I woke up in a familiar room, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains.Steven's scent enveloped me, a heady mixture of musk and something indefinable.My eyes flickered open, and I found him sitting by the bedside, his gaze fixed on me."You're awake," his baritone voice rumbled through the silence, causing a jolt of surprise to course through me.My mind raced, trying to piece together the events that led me here.Why was I in his room? Why did I feel both comforted and unsettled by his presence?"Why am I here?" My voice came out hoarse, the words hanging heavy in the air as I struggled to orient myself.Steven's concern was palpable as he leaned closer, his piercing gaze searching mine. "You fainted earlier, Nathalie," he explained, his tone laced with worry. "Are you alright?"I fought to push down the rising panic, the gnawing fear clawing at the edges of my consciousness. "Yeah. It's... uhm, I faint most of these days."The lie slipped from my lips with practiced ea
Before I could utter anything in response, Steven pushed himself inside me. I couldn’t help but cry out as soon as his thick member went in—the immense pleasure and inevitable pain overwhelming me.His shaft was not something my body could easily accommodate.Even though he had diligently loosened me up with his fingers, my lower part squeezed him tightly, a feeble attempt to push back the foreign object.My stomach felt full to the brim, a slight bulge visible. Tears mixed with saliva trailed down my chin.He started to move his waist back and forth, then gripped my waist tightly and rammed in, pushing the rest of him inside me mercilessly.His rod, plunging into me without notice, suddenly hit my innermost part.This time, I couldn’t even scream. I could only tremble and manage to let out short gasps and cries.My wet and sticky insides convulsed, chewing at the large intruder.“Fuck, Nathalie…” A guttural moan escaped Steven.His adam’s apple bobbed, a seething voice shakingly utte
I didn't wait for the sun to set. Steven and I had spent the entire day having sex, fueled by passion and desire.But now, as I stirred from my slumber, a different kind of hunger gnawed at my insides, twisting my stomach into knots.He lay there beside me, peacefully asleep, his features softened by the gentle light filtering through the curtains.I couldn't help but trace the lines of his face, committing every detail to memory.This would be the last time I'd see him like this.Summoning every ounce of courage, I leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his right cheek, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down my spine."Goodbye, Steven," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.I gathered my clothes from where they lay scattered across the floor, dressing in haste as if the very act could shield me from the storm brewing inside.With trembling hands, I closed the door behind me, leaving Steven undisturbed in his slumber.Killian stood waiting for me in the garden, his pre
After the explosion, my mind immediately goes to my baby. Everything else fades into insignificance as I regain consciousness to a grim reality. Bars surround me, the cold metal pressing against my skin. Prison."Sylvia..." I whisper, the absence of my mother chilling me to the core."Lady Sabrina?" I call out, my voice reverberating in the desolate hallway."Is anybody there? Help me!" I scream, desperation clawing at my throat as I grasp at the bars of my cell."Please, help me!" I continue to plead until exhaustion claims me, and I drift into a fitful sleep.When I wake, a familiar voice pierces the silence, accompanied by the faces of my captors - Lovely and Sage. A police gamma lurks nearby, armed and ready. Rage floods my veins as I rise, striking the bars with a ferocity born of fury."Fuck you all! Where's my mother?!" I demand, teeth clenched in anger.Lovely's laughter cuts through the air like a blade. "Oh, you still have the energy to talk, huh? Don't worry, we took care o
My heart pounded in my chest like a drum as I paced back and forth in my dimly lit cell. Lovely’s accusations had thrown my world into chaos, and now, with the threat of Sage and Valeria's involvement threatening over me, fear clawed at my insides."She’s going to tell them," I muttered to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t let them hurt my child."I tried to quell the rising panic within me, forcing myself to sit down on the cold floor.Sleep offered temporary respite from my worries, but it was short-lived. The abrupt noise jolted me awake, my heart hammering against my ribs as I took in my surroundings.The police gamma, a familiar yet unwelcome presence, stood before me."Eat if you're hungry. Her Higness Lovely has been kind so you should be grateful." His words grated on my nerves, urging me to eat the unappetizing meal placed before me.Grateful? For what? For being imprisoned?"What are you staring at? Eat," he growled at me. I shook my head, declining the off
"My child..." I whispered, eyes widening as I glanced at Sage, desperation clawing at my throat. "Please help me! I think I'm about to give birth to my child..." My plea hung in the air, but Sage and Lovely only stared back at me, their expressions a mix of horror and anxiety. Lovely's hand shot out, fingers curling around a gun as her voice cracked with hysteria. "Goddamn it, just die! Die!" "Lovely!" Sage lunged for her, grappling for the weapon, but a deafening shot rang out, shattering the calm of the room as it struck a vase on the table. My heart stuttered, fear coursing through me as I cried out in hysterics. "Don't kill her, for God's sake! We need her to coerce Steven into surrendering, you reckless fool!" Sage's voice rose in a furious crescendo, his words a desperate plea tinged with anger. "I don't care! I hate her! Why does she have to be pregnant?!" Lovely's voice cracked with anguish, her grip on reality slipping. "Damon!" Sage barked, summoning his Beta with a shar
The sterile smell of antiseptic assaulted my senses as I blinked groggily, trying to make sense of my surroundings.My head throbbed with a dull ache, and a sense of disorientation clouded my thoughts.Memories flooded back in confused fragments—the blur of faces, the agonizing realization of my lost child.I awoke from a dream so vivid, so achingly beautiful, that it seemed cruelly mocking when reality shattered its fragile illusion.In that dream, I had a perfect family, the kind you see in picture frames, with laughter echoing in every corner of our home.But as consciousness clawed its way back, the dream dissolved like mist, leaving behind a hollow ache that settled in my chest.Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as the harsh truth crashed over me—I had suffered a miscarriage.The weight of loss pressed down on me, suffocating the air in my lungs when...A sudden, thunderous bang on the door jolted me from my grief-stricken reverie.My eyes darted towards the source of the dis
"I'm not going to hurt you. What happened to you, my child?" the stranger asked, his piercing gaze sweeping over me.His question shook me to the core.This man in front of me didn't know I was imprisoned. Does that mean he's not an ally to Sage and Lovely?A surge of hope ignited within me.Oh, Goddess! Finally, someone whom I could reach out to and seek help.I knelt before him, the weight of my suffering pressing down on me like a crushing burden. "I was imprisoned by the lycans. They threw me into their cell and left me to languish for a week. But somehow, I managed to escape."His brows furrowed with concern. "Who are these lycans?""Sage and Lovely..." I spat their names with venom, the bitterness of loss and betrayal seeping through my words. "They took my child from me..."A sharp intake of breath escaped him. "You were pregnant?""Yes! I miscarried because Lovely poisoned me! Sage subjected me to some kind of sterilizing potion, and then the healer... he took his own life!" M
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