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
The vampires stiffened at the mention of Emmanuelle's beloved's first name. The young blonde woman had burst into tears again, closely followed by Bianca. Augustin looked back curtly as he saw a blood maid standing in the doorway. She shyly held in her hands a square black wooden tray on which rested a box of tissues as well as a carafe of water and crystal glasses. Typically, the ancient vampire would never have tolerated such an intrusion into his family sphere. However, he had to admit that the gesture was thoughtful, and the two women in front of him were particularly boisterous. "Thank you," he said to the servant, and she disappeared as quickly as she had come. "Does Ari even know?" asked Bianca. Emmanuelle was at a loss for words and shook her head to say no. She rose from her rocking chair. "Damn, when I thought I'd said as a joke that you could take nine months to make a baby! If I could do that with the lottery numbers, it would make my life so much easier," Bianca
Emmanuelle, diligently knitting a child's bonnet, was startled. She was sitting on a rocking chair, enjoying the cool morning air and the song of the cicadas. She was stunned to see Bianca in the doorway.How could this be? She should have heard, even smelled, Bianca coming.The young brunette woman had rushed headlong towards her best friend, staring at her from head to toe.Emmanuelle gently placed her red woolen book on the oak coffee table beside her. But she remained silent.Of course, this moment would come sooner or later. But Emmanuelle had hoped to delay it as long as possible for fear of Bianca's reaction.Emmanuelle was still thinking about her best friend's lecture on contraception. But how could she have known then that she was actually able to get pregnant without a complete bond?Augustin's hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Obviously, the former vampire had done this on purpose. It would have been inconce
"Ouch!" Augustin had unintentionally crashed into someone while carrying several cartons of paper. It was when he'd backed up, and especially thinking he was alone in the office, that the accident had happened. The ancient vampire froze, then quickly turned his head towards the person. He was surprised to see Bianca rubbing her nose. The young woman had come in and tried to cover her eyes to play a trick on him. On the other hand, she had made a maneuvering error, and his best friend's father had moved much faster than expected. He was completely stunned. It was the first time in his long immortal life that a living being had been able to approach him without him being able to detect its presence. He squinted for a moment, searching for some hidden power within Bianca, but nothing. The young woman's heart was beating normally. Her big, caramel-colored eyes had that human life and light in them. And it was only after a draught of air entered the room that Augustin could smell the s
Before Harry knew what was happening, he was back in human form. He soon found himself lying on his side, in a gun-dog position.His breathing was ragged from the rapid, forced metamorphosis imposed by the Mad One's order, while a sense of emptiness gradually invaded his mind.Memories flooded back like a burst dam, and he felt a lump in his throat.However, he didn't have time to react as Black threw a pair of black gym shorts at him.It was Wayne who'd been in charge of quickly fetching clothes the second he'd seen the Mad One revert to human form."Stand up," Black ordered once he was clothed himself.Harry had struggled to his feet and dressed himself, keeping his head down. His body had begun to shake as memories returned more clearly, and he managed to organize his thoughts.The young Red Moon Alpha had to clear his throat again and blink rapidly to chase away the emotion gripping his heart.When he
The red wolf trembled from head to toe as the black wolf circled him. The disapproving growls of this fantastic beast with glowing red eyes left no doubt as to what it thought of Harry. Why did we swear to protect him?" growled the black wolf to his human counterpart. "Because he's alone," Black replied coldly, without trying to say anything more. He already knew what Harry's wolf was thinking, and he suspected perfectly well what would happen next. _He's not alone! He's got a Mate!" barked the black wolf, still showing his fangs in his mind, but also to the two trembling Alphas in front of him. Black merely sighed. His wolf was as stubborn as he was, and he knew perfectly well that his wolf would still go after Harry no matter what he said. And this wasn't even for valid reasons, but simply because he was jealous that the red wolf had been rewarded with a soulmate before him. "He's alone," Black repeated. The black wolf's growl had grown even m
Harry had seen Alpha Black's face gradually take on the appearance of a wolf with fur as black as a moonless night. This should never have frightened him so much. However, what should have been a commonplace occurrence in a werewolf's daily life had turned into a horror movie for the young man. Had it been any other wolf, Harry wouldn't have cared a lick about it. Yet he never thought he'd have to deal with the Alpha Black wolf himself. During their training sessions, the Mad One had always made sure he had the upper hand over his animal side for fear that his wolf would try to hurt the young man. Now, for the first time in his life, Harry found himself face to face with the great black wolf. The fear he felt was so great that he felt as if everything frightening he'd experienced up to now had been a walk in the park. The Mad One's bones had cracked in transformation, while his skin was covered in a long coat as black as night. A menacing growl arose, amplified by the spherical sh
Harry was now sprawled on his back. His arms stretched out crosswise to his sides. His nose was bleeding from the kick he'd received in the face, and he had to cough to get rid of the blood filling his throat. The young redhead let out a pained groan as Alpha Black lifted him by the hair. Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly. Alpha Black lifted Harry so that he was at eye level and stared at the young man in front of him. He wanted to see Harry's healing speed and was shocked at how slowly his wolf's power was working. This confirmed that the red wolf was dormant, and Black knew he had to act quickly if Harry's animal side was not to sink too deep inside him. The Mad One knew perfectly well what it felt like to be deprived of his animal part. He couldn't even tell the last time he'd been able to talk to his own wolf. Despite Black's pleas, the animal remained walled in silence, communicating only by growling. Despite his
Witnesses who had seen the scene had tried to follow them, at first squealing with delight. They all felt happy and reassured to see their Alpha fit enough to go out. However, when they finally became aware of their pack leader's posture, they finally realized that something was wrong. Worse still, they had begun to cry out in horror at the sight of the Mad One heading straight for the arena. The Red Moon pack's telepathic link had been flooded with warning messages and cries for help. Beta Connor, who had spent the day organizing meetings with other packs, had lost his balance and abandoned whatever he was doing to rush out. The pack's collective panic had prevented him from thinking calmly, and his body was now only acting automatically. He had shouted to the soldiers and guards positioned at the borders of the pack's territory to join him as quickly as possible. Alpha Black tossed Harry's body without a moment's hesitation. He remained completely indifferent to the growing crow
Harry slowly opened his eyes. He had to blink several times to adjust his vision to the blinding brightness of the room. The young Red Moon Alpha had no idea where he was or what he was doing there. He took a few deep breaths and recognized the aseptic smell of disinfectant so characteristic of hospitals. Then, at last, the sound of machines reached his ears, and he became aware of the plastic tubes to which his body was connected. "Till?" whispered Harry. He couldn't understand why he was in a hospital bed or why his wolf's power hadn't been enough to heal him. It wasn't right that he should be placed in a condition where he had to be bedridden. Nervous spasms moved his facial muscles as he gradually became aware of his wolf's silence. Alone. A feeling of anguish gripped the young Alpha's heart as that single word echoed in his mind. He was alone again and unable to contact Till. But he had something else. So it wasn't just Till's lack of response that paralyzed the young Alpha