had offered a room, among the many empty spaces in her villa, to her protégée. But, the human and the vampire always ended up sleeping in each other's beds after chatting until late at night.So Emmanuelle had to end up putting up thick curtains around her bed to ensure she would not get bur
Harry and Till once again saw the bedroom door close loudly behind their Mate.They waited about ten minutes and began to get impatient._ Mate had been gone too long."I know."_ We've got the most giant erection..."By the Moon goddess, say no more," the young man immediately cut off._ Why are you so stressed, Harry?"This is... our first time with our Mate._ Ah whoo, it is our first time for everything with Mate. You have no one to impress, Harry,"I wish someone had told me what to do. What if I am doing it wrong? That I hurt our Mate?"_ Harry."What?"_ If you were doing it so wrong, I do not think Mate would have reacted that way in the coffee shop's basement." ... "_ Ooooow, look at you blushing.Till immediately fell silent.The door had just opened, and Emmanuelle entered the room wearing a white dress made of silk and lace.The Alpha was wholly captivated, and it was as if seeing her dressed like that had short-circuited his brain.The dress had thin straps and was fitt
Emmanuelle and Harry remained perfectly mute.One was waiting for the reaction of her beloved.The other was still shocked by the words she had just pronounced aloud.Harry was utterly disconcerted. Even Till had remained silent and was just staring at their Mate.Emmanuelle reached for her blonde hair with both hands and quickly crossed it in front of her. She tried to use it as a curtain to hide her face.Harry gently grabbed her wrists with his free hand, and a tremor ran through him as he met his soulmate's gaze. He nodded shyly and guided her with infinite care to lie on her back against the fluffy bed.They did not dare to say another word.Emmanuelle was now under Harry. Her legs spread wide enough for him to find the space to position himself above her. She had put her hands on his muscular forearms and was giving small strokes with her tongue on the swollen veins there. She could feel on her tongue the blood flow of her beloved, divine nectar with an aroma unmatched by any va
Emmanuelle held Harry on his back with one hand, pressing firmly on his chest. She was passing the chain length through the arabesques of his wrought iron bed with her free hand.Harry was utterly unsettled and did not know what to say or do.Emmanuelle theatrically threw a lock of blonde hair behind her back before heaving a deep sigh:"If I understand correctly, you do not want to make me yours because you are afraid of hurting me?"Harry nodded, then gasped when he felt his hands being held vigorously by his Mate.Emmanuelle raised her beloved's arms above his head. Then, with her free hand, she seized the tended member and placed it in front of her crotch. She cursed and complained in French so that Harry would not understand about the size of his penis.The vampire's cheeks had turned a powdery pink, so embarrassed and ashamed was she by what she was about to do:"Are we agreed that we are both willing to have sex with each other in principle?"Harry swallowed his saliva hard and