Lycan Steven's gaze burned with desire as he looked at me. His hefty fingers ventured inside me, taking a swift journey within my depths."W-What are you d-doing?" I stuttered.The space between my thighs trembled, eagerly welcoming his intrusion. With each exploration, my arousal intensified.Sensations surged from my core, engulfing me like wildfire. Overwhelmed by pleasure, I pushed against Steven in a desperate attempt to break free.But he remained resolute, unwavering in his determination. "Oh no, you're not backing out now..."Attempting to wriggle free, I straddled him, scratching his back in a futile attempt to resist. Yet his touch persisted, his resolve unyielding.Teetering on the edge, his fingers moved with precision, igniting fireworks within me.I gasped, my eyes wide, my mouth agape.My body arched involuntarily, consumed by sensation.My desire surged, my folds becoming even wetter. Moans escaped me as waves of pleasure overtook me."Oh, uh, ah..!" I groaned, my voic
"Steven..."The already drenched part of me eagerly welcomed his intrusion, devoid of any resistance.It seemed to hunger for him, throbbing incessantly under his touch. I felt a sense of shame and unfamiliarity with my own body as if I were losing control.What happened to all the things I have sworn to Moon Goddess?I have promised her not to let my mate touch me again, but here I am moaning his name in pleasure.As if that wasn't enough, he ran his hands from my calf to my thighs, then grabbed my tight behind.He pushed as deep as he could, knowing the pleasure women found in a particularly deep spot.“Ahhh… !” I quivered in astonishment.He lightly slapped my rear, leaving a handprint as if to scold me.“Stay still,” He treated me like a child. Squinting his eyes as tears welled in mine, he muttered something in a language I didn’t understand. It was the Kurkan tongue.Then, he swept his sweaty hair back and gave a brief warning—touching my flushed white hips before gripping them
"No, you're not going anywhere," he growled at me. I pushed his chest away and tried to get away from his tight hold. "I said, I'm not going with you! Don't you get it? I reject your offer, Lycan Steven!" "Please, Nathalie...""Don't fucking give me those pleading eyes! You don't deserve me!" "No, please, Nathalie. I beg of you! I'm going to change for you! Give me a second chance please.""I gave you already, but you fake your identity just to get me! And I can't forgive you that!" "I already told you that I did that to get close to you. If I didn't, you wouldn't let me enter your life!" "It was a wrong choice, Steven! Because of that, I was hurt! So please, stop this ridiculous conversation and I'm going back to where I belong.""No," he growled and clutched my chest. He pins me against the wall. I was out of breath while looking at his dagger eyes. "You belong to me. You are mine only. You understand, Nathalie?""I don't... belong to... anyone..." "Oh, really? Then why is you
Sylvia has created a halo that transported the two of us inside a room that I did not recognize before.From the moment I stepped into the dimly lit room, a chill ran down my spine. The air was thick, and heavy with a scent I couldn't place—something ancient and foreboding. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, and that's when I saw it.The room was cluttered with shelves upon shelves of glass bottles, each containing swirling mists of colors that seemed to defy nature."What is this?" I whispered to myself.Jars filled with unidentifiable objects, some pulsating as if they were alive, lined the walls. Dried herbs hung from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows that danced across the stone floor.I couldn't believe it; this was my home, yet I had never seen this room before. It felt like I had been drawn into a nightmare.In the center of the room stood a cauldron, bubbling with a potion that emitted a luminescent glow, casting an otherworldly light over the figure standing befo
"I heard that if you are mated with each other, he could feel your pain. Call him!"I grin at him, "Too bad, Mr. Calderon. I have no mate."His brow furrowed. "What do you mean you don't have a mate? How about the lycan wolf?"I let out a sarcastic laugh that made his face more angry. "Oh, Lycan Steven? He was my mate. We severed our mate bond long ago.""That is impossible!" "It is possible. He rejected me in front of the Moon Goddess Temple!" Hazel's father step forward and looks at me with dagger eyes. "Let us see, then."My eyes bulged out after he nodded to one of his men who were holding a rifle. Ah! The cold ground beneath me felt unforgiving, as Hazel's father's weight pinned me down, an unyielding force that seemed to press the very breath from my lungs.Bang!The sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the tense silence, a searing pain erupting in my shoulder, spreading like wildfire through my veins.I couldn't help but flinch, a gasp escaping my lips as my eyes, wide with s
"T-Thank you, Hazel!" I whispered, groaning in pain while we were running towards the heart of the forest. "Just stay calm. We can get out of here, Nat..." she whispered.The forest around us was alive with the sounds of the night, but above it all, I could hear the ominous crack of gunfire slicing through the air.My heart raced, thumping violently against my ribcage, as if it too was desperate to escape the horror we found ourselves in.Hazel and I were running for our lives, our breaths coming out in sharp, ragged gasps that mingled with the cold night air.Hazel had my arm draped over her shoulder, providing the support I desperately needed to keep moving.Each step was a battle, a fight against the pain that wracked my body with every movement. But Hazel’s unwavering strength was a beacon of hope in the overwhelming darkness."We can't stop, Nathalie," Hazel gasped, her voice a mix of determination and fear. "We have to keep moving, no matter what.""I know," I replied through
"We cannot go back to your friend because it's too dangerous for us. I'm so sorry..." One of the pack members told me in a voice full of despair.He looks apologetic while looking at me."N-No..." I whispered, my hand covering my mouth to stifle my sobs."Please, no.... don't tell me Hazel's dead!""We are sorry for your loss, buddy..." the man with brown hair continued. We arrived in a pack called Starlight Sentinels Pack, a pack where the wolves who saved me belong.The man with brown hair introduced himself as Killian, one of the omegas of the pack, and apologized to me again and again."Are you alright?" he asked curiously. I pushed his hands away when he tried to touch me and ran away from them."Hey!" one of them shouted, but I didn't stop."Let her dwell with her grief. She just lost her best friend," someone said. I was so tired mentally, emotionally, and physically.I lost Hazel, my best friend, who saved me from the hunters and rogues!"Fuck!" I cursed multiple times and kep
The first day in a new place always carries an air of uncertainty, a mix of fear and excitement for what lies ahead.I was acutely aware of my status as a newcomer, an omega, at the bottom of the hierarchy. I was introduced to this new pack by Killian, an omega who had been with the pack for some years. He was kind enough to guide me through the sprawling compound of the pack areas designated for the various ranks within our community.Our first stop was the place I would come to know all too well—the cleaning area."This is where we're assigned, day in, day out," Killian explained, gesturing towards the grimy surroundings.It was evident that the omegas bore the brunt of the pack's disdain, tasked with maintaining cleanliness in a place that seemed perpetually covered in filth.Am I going to clean this place every day?I couldn't hide my disappointment, the reality clashing with the dreams I harbored."I wanted to be a gamma," I confessed to Killian as we moved away from the cleanin