"Are you suggesting that I'm having sex with other women in reality as well?" His question hung in the air, heavy with accusation. My response came out sharper than I intended, "Who knows?" The bitterness in my voice surprised even me. He sighed deeply, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of regret. "I'm aware that I shattered your trust in the past," he admitted, his voice soft yet earnest. "But I'm sincerely hoping for a chance to rebuild it. Nathalie, I'm being completely honest with you. The last time I was intimate with anyone... it was with you." I attempted to mask my astonishment with a scoff. "Really, Steven? Who are you trying to convince?" "I'm not trying to deceive you. It's the truth," he insisted, his gaze steady and sincere. "Fine, believe what you want," I retorted dismissively, leaving the statement to linger between us, a testament to the distance that had grown. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest as I faced Steven. The air between us was thick
I bolted upright, heart racing, as I realized where I was—the unmistakable, dimly lit room of Lycan Steven.His scent filled the air. Panic surged through me, urging my body into motion. I couldn't believe I had ended up here again, in the lair of the lycan who haunted both my dreams and my waking moments.I scrambled to my feet, my hands shaking as I reached for my clothes strewn across the floor. Each piece felt heavy, laden with the night's memories, as I hastily dressed myself.My mind raced, thoughts jumbled and overlapping.The fabric of my shirt twisted in my haste, and I paused for a mere second to right it, my breaths coming in short, sharp intakes."You're awake," Steven whispered, his face giving me a grim look.I sighed. "Yes, I'm sorry about last night."His jaw clenched so hard. "You did not enjoy it?""I did. But that was just it. I was consumed by my lust."He let out a baritone laugh. "Lust?" he spat the word as if it were venom in his system.I slipped into my shoes,
I woke up to the ringing of my alarm and started my training. I wore my sports bra and black leggings to go to the hill. Jogging towards it felt like an eternity; a woman approached me with red hair."Hi, you are Nathalie, right?""Hey..." I said, catching my breath. She extended her arms. "I'm Ana. Ana Smith, one of the gamma warriors.""Nice to meet you," I said and smiled at her. She offered me her bottle of water. "Wanna drink?"I was still catching my breath.Damn it! The hill is so steep."No thanks, I have mine," I told her. She chuckled and said, "Alright, then. Do you want to compete?" she challenged me.I grinned at her and competed with her, but she had more endurance than me."I'm done!" I said and drank straight from the remaining water in my bottle. She laughed at me, "Come on, Nathalie! You can do it! Last lap!" she jogged beside me, but I was already out of air.When she suddenly stopped and nodded at someone behind me. "It's Killian..."I gasped, turned around, and sa
"What are you doing?" A deep, resonant voice cut through the silence, making me freeze. When I lifted my gaze, I was met with the sight of Steven, his unique hazel-green eyes capturing my attention immediately.I instinctively stepped back, only to feel his hand wrap securely around my waist."You're listening in, aren't you?" he teased, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.I tried to push him away, feeling my heartbeat quicken, but he was too strong."Quiet," he whispered firmly, covering my mouth with his hand to silence me. His grin widened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Did you come here to spy, or was there something else on your mind?"Steven's straightforwardness could be overwhelming at times.My face heated up with a blush, thankful for the shadows hiding my embarrassment. I shook my head in denial, but Steven's mischievous smile told me he wasn't convinced."Let's leave before they realize we've caught on to their plan to oust me," he said, his tone
Startled awake by an unexpected quiver in the night, I turned to find Lycan Steven beside me, his body convulsing gently, lips tangled in a dance of mumbled curses and fragmented pleas. His brow was slick, drenched in a sheen of sweat as if he'd been running through his nightmares rather than lying beside me.The rapid rise and fall of his chest indicated his accelerated breathing, each breath a shallow, ragged gasp as though air itself was scarce in the landscape of his nightmare. Occasionally, a soft moan or a stifled cry would escape his lips, the audible manifestations of his anguish."Hey, Steven..." I whispered again, my voice laced with concern.Despite my gentle tone, he jerked away, his eyes snapping open, wild and unseeing. For a moment, he didn't seem to recognize me, his gaze darting around the room in panic."It's me, it's just me," I hurried to reassure him, my voice steady but soft, hoping to pierce through the haze of his terror.He blinked rapidly, his breathing still
I was roused from sleep by the warm caress of sunlight on my skin. Squinting, I looked up to see the sun's rays streaming through the window. The space beside me felt conspicuously empty, and I realized that Lycan Steven was no longer there."Where has he gone?" I whispered to myself.A knock sounded from outside the room. Instantly, I drew the blanket over my body, seeking refuge from the potential intruder.The doorknob turned, revealing the familiar countenance of a woman.Emily appeared taken aback upon spotting me in Steven's room, a handmaiden lingering behind her. With a swift gesture, she signaled the handmaiden to halt, leaving us in solitude."Where is Steven?" I inquired. Unperturbed, she paced back and forth, her attention caught by the small figurines adorning Steven's desk."Shouldn't you be getting dressed? Leave this room. Now," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.I fought to keep my anger in check. It always intrigued me how she wielded such confidence and autho
"You can't. We still have five more months to go according to our contract," he replied, his eyes serious but his tone joking.I glared at Steven.He replied with a sarcastic laugh and said, "You're jealous. Just say it, Nathalie.""I'm not!""You are. If you say that you're jealous, I will be the happiest man on earth right now."I rolled my eyes at him. "You're so narcissistic. I'm not jealous!""Alright, then," he replied, but there was still a hint of playfulness in his voice."Come here, baby..." he said in a soft voice. My heart hammered against my chest when he pulled me to his side.My eyes bulged out, my face struggling to conceal my true emotions from him.I was so scared that he might see how nervous I was around him. I was anxious that he could sense this was making me feel things, the butterflies in my stomach betraying me."You shouldn't be jealous because Emily is my first-degree cousin. We're like family, Nathalie."I couldn't explain how I felt after he said that. He
Someone clears their throat. Their voice echoes in the empty gym room. "Err! I need to talk to Nathalie." Alpha Cosma appeared in front of me, causing me to push Steven forward. His eyelids were still drooping at the sight of me. What the hell?! She caught us kissing in the boxing ring! Immediately, I tried to straighten the crease of my short gym skirt and pull myself together. I turned to face Alpha Cosma with an embarrassed expression. "Alpha Cosma," I said with utmost respect. She acknowledged it by nodding at me. Then, she bowed her head to the man behind me. "It's a pleasure to see you in our pack again, Lycan Prince Steven." I could feel Steven's arms wrapping around my waist. "Pleasure to meet you too. You want to talk to Nathalie?" "Yes, Your Highness. I have something important to discuss with her," Alpha Cosma said and grinned at me, then back to Steven, as if she was joyful to see us together in an intimate act. "Would it be alright if she spared a moment with
Three months later..."Babe, here's your cup of coffee..."I looked up to see my beautiful wife in her white gown. It was early in the morning, and I usually read my papers at my office desk.She never disappoints me with her skill in coffee making. It tastes so good, just like her."What's with the smile, huh?" Nathalie asked as she sat in front of me. Shaking my head, I put down the cup on the cupboard and whispered, "Nothing...""Has work been hard lately?""No, but mine has," I smirked at her reaction."Huh?!" She asked in a shocked voice. I let out a hearty laugh and spread my legs widely. "Come here..." I nodded at my thighs and she obeyed me diligently."O-Okay..." she stuttered, a blush plastered on her cheeks.The moment I felt her skin touch mine, I could already feel myself becoming aroused.Damn it.Just like that.I inhaled her hair, her scent, her body wash. It felt amazing. All of it. I could feel myself getting harder because I wanted to kiss her."Steven, why am I here
The rain came down in a relentless cascade, each drops a reminder that my father, Lycan King Xavier, had died.As I stood amidst the solemn gravestones, the pitter-patter of raindrops echoed through the cemetery, blending with the soft sobs of mourning souls.I held tightly onto the umbrella, its canopy providing a feeble shield against the downpour, while my wife stood beside me, her presence a comforting anchor amidst my grief.I love my father. He wasn't a good husband, but he was a good person to our people in Silver Pack.He has done good and bad deeds. When he committed mistakes, I knew that he was just doing that for the sake of our pack. He managed the pack with his blood, sweat, and tears.Sylvia looked at me after she has done her few words for my father. It was my turn to speak.I grab the microphone and turn to everyone in front of our pack members. With a deep sigh, I begin to speak."My father and I didn't have a good relationship at the start. I was a rebellious child,
STEVEN'S POINT OF VIEWAs the soft tendrils of sleep began to release their hold on me, I stirred in the warmth of the tangled sheets.The night had been a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, leaving Nathalie and me both sated and exhausted.With a contented sigh, I nestled closer to her, basking in the afterglow of our love.But our reverie was abruptly shattered by the insistent chime of the doorbell, echoing through the quiet of the early morning. Nathalie and I exchanged a weary glance, wondering who could be calling at such an hour.As I reluctantly rose from the bed, Nathalie followed suit, her expression mirroring my own confusion and concern.Wrapping a robe around my shoulders, I made my way to the door, my senses on high alert.Standing on the threshold was a figure cloaked in white, a healer's uniform stained with patches of crimson.My heart skipped a beat at the sight, dread clawing at my insides as I struggled to comprehend why he was there and how he knew we were there."
As I took Steven's hand in mine, leading him towards the staircase, I could feel my heart fluttering with anticipation.His warm fingers intertwined with mine, sending a surge of electricity coursing through me."Where are we going?" Steven's voice broke through my thoughts, his curiosity evident in his tone."To the bedroom," I replied, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my lips.Steven's eyes widened in surprise at my words, and I couldn't help but laugh softly as I covered his mouth with my hand, relishing in the playful moment.I was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy as I led him up the stairs, each step bringing us closer to the sanctuary we had created together.As we reached the top of the staircase, Steven turned to me, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of desire and affection."What do you want, baby? Hmmm?" His voice was husky, sending shivers down my spine as he brushed aside a stray strand of hair, his lips gently grazing my skin in a tender kiss."I
The air was filled with the heady aroma of roasted meats, laughter, and the joyful chatter of my fellow pack members as we celebrated the successful marking day of Steven and me.It was a night of triumph, a night of unity, as the Starlight Sentinels and Silver Pack joined together, marking a new era of strength and solidarity.Amidst the jubilation, I found myself standing beside Steven, my heart swelling with pride as Lycan King Xavier himself congratulated me for surviving the arduous ordeal of the marking."Congratulations, Nathalie. You have proven yourself to be worthy of my son. I knew that you are a gem." His words were a balm to my weary soul, reminding me of the strength and resilience I had discovered within myself."Thank you, Lycan King Xavier," I said, bowing my head a little to show respect for him.But as the festivities continued, Steven's voice cut through the revelry, drawing the attention of all present."Father, there's something I need to discuss with Nathalie,"
As I lay there, feeling the life draining from my body, I could sense a presence in the temple. The air seemed to shimmer, and I saw her— the Moon Goddess, radiant and ethereal, standing before me.Her presence was both awe-inspiring and comforting, like a warm embrace enveloping my soul. I felt drawn to her, as if she held the key to some great mystery."Nathalie," her voice echoed in my mind, gentle and soothing like a soft breeze. "It is time to leave this world behind and come with me to a place beyond heaven and earth."Her words washed over me, filling me with a sense of peace and tranquility. For a moment, I was tempted to reach out and take her hand, to follow her into the unknown.But then, a thought flashed through my mind— my pack, my loved ones waiting for me. I couldn't leave them behind, not yet.Steven...Sylvia, my mother. How about the family I always dreamed of?"I can't," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself. "I still have my pack, my family. They ne
As Steven became the new King of the Silver Pack, he wasted no time in initiating the ritual.Sylvia was there for me. "Are you ready, Nathalie?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips. I smiled back at her and held her hands. "Yes, mother. I am more than ready."Her eyes gleamed with tears as she pulled me into a warm embrace. "You will survive. You're a strong woman, Nathalie. You may not be my biological daughter, but I know you can do it!"I let out a chuckle to ease the tension in the room. Lycan King Xavier looked at me and asked, "Just tell us if you want to change your mind. No one is forcing you to do this, my dear..."I nodded at him and turned to Steven, who had been watching me intently earlier. He still had his robe and cap wrapped around his body after the inauguration.He wanted to proceed immediately.I wanted it too."I'm sorry..." he whispered, looking into my eyes and pushing a strand of hair from my cheek."Why are you apologizing to me?" I chuckled at him."I'm so
My body felt so hot after Steven kissed me. It was like a fire ignited when his body touched my skin. We only stopped kissing when I couldn't breathe anymore."You alright?" he asked, gently pushing me against the bed and cupping my chin.I nodded and chuckled. "Yes, I am.""Good," he whispered and crashed his lips against mine. This time, the intensity of his kiss was more... like he was searching for something. So intense, so dark, like him."Fuck, your lips taste so sweet. I can't get enough of it," he growled against my ear and licked it. The sensation was new to me."S-Steven... w-what are you d-doing?" I asked, almost out of breath. But he didn't stop. My moans only encouraged him to continue.He was licking it as if it were his favorite dessert."Steven!" I moaned his name again and tried to find something to hold onto, to release the tension building in my stomach."Yes, baby?" he asked, his voice dark and mysterious, like the moon in the night sky."S-Stop it... it's... tickl
I felt my body collapse as if every ounce of energy had been sapped from me. Darkness enveloped my senses, swallowing me whole into its abyss.Then, like a distant echo, consciousness crept back in, sluggish and disoriented.As I gradually awoke, my surroundings slowly came into focus. My eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the curtains, and the familiar sight of Steven's room greeted me.Panic surged through me as I tried to piece together what had happened."What... what happened?" My voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from disuse or perhaps from the ordeal I'd just endured.My gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar furniture, the posters adorning the walls, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows. It all seemed so ordinary, yet my mind raced with uncertainty."You're awake," Sylvia appeared in front of me. She was holding a cup of tea. Holding the cupboard, she put beside me, on the bed table. "How are you, my daughter?" I massaged my foreh