CLAIRE FISCHERI HAD KNOWN what to expect when I snuck into Alex's room, but I had expected to feel pleasure. When he took me into his arms, I felt a strange sense of security. I felt safe from the secret, lies and betrayal that I was forced to suffer these past few weeks. But what I did not expect, was to feel pleasure. When he slipped a finger between my legs, I bit my lips to prevent a moan from escaping. It was a strange but welcoming feeling. I could not keep the moan when his thumb started working on my clit. The constant pressure and motion tilted me over the edge, I felt it coming. An orgasm. My first ever. It felt like an explosion coming from my head and feet at the same time, and meeting at the place where he was touching me, bursting out and making me convulse uncontrollably. So this was how it felt like, I sighed to myself. I rubbed my thighs together, not wanting it to end. He splayed my legs together with his hand, and I felt his cock rub against the entrance of my
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE WOKE UP to a numbing, tingling sensation on his arm. He was having one of the most peaceful sleep he had had in a very long time. There was a soft, pliable but unfamiliar flesh by his side.He turned his head and saw her. Claire. How could he have forgotten? Her head was on his upper arm, stopping blood circulation to the rest of his hand. He watched her sleep, feeling a wave of emotions he was not familiar with. After a few more minutes of silent watching. He eased his arm from underneath her head, replacing it with a pillow and then he stood up, stretching and yawning deeply. He turned and looked at her, sprawled across the bed. He wanted nothing more than to lay down beside her and remain there for all eternity, but he had work to do, and he did not want any gossip about them to go around the clan now. Joram was right about one thing, Lucia would rip Claire's head out.He took his bath quickly and washed up before going down for breakfast. His brother w
CLAIRE FISCHERA DROOL FROM my mouth awoke me. I jumped awake, startled and lost for a few seconds, unsure of where I was. Until I looked around and recognized the room. I was in Alek's room, but I was alone on the bed. He was gone. I ran my hand across where his body had laid. It was still slightly warm and held his scent. I slid over and snuggled into his space, closing my eyes in contentment.After a few more minutes of indulging, I stood up and felt an ache between my legs. It was a pleasurable pain. I sighed."Oh shit," I cursed under my breath. "My kitchen duties." I glanced at the bedside clock, it was already past breakfast time. I rushed to the bathroom and washed up quickly.I peeked out of the room before I slipped out. I didn't want anyone to see me. Not yet. As I hurried downstairs to the kitchen, I untangled my wet hair with my fingers. I entered the kitchen, and just as I had suspected, it was bustling with activities."Where have you been?" Lizzy whispered. She walke
CLAIRE FISCHER "THE, UH, DEATH of Marshall took us by surprise, " Jamie, the spokesman of the senate was saying. He cleared his throat uneasily. "We have been forced by this setback...""What type of setback?" Joram asked.I looked at my colleague and she gestured with her head. I nodded, placing the ice bucket on the table. I started to take out the bottle of champagne but one of the senators snapped, "Leave it there, fool."I jumped, startled."What were you saying, Jamie?" Alek asked. "The setback you have suffered.""Yes," Jamie nodded. "Marshall was in the middle of a deal he was making.""We have read his notes," Joram cut in. "And we plan to take over from where he stopped.""So you are back for good," The fat man who had snapped at me asked."Yes, Edgar," Alek said in a low voice. "We are back, or would you like us to leave? Is that what you want?" He leaned forward, pinning Edgar with a hard, cold glare. Even harder than the one he had flashed me."Oh no, sir," Edgar said ha
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE DID NOT want to be here. From the beginning of the meeting, he got bored from the first minute. The talks about werewolves bored him. There should be nothing that links him with those dogs.He was not listening to a word that the Senate's spokesman was saying. He ignored the accusing looks that they occasionally threw him when they spoke about Marshall, the Golden Boy and best leader for the pack; Alek snorted.Even though they were too afraid to say it, Alek knew that through every point of the meeting, they were blaming him for killing Marshall. But he did not care.The door opened, and suddenly, Alek was interested in his environment again. A servant walked in, closely followed by Claire. Her scent wafted to his nose and filled his senses.But she is from a werewolf bloodline, he growled to himself. He should not react to her like this. He was disgusted with himself.He felt her looking at him, and he fought every ounce of willpower in him not to meet her
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRTHE HALL WENT silent again as they watched Claire hurry out."What was that all about?" Jamie snarled. "These slaves are starting to get out of control." Some heads at the table nodded in agreement with him.Alek frowned. "Slaves?" He asked, looking around. "I thought you were all a community. Now you have created a societal hierarchy? Slaves? Servants.""Not slaves," One of the men replied. "They are Omegas.""And weren't you all banished Omegas from your packs?" Alek snarled. "You come here and you start behaving like you are gods.""Aleksander-" another man started to say."I have not given you permission to mention my name," Alek growled, his eyes flashing in anger. "Who the fuck are you anyway?"The man cleared his throat uneasily. "I am -""You know what?" Alek cut in. "I don't care. This meeting is over.""But we have not concluded on what to do about -""I told you. My answer is No," Alek stood up. "I am the leader of this clan, and my word is final. We
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE WALKED INTO his office expecting to see Joram waiting for him, but instead, he was met by Lucia. She was sitting on the table, legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in one hand."Alek..." she purred as soon as he entered and she came forward to hug and kiss him."I was not expecting to see you here," He said, pulling out of her grip and going to his desk. "And don't sit on my table. There are so many important things here."She pouted her lips. A gesture that irritated Alek. "What do you want?" He asked, stacking up the papers.She sighed and turned around slowly. "How was the meeting?" She asked."How did you even know there was a meeting?" He countered without looking at her."Words travel," She said nonchalantly. "The same way words reached my ears that one of the servants poured drinks on a senator, broke the expensive bottle of champagne, and ran out of the hall disrespectfully... and nothing was done to her.""Is that so?" Alek chose to play dumb."Don't
CLAIRE FISCHER“HE WAS SUCH a good man.”I scoffed inwardly as the smallish man draped in a black cape shuffled past me. Everyone becomes a friend at funerals, even people who had been vehemently against the person when he had been alive.I looked around and saw many of those types of people. Dressed immaculately in black suits and dressed with black sunshades to match. Some were even graceful enough to drop a tear or two for my father.I sighed and wrapped the black shawl tighter around my shoulders as I moved forward. I stood over the grave, taking care not to rustle the long root of dew vine that circles the dug-out hole. “Goodbye, Dad,” I muttered under my breath. I scooped up a bit of sand and tossed it in. I felt a fat, lonely tear run down my cheeks, but I smashed it away. He would now have wanted me to be sad and cry. My father, Alpha Bronn Fischer of the Moonshadow pack, was easily the best person in the pack and definitely the best person I knew. He loved me even with my “di
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE WALKED INTO his office expecting to see Joram waiting for him, but instead, he was met by Lucia. She was sitting on the table, legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in one hand."Alek..." she purred as soon as he entered and she came forward to hug and kiss him."I was not expecting to see you here," He said, pulling out of her grip and going to his desk. "And don't sit on my table. There are so many important things here."She pouted her lips. A gesture that irritated Alek. "What do you want?" He asked, stacking up the papers.She sighed and turned around slowly. "How was the meeting?" She asked."How did you even know there was a meeting?" He countered without looking at her."Words travel," She said nonchalantly. "The same way words reached my ears that one of the servants poured drinks on a senator, broke the expensive bottle of champagne, and ran out of the hall disrespectfully... and nothing was done to her.""Is that so?" Alek chose to play dumb."Don't
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRTHE HALL WENT silent again as they watched Claire hurry out."What was that all about?" Jamie snarled. "These slaves are starting to get out of control." Some heads at the table nodded in agreement with him.Alek frowned. "Slaves?" He asked, looking around. "I thought you were all a community. Now you have created a societal hierarchy? Slaves? Servants.""Not slaves," One of the men replied. "They are Omegas.""And weren't you all banished Omegas from your packs?" Alek snarled. "You come here and you start behaving like you are gods.""Aleksander-" another man started to say."I have not given you permission to mention my name," Alek growled, his eyes flashing in anger. "Who the fuck are you anyway?"The man cleared his throat uneasily. "I am -""You know what?" Alek cut in. "I don't care. This meeting is over.""But we have not concluded on what to do about -""I told you. My answer is No," Alek stood up. "I am the leader of this clan, and my word is final. We
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE DID NOT want to be here. From the beginning of the meeting, he got bored from the first minute. The talks about werewolves bored him. There should be nothing that links him with those dogs.He was not listening to a word that the Senate's spokesman was saying. He ignored the accusing looks that they occasionally threw him when they spoke about Marshall, the Golden Boy and best leader for the pack; Alek snorted.Even though they were too afraid to say it, Alek knew that through every point of the meeting, they were blaming him for killing Marshall. But he did not care.The door opened, and suddenly, Alek was interested in his environment again. A servant walked in, closely followed by Claire. Her scent wafted to his nose and filled his senses.But she is from a werewolf bloodline, he growled to himself. He should not react to her like this. He was disgusted with himself.He felt her looking at him, and he fought every ounce of willpower in him not to meet her
CLAIRE FISCHER "THE, UH, DEATH of Marshall took us by surprise, " Jamie, the spokesman of the senate was saying. He cleared his throat uneasily. "We have been forced by this setback...""What type of setback?" Joram asked.I looked at my colleague and she gestured with her head. I nodded, placing the ice bucket on the table. I started to take out the bottle of champagne but one of the senators snapped, "Leave it there, fool."I jumped, startled."What were you saying, Jamie?" Alek asked. "The setback you have suffered.""Yes," Jamie nodded. "Marshall was in the middle of a deal he was making.""We have read his notes," Joram cut in. "And we plan to take over from where he stopped.""So you are back for good," The fat man who had snapped at me asked."Yes, Edgar," Alek said in a low voice. "We are back, or would you like us to leave? Is that what you want?" He leaned forward, pinning Edgar with a hard, cold glare. Even harder than the one he had flashed me."Oh no, sir," Edgar said ha
CLAIRE FISCHERA DROOL FROM my mouth awoke me. I jumped awake, startled and lost for a few seconds, unsure of where I was. Until I looked around and recognized the room. I was in Alek's room, but I was alone on the bed. He was gone. I ran my hand across where his body had laid. It was still slightly warm and held his scent. I slid over and snuggled into his space, closing my eyes in contentment.After a few more minutes of indulging, I stood up and felt an ache between my legs. It was a pleasurable pain. I sighed."Oh shit," I cursed under my breath. "My kitchen duties." I glanced at the bedside clock, it was already past breakfast time. I rushed to the bathroom and washed up quickly.I peeked out of the room before I slipped out. I didn't want anyone to see me. Not yet. As I hurried downstairs to the kitchen, I untangled my wet hair with my fingers. I entered the kitchen, and just as I had suspected, it was bustling with activities."Where have you been?" Lizzy whispered. She walke
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE WOKE UP to a numbing, tingling sensation on his arm. He was having one of the most peaceful sleep he had had in a very long time. There was a soft, pliable but unfamiliar flesh by his side.He turned his head and saw her. Claire. How could he have forgotten? Her head was on his upper arm, stopping blood circulation to the rest of his hand. He watched her sleep, feeling a wave of emotions he was not familiar with. After a few more minutes of silent watching. He eased his arm from underneath her head, replacing it with a pillow and then he stood up, stretching and yawning deeply. He turned and looked at her, sprawled across the bed. He wanted nothing more than to lay down beside her and remain there for all eternity, but he had work to do, and he did not want any gossip about them to go around the clan now. Joram was right about one thing, Lucia would rip Claire's head out.He took his bath quickly and washed up before going down for breakfast. His brother w
CLAIRE FISCHERI HAD KNOWN what to expect when I snuck into Alex's room, but I had expected to feel pleasure. When he took me into his arms, I felt a strange sense of security. I felt safe from the secret, lies and betrayal that I was forced to suffer these past few weeks. But what I did not expect, was to feel pleasure. When he slipped a finger between my legs, I bit my lips to prevent a moan from escaping. It was a strange but welcoming feeling. I could not keep the moan when his thumb started working on my clit. The constant pressure and motion tilted me over the edge, I felt it coming. An orgasm. My first ever. It felt like an explosion coming from my head and feet at the same time, and meeting at the place where he was touching me, bursting out and making me convulse uncontrollably. So this was how it felt like, I sighed to myself. I rubbed my thighs together, not wanting it to end. He splayed my legs together with his hand, and I felt his cock rub against the entrance of my
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRNIGHT CAME QUICKLY and Alek went to his chambers. The scent of the girl still hung in the air faintly. He inhaled deeply and prepared for bed. He had not seen Claire anywhere in the clan since afternoon. Maybe she had gone, not agreeing to his terms.Stifling his disappointment, he went under the sheets and closed his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep. At least, if anything, Lucia would be appeased that the girl was gone. But was he appeased? He asked himself. His beast grunted. It has been getting more vocal and communicative recently.He tossed and turned in bed restlessly for the next few minutes. When he could not take it any further, he started to get out of bed, but his door opened slowly and he saw the dainty foot slip in. He watched Claire come into his room slowly and stand at the door, uncertain of what to do next."You came," he said, his voice raspier than normal.She nodded, gripping her hands tightly. She looked at him wide-eyed. Scared. H
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIR ALEK COCKED HIS HEAD. "What did you say?" He asked like he did not hear her the first time."You heard me, Alek," Lucia snapped. "I said I want you to banish her. Send her away let the rogues get her."Alek chuckled and brushed past Lucia. "You seem to have forgotten your place." He muttered."Wha-""You are in no position to tell me what to do," he growled in a deep voice. She jumped slightly, startled at his change of tone."Alek..." She whined, following him hastily. "You don't know what she did. No werewolf should do that to me..."Ignoring her, Alek walked up the stairs and headed for his office again."You can't just ignore me," she cried. "I am your fiance."He scoffed, pushing open the door and walking in. Joram was still at the desk looking through the papers. He looked up, "What was that all -" He started to ask, then he saw Lucia come in behind Alek and understanding dawned on him. "Ohh..." He stood up. "I will leave you to your business." He gave A