Jessica smiled broadly while imagining her life as the Luna of the Graceland Pack. There were so many things she would change so she could make the pack better for every wolf, not just the ones that were of high ranks.
“Pookie-Bear, are you OK?" Cory asked, pulling her out of her trance. "Oh yes, I'm fine,” she smiled, a blush tinting her cheeks. With a growl, he took another whiff of her neck. "You smell amazing." This time, he ran his hands down her thighs and under her skirt. Jessica wanted to resist, but his touch felt so good. "I want you so much. If I don't have you now, my wolf will go mad,” he growled. “Please just let me slip it in. I won't go all the way in, just the tip," he begged, squeezing her pussy through her panties. Jessica moaned in pleasure, arching her back and clenching her muscles together. Since it was the first full moon after Cory's wolf recognized her as his mate, her body was going into heat. She felt a fire burning deep within her. It was like she couldn't resist him anymore, his handsome face and pleading eyes made her knees wobble, and so she finally gave in. "Alright, but only the tip,” she breathed out. Afraid that Jessica would change her mind, Cory didn't have time to take his or Jessica's clothes off. He just shifted her underwear to the side and rolled his pants down just enough to take his member out. Jessica inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, waiting for him to enter. Cory pushed the tip against the entrance, gently coaxing it to open wide. He sunk the cusp inside and Jessica cried out in pain, then she yelled louder when her back hit the wall of the closet and her welts began to burn her even more. She hissed and swallowed hard bracing for impact. "That's it Pookie, you can do it," Cory purred. It was at that moment Jessica realized Cory was going back on his promise. He had no intentions of just putting the tip inside. His beastly urges took over, and he shoved all of himself inside of Jessica, tearing her hymen to shreds. “It hurts! Please stop!” The poor girl held on for dear life as she endured his relentless thrust. Two minutes of agonizing pain and Cory discharged his seed inside of Jessica's belly. Panting and sweating, Cory released a huge breath as he slipped his shaft from Jessica's centre. "That was amazing, Pookie-Bear," he lamented, grinning with his eyes closed, feeling accomplished. "Yeah, I guess it was," Jessica whispered, with tears skimming down her face. Her vagina felt like it was on fire, and her brain still couldn't fully register that she had just lost her virginity in the supply closet in the basement of the pack house. "Woah, look at the time," Cory whistled as he checked his watch. "I'm late for training. You know the drill, babe," he winked, pulling up his pants and fixing his belt. "Yeah, you leave first, and I wait ten minutes before I exit the closet," Jessica recited. This might have been their first time having sex, but they had made out a hundred times in the supply closet since they realized they were mates, surely she knew the routine by now. "See you tomorrow night, same time?" He asked. "Sure," Jessica answered. "But wait, aren't we gonna see each other at the Luna's Ball later? You promised to introduced me to your friends." "Huh, I don't think so," Cory scratched his head. "Balls are lame, plus I'm eighteen and I don't find these gatherings fun anymore. My friends and I are thinking about going down by the Lake." "OK," Jessica said sadly. "Don't be sad, Pookie-Bear, I'll miss you too. Hey, if my mother didn't need you to work the party, I'd love for you to come with us," he leaned in and kissed her lips and her insides melted. "Oh Cory, you're so sweet,” she giggled. "I know, babe," he grinned. "Anyway, wear something sexy under your clothes later," he insisted. "Maybe we could meet up and have another go when everyone's asleep," he wiggled his brow. "OK," Jessica smiled. Cory unlocked the door and craned his neck outside to see if anyone was around. He took a whiff of the air to confirm, and then he stepped out of the closet. "See you later, Jessica." "See you later, Cory. I love you," she let out. She expected him to say it in return, but all she got was his retreating footsteps going up the stairs.Jessica was on cloud nine, she had just lost her virginity to her mate, the man she intended to spend the rest of her life with. She remembered the night she found out that Cory was her mate, and even though she didn't have her wolf, she felt the sparks when he touched her and kissed her lips. He kissed her like he was dying of thirst and only her lips could quench his thirst. Jessica was scared at first, because Cory had always been a bully to her, just like the rest of his family. His younger twin sisters, Margret and Margarita were just as bad. They wouldn't only beat and belittle her. They would also break stuff around the pack-house and then blame it on poor Jessica and the Luna would always punish her by whipping her in the fields. Alpha Conroy, however was a different kind of bully. The type that turned a blind eye to the abuse sh
"No!" Jessica gasped. Maybe she didn't hear him right. How could the alpha even consider making her his second wife? He must be mad. Luna Magda would probably kill them both before she would be able to even make it to the aisle. Plus, what about Cory? There's no way he would just stand back and let his father marry his mate. "Yes, little one," Alpha Conroy chuckled. "Don’t look so surprised. You heard me right. I want you to be my wife." "But you already have a wife and the pack already have a Luna," Jessica tried to reason her way out of this. "I know all of that, little one and certain things won't change," he explained. "Magda will continue to be Luna of the pack. You will simply be my wife. The one I bring to balls, functions, holidays and such. Magda's place is to stay here and solve various pack problems and make sure the schools and hospi
Magda's face went pale. “Wh-who told you?” She gulped, terrified that her husband was going to kill her now. She thought she had everyone involved taken care of. No one was supposed to know that it was her and not hunters who killed Jessica's parents. "No one had to tell me. I knew the moment I heard Steven and Lisa were murdered,” Conroy admitted. “It took everything in me not to skin you alive back then.” Hearing her parents' names made Jessica lift her head as she tuned into the discussion between the alpha and Luna. “I saw how you looked at her, Conroy. She was beautiful and young,” Magda scoffed. “When I found out she was your true mate, I despised her.” “But I rejected her to be with you,” Conroy explained. “She found a second chance mate in that farmer.” Jessica was there in shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Oh please, you only married me for my father’s pack. I knew this back then, but I thought after being with me, you would at least grow to li
In a state of turmoil, Jessica fled from the alpha's office. She didn't care if she looked a mess, with blood staining her face. She needed to find Cory and tell him he had to admit to his parents that she was his mate and that he wished to be with her. Before she made it to the corridor that would take her to her mate's room, the two younger girls with red hair and brown eyes intercepted her. One caught her by her hand and the other grabbed her by the hair. "Look, sister. It's the slave girl," Margarita laughed. Her red hair was curly like that Disney princess, Merida. Her brown eyes were dark with specks of green in them. "I see that, sis. What is the little omega doing running around our house like this? She knows better than to be seen in this part of the building," Margret pulled harder on Jessica's hair, causing her to wince. "Oh, she's got a busted l
Jessica lacked the strength to continue her search for Cory. He must have been out for a run because he wasn't in his chambers or training in the fields. The small omega girl went back to the barn and used a bucket to draw water from the well. It was difficult and painful since her left rib was bruised and broken. She stripped naked, and stood behind the shed where she previously placed the bucket of water, then she used the fragments of crushed soaps she gathered while cleaning the bathrooms in the pack-house to take a quick bath, making sure to wash herself thoroughly. She didn't need another werewolf to smell that she had lost her virginity, even though it was to her mate. It was still embarrassing. All she longed for was to be with Cory and have him hold her in his arms. O
The day of the ball arrived, but Jessica was feeling a bit under the weather. She was having fainting spells and an upset stomach. She kept vomitting out all the meals she had ingested. Yes, she wasn't a stranger to illnesses, but she thought since the beatings had stopped, and she had access to a little more food she would be getting stronger instead of feeling like complete crap, so she took a trip to the pack hospital to do a routine checkup. She entered the hospital, trying to ignore the pain in her body. This wasn't like her. She had been sick before but not like this. She couldn't pinpoint the cause of it. The white corridors and smell of ammonia were driving her insane. "Let's just get this over with," she said to herself. ******** Half an hour later, the doctor was giving her the news of her test results. "Well Miss T
Evening descended quickly, and the moonlight added a serene beauty to the dark night. The ball was about to begin as the guests arrived one by one and sometimes two by twos. Jessica still hadn't seen Cory, so she figured he must have been down by the lake with his friends. She wanted to see him and tell him the wonderful news. Though she was nervous, She really believed that he would make everything better for her. Holding the front of her dress tightly, she dashed through the forest and headed to Blue Water Lake. She didn't care that her wounds still ached, or that she was getting muck all over the hem of her dress. Cory would still find her beautiful regardless of her fresh scar, courtesy of his mother and the mud stains on her dress. She continued on her journey. She had only been down by the lake once, and it was a gorgeous sight. It's usually where teens from the pack sneak away to have sex. A blush crept up on Jessica's face when she imagined Cory taking her by th
THIRTEEN YEARS AGO With sweaty palms, Kanyon Coldblood waited for Eleanor to make her way to him. All the lycans within a thousand-mile radius gathered to witness the king's wedding to Princess Eleanor. The king's heart went into overdrive when his ears picked up the sound of the door opening. "She's here," his inner beast spoke excitedly. From the high podium of the chapel, they watched her walk in. With a stunning and magnificent smile, she grasped her bouquet and strolled down the aisle adorned with rose petals. In just a few minutes, they exchanged their vows and sealed it with a kiss as they became husband and wife. It was rare for a lycan to meet their true mate. Only the mightiest and most favoured lycans found mates, which is why King Kanyon Coldblood couldn't hide his happiness upon meeting his mate in Princess Eleanor Blackwood. The couple dedicated years to planning their wedding due to the wars and economy, but they didn’t care, it was worth the wait. No
"WEREWOLVES! Out here!" Jessica panicked. "Shh, keep your voice down," Kanyon shushed her. "I think these could be the same ones who left you out here to die.""What do they want? But why are they back?" Jessica was worried. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out." He grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her in front of some bushes. "I will need you to hide over there," he pointed to the ferns."But —," Jessica bit down on her bottom lip. She glanced between the bushes and Kanyon. "I know you're scared, but I promise in the Moon Goddess's name I won't let no harm come to you," he assured her. "Before you hide, I'm going to need your permission to do something.""What's that?""I'm going to have to cover your scent with mine."Jessica arched her brows. "How will you do that unless you mark me or —" she paused, a blush creeping on her face.With a smirk, the king declared, "I must lick you all over."Jessica turned her gaze away and clutched the coat more tightly around herself.
As the sun rose, it chased away the fog up the mountains, casting its warmth and golden glow over the meadows surrounding the Warmblood Pack. After dinner last night, Jessica decided to go to bed early, while the king, Cameron, and the alpha remained in the study discussing strategies for border protection. Kanyon shared his knowledge on handling rogue lycans. Cameron even offered to hunt for the she-lycan since he was a lycan himself, which meant she wouldn't detect his presence if he masked his scent.Jessica awoke to the delightful aroma of pancakes and eggs. Her muscles felt tight, but once she stepped into the shower, the warm water worked magic to relax the tension in her joints. After washing her hair, she dried it thoroughly before wearing baggy jeans and a green sweater. With the cold outside, it wouldn't be long before the snow started falling. She put on her coat and wrapped her scarf around her neck, then went to the door. When she opened it she saw Kanyon coming toward
"We're almost there," Cameron whispered to the King as he walked from the cockpit. The pilot told him they were just a few miles from the Warmblood pack. Kanyon decided to fly to their territory and then borrow a vehicle from Alpha Daniel so he could take Jessica to the spot where he found her. "You think I should wake her up?" Kanyon pulled the blanket up to Jessica's chin. She was lightly snoring with her head resting on his lap. "Give her a few more minutes," Cam replied as he sat down in the seat before the king. "She's going through a lot, isn’t she?" "Too much for one person to bear," the king sighed. Out of nowhere, Cam and the king sensed a shift in the atmosphere when Jessica's body started to tremble. "Please, Luna! Please, I didn't mean to sleep in!" Jessica screamed, putting her hands up in a defensive position. She flinched. "It hurts. Please stop, Luna. I'm so-sorry," she shrieked in fear. "Wake her up!" Cam roared. "Hey, Jessica. Wake up." Kanyon s
"She's healing," Doctor Peterson nodded as he examined Jessica. He found himself somewhat intrigued by how Jessica treated the king, as though she was his equal. Doctor Peterson didn't appreciate that. She was filth. Even though he didn't normally discriminate, he wanted the King to let this wolf know her place. "So can I start training now?" Jessica urged, hoping she would get the answer she so desired. "I can't wait for our one-on-one sessions, King Kanyon. I want to see what you got," she joked around, and Kanyon smirked. He was loving her enthusiasm. "So doctor, what's the verdict?" Jessica demanded again. Instead of responding, the doctor focused on writing his notes. "Well, can she?" Kanyon grunted, finding the doctor's actions rude. Dr. Peterson curtailed his head, his voice came out shaky. "She can do some light exercising, like speed walking and stretches, but nothing too rigorous."Jessica frowned in displeasure. She was excited to start training so she could enhance her
Jessica was back inside her bedroom. Although she had an amazing day with King Kanyon, her joy didn't last long, because now that she was alone, all she could think about was her innocent child. Steven didn't deserve to die like that. He was entitled to a life filled with love, happiness with his true mate, raising their pups, growing old together, and eventually dying when he was old and gray. Jessica cried as she recalled that she never had the chance to hold her child. She never experienced the scent of his skin, looked into his eyes, or discovered who he looked like the most. Magda along with the entire Graceland Pack deprived her of that. In a hurry, Jessica pulled off her gown, almost damaging the zip. Visiting her baby's grave again reminded her of the pain and anger she felt. "That's it! I have to get my revenge," she muttered as she got dressed in a sweatpants and a t-shirt. She decided she was going to see the King. She needed to request a favour from him. *******"Camer
An hour of walking and Jessica was feeling the burn in her calves. She felt exhausted and struggled to find a way to inform the King. He was just talking and walking, enjoying himself as he showed her around. She remembered what Lucy had said, that he hadn’t been the same since his wife died. She observed him as he opened his mouth and shared stories about the bakery, expressing how much he enjoyed visiting it on Sundays during his childhood. But the manner how he spoke told her he was way older than he looked. He explained that they would bake bread and place it in the chimney for protection during the winter months. The king finally took a hold of her palm. He only became aware of his actions when he noticed her hand stiffen. He froze. “Forgive me, I got carried away.” “Don’t be,” Jessica smiled. “I’m enjoying the history of your community.” The King noticed the flush on her face. “You look exhausted. Do you want to sit? Are you thirsty?” Jessica sighed. “I could use a s
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Lucy forced Jessica to sit down in the chair before the vanity. "Now let's tame this mane," Lucy frowned as she grabbed some of Jessica's tangled hair. "When last did you run a comb through this?" "This isn't necessary," Jessica protested, but Lucy had already started combing through it. Jessica flinched as Lucy tried to get the knots out. "Look, I got strict orders from the top to have you look perfect for the king," Lucy admitted. "Now hold still and let me make you prettier." Jessica wondered. "Strict orders from whom?" "Someone who wants to see the King smile again," she answered. "Ever since his wife died, he has not been the same." "His wife died," Jessica repeated. "That's so sad." "Please don't tell him I told you that," Lucy cleared her throat. "The king doesn't like talking about it. Nobody here likes to talk about it. It was such a tragedy." "Don't worry, I won't tell him you said anything," Jessica assured her and Lucy relaxed and continued styling her hair
Jessica wondered to herself while drying her body, "Did the King actually lick my chin?" She was careful with her c-section scar. The medication she took reduced her physical pain, too bad it couldn't alleviate the pain in her heart. She ensured she kept the wound dry while washing herself to promote faster healing without complications. Jessica wrapped a towel over her hair and then another around her body. She came out of the bathroom and made her way to the bedroom. She almost jumped out of her skin when she saw the tall woman standing by the bed. "Goddess!" The woman approached her gracefully. "Forgive me, madam. I didn't mean to startle you." Jessica gulped, resting a hand on her chest. "It's OK, I just wasn't expecting to see someone in here." "So the King didn't tell you he was sending up some clothes from storage?" The woman gestured to the dresses on the bed. "Yes, yes!" Jessica giggled. "He did." The woman laughed, stretching her palm for a handshake. "I'm Lucy, the