ANISHAMarkus had thrown me inside a chamber. He had commanded a Lycan, to my surprise. The Lycan was big and scary. I could remember how its mouth had dripped with saliva as it growled, its eyes filled with a feral hunger when it assisted me into this room. The Lycan had pushed me inside without any ounce of gentleness. I didn't care though. I expected the worst.I couldn't care when something was nagging me. It was the fact that the tower Markus lived in was bathed with magic that severed the Link I had with my mates. It made me more desperate and helpless, vulnerable and isolated. My mates were so near, yet far from my reach. Markus' mastery over magic was evident, as he had deliberately created barriers to prevent me from using my ability, however, we could transform, which meant, the magical barriers had limitations. He had established a calculated move. He stripped us of our advantages and created the playing field in his favor.Getting up from the sole bed the room had, I walk
Despite the exhaustion, I went on to find the exit with the lion ahead of me. I decided to venture deeper guided by the lion. I couldn't help but feel happy at the unlikely friendship that had formed between us. It was as if he understood my words when I spoke to him.His presence gave me strength. I was no longer alone. He led me through the labyrinthine corridors. He knew the place I could tell it. The lion exuded a regal aura, his golden mane flowing majestically as he led the way."I trust you, Pop," I told him, caressing his mane. It created a sound and I took it as a response. "Take me somewhere safe for now."The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and decay, reminding me of the oppressive hold Markus had over this place.The corridors seemed to twist and turn endlessly, but the lion navigated them with confidence. "What is this?" The lion led me into a room bathed with yellow light. Mesmerizing. I stepped into the room bathed in yellow light, and a sense of calmness
I woke up with a start and sat upright, startled by the loud and angry voice that filled the room. As my gaze met Markus's furious eyes, I felt a wave of adrenaline rushing through my veins. "So, you managed to slip away," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "But don't think for a moment that you can outsmart me, Anisha."I held his gaze, my own eyes filled with defiance. I refused to cower under his intimidating presence. "I am not one to be controlled or manipulated, Markus. I will always find a way to fight back." His anger seemed to amplify at my words. He took a step toward me, his features contorted with rage. "I underestimated you, Anisha, but you think you have won," he laughed. "You are gravely mistaken. You're still here, and not just you.""Oh, that I don't forget, Markus." I stood up, but not making an attempt to stay far from the bed. I noticed Pop staring at me intently. "But as much as you wanted to me tremble from fear because you have my mates in that place,
"You're smart, my dear Ani. You see, if you were not born, the gift would remain in your mother. She will not die until she gives it up to the next bearer. You need not to be born. I don't need you, especially if it is a weak girl just like your mother. You would have had a different fate, save that you were born a boy."A sarcastic laugh bubbled in my chest. "You're cruelty knows no bounds. The Moon Goddess knew what to give and what's not, and who deserves it. My mother chose to pass the gift to me, to protect me from darkness, which is you, and keep the gift out of your hands. And until you find a way to extract the gift from me, I can live."Markus's eyes burned with fury as he stared at me, his fists clenched tightly. "You speak as if you have already won. I will find a way to break you, to take what rightfully belongs to me."He was really blinded by power and greed. He never once saw me as his child but as the culprit of the gift he thought he deserved. "As long as there is br
"He took her!"My heart sank at the woman's words. James' wife had been taken by the Lycan. It was not yet time for Markus' hunting game. What would he do with her?I scurried off to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Every second counted, and I couldn't afford to waste any more time. The thought of James' wife being in the clutches of the Markus' beast meant harm could befall her in no time.Nervously, I pushed open the door and ran into the dimly lit corridor beyond. I moved relying on my instincts. The faint sounds of distant growls and echoing footsteps echoed through the corridor. He was dragging her!I followed the sounds, my senses heightened, and my footsteps as quiet as possible. I was getting closer to the commotion, and I hoped against hope that I would find James' wife unharmed.As I turned a corner, I saw a glimpse of movement up ahead. My heart skipped as I recognized the figure of a woman, her form huddled against the wall. She was in a half-transformed state. H
As he lunged blindly toward me, I swiftly dodged his attack because he swung in my direction. He still had the sense of a Lycan. "I was talking to myself. Why, am I not allowed to talk to myself? Even that is denied?" Hazel snapped, dramatically. "I know someone is here?!" "You can't see anyone. There's just the two of us. It was my tail that hit your back because I couldn't breathe when you choked me. Are you going to kill me before Markus does? You think he'd be pleased?"The Lycan snarled. He looked confused for seconds. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his eyes scanning the area but he couldn't see me. Hazel's words seemed to strike a nerve, planting doubt in his mind."Markus won't be pleased if you harm me before he has the chance to hunt me," Hazel continued. "Anyway, you're just a pawn in his game, a tool to be discarded once you do something that will provoke him. Is that right?"The Lycan growled, his anger evident. He glanced back and forth between Hazel and his surro
I struggled against Markus, clawing at him, doing everything in my power to free Hazel from his grasp. I could see my mates and the others inside the glass walls screaming and shouting but all mute to my ears. With one swing of his hand, Markus sent me rolling to the ground. Pain surged through my body as I hit the hard surface, my vision blurring for a moment. Shaking my head, I struggled to get back on my feet. I heard a loud thud followed by a painful groan. Markus towered over me, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You are persistent, I'll give you that," he sneered. "But you are nothing compared to me, Ani." I saw Hazel on the floor. I didn't see what Markus did to her.Before I could react, Markus unleashed a shower of attacks, each strike hitting me with a force that felt like a tidal wave. I fought back in my half-transformed state, using every ounce of strength I could muster and agility I possessed, but it was clear that Markus was far more powerful.I refused to give
"Come on, show me more, Anisha!" He came closer, his eyes filled with malicious intent, his teeth baring. I stood tall, my eyes locked on him. Hazel was limp on the floor. Her human form was already battered. Drawing on some will of strength within me, I focused on which part of Markus's body would be weak enough to receive an attack. But he was fast to pounce towards me with a savage growl, his claws extended, ready to tear me apart.With fast reflexes, I sidestepped his attack, barely avoiding his deadly claws. "My turn," I struck at his exposed flank, aiming for a critical spot. My claws connected with his flesh, drawing blood and eliciting a roar of pain from him. The force of the impact caused him to stumble, momentarily losing his balance. But as the formidable adversary that he was, he regained his footing swiftly and fought back with renewed fury. He was fast and his claws slashed my stomach, leaving a deep gash that seared me with pain. I gritted my teeth. He was no lon
"Don't stop, Kaz, babe!" I gasped, my voice so needy. My body was on the brink of ecstasy, every movement of Kazimir's length inside my walls sending delicious pleasure coursing through me. The sensation of him stretching me as he pulled out, only to push back in again swiftly, had my senses reeling with the intensity of it all. "I can't get enough of you, mate. I just can't," he murmured as he thrust and I felt even more driven and pleased. My mouth found its way back to Kallum's length and enclosed my lips around him once again. The taste of him, the sounds of his hisses and grunts as I did him, were like music to my ears. "You're getting so much better each time, Muffin," Kallum's voice reached me. I beamed internally. I wanted to please them so much. "You learn so fast." The sensations intensified as Kazimir's movement went harder and faster. "So wet. You're dripping," he breathed, his hand venturing to the front and finding my clit. The sensation of his skilled fingers drum
"Stop it!" I linked them so the pleasure would stop, which they immediately did.The vibrations immediately stopped. I found myself catching my breath, my heart still racing from the unexpected surge of pleasure. I took a moment to compose myself, realizing how my emotions were now tangled up in a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I'm...sorry, Darren. I'm okay though," Ugh! It was frustrating. "What happened?" he looked genuinely concerned. I couldn't possibly answer him honestly!"Get your hands off her!" Kazimir's grip tightened around me, his protective stance clear, while Kallum leveled a challenging gaze at Darren.The tension was palpable as Kallum stepped forward, invading Darren's personal space, angry and dominant."Stop it, Kall!" I interjected, frustration was bubbling up from within me."He was touching you!" Kallum's voice was edged with jealousy.I could feel the weight of people's prying eyes on us already. We were making a scene."No, he was helping me," I quickly cla
"Check this out, babe. I'm digging this one," Kallum chimed, holding up a night dress and giving it a thoughtful once-over. Meanwhile, Kazimir was in the underwear section, presumably on the hunt for something interesting.I couldn't help but feel a blush creep onto my cheeks as I stood in the middle of the shopping chaos, trying to suppress any gasps or moans that threatened to escape. Actually, I couldn't give two hoots about the envious or curious glances from the people around us. My attention was too wrapped up in the sensations tingling through me. After all, my naughty mates had me wearing vibrating panties, and for some wild reason, they had decided a shopping trip was in order.Let's just say, the store was bustling with more than just your average retail therapy, and I was the visual representation of trying to keep it cool while electric sparks of pleasure decided to join the shopping party."Um, yeah, that dress looks nice," I managed to mumble, my voice a tad higher than
"Ahhh, the monster wave is coming to get me!" Aurelia let out a dramatic scream, running away from the water's edge with arms flailing when she spotted a particularly not-so-big wave heading her way.The twins watched her with wide eyes, surprised and in awe. I saw Kazimir and Kallum exchanging amused glances, knowing exactly where this had started. Splashy Monster. The sun was shining brightly, casting a sparkling reflection on the peaceful surface of the lagoon. We had decided to spend a fun-filled day at the lagoon. This location held a special place in my heart, evoking a subtle warmth within me. I internally blushed. Well, I knew that when my kids grew up, they would create their own memories in this very same place. However, the details of our escapades here were perhaps best left untold.Aurelia, now nine years old, was the ringleader of the day's activities, and the twins, two years old, were all eyes and giggles as they took in their surroundings.Imagine our surprise when t
Their combined attention was driving me wild. I could feel the warmth pooling between my thighs, aching for their touch. Kallum's lips found mine in a heated kiss, his fingers tracing a path down my body, igniting a trail of sensations. "Let's show our queen just how much we appreciate her," he murmured against my lips. Kazimir's hand slipped beneath the fabric of my night dress, his touch was hungry and arousing. "Every curve, every inch." I gasped as his fingers brushed my clothed front. "You both certainly know how to make a queen feel appreciated," I managed to tease, my voice came in breathless. Kallum's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Oh, we're just getting started, muffin." Kazimir's touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing the vertical line to my crevice. "We have a whole world of appreciation to show you." Their words and actions worked in perfect harmony and I arched into their touch, my body responding to everywher
NARRATOR'S POV In the heart of the packhouse, our living room was a hub of activity. Family and friends had gathered for a casual afternoon get-together. Hazel and James with their daughter Aryana, were present too. I felt so happy and glowing now in my fifth month of pregnancy. I felt the love around me. I recalled the day we discovered we were carrying twins. My mates were over the moon. They punched the air and exchanged high-fives, so elated. The joy that had radiated from them was so infectious they both screamed the news through the entire pack link. Having twins was something they had always hoped for, a wish that ran deep within their blood. It was a trait that seemed to be woven into the fabric of our pack's lineage. My attention was drawn to my daughter who was now a bubbly ball of energy at her young age. Her excitement was plain to see as she dashed around, her laughter trailing behind her like a melodic song as she played with Aryana and Tiana. As I settled comf
ANISHA"Are you sure about this?" I asked Emmett, my mind processing the weight of the news he had just shared. We were all gathered in the packhouse, the atmosphere heavy with apprehension. The news they brought home was something that left me torn, a piece of news that I couldn't quite decide how to feel about.As I looked around the room, the emotions of those around me seemed to mirror my own inner turmoil. My mother, Annora, sat beside me, her expression unreadable. Beside her, Lewis mirrored her silence. My mates' brows deepened in concentration. "Why would Lysandros do that?""No one really knows," Emmett replied. "But he left a message for you.""For me?" "He won't bother your family, so he'll take the easiest path that will lead either to his happiness or end." He said. I let out a sigh. That meant he was sincere and meant no harm to us anymore. Lysandros closed his residence and went into hibernation, tapping a connection to magic and the supernatural. The concept of sl
Kallum hooked his arms around my legs, spreading them wide and guiding his length to my sleek folds. The anticipation of his touch had my breath catching in my throat, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. His length nudged against my clit, a teasing sensation that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, feeling the delicious friction that ignited between us.In one powerful thrust, Kallum embedded himself inside me, the sensation so intense that it felt like the air was knocked out of me. The abruptness of the movement, the feeling of being filled completely, left me panting and screaming for their names. My breath caught in my throat. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire, each inch of his length igniting a new wave of sensation. As he held himself there, buried deep inside me, my walls clamped around him, the sensation felt so good. I was so wet. "Kaz, I want you in my... mouth again," I cried out, the intensity of Kallum's thrusts never slowing down. Th
"Oh, that's cold!" I gasped, the sensation of the ice cream against my pussy sending a jolt of surprise through me. But my gasp turned into a moan when Kazimir devoured me, his actions showing that he wasn't kidding around. The heat of his mouth against the cold sweetness of the ice cream created a whirlwind of sensation that left me breathless and wanting more.And as if that wasn't enough to send me spiraling into a world of pleasure, Kallum traced his lips over my breast. The mixture of their touches – one sweet and cold, the other warm and teasing – had me arching my back, a low, involuntary moan escaping my lips."Cold is now the new kind of hot, pet," Kazimir said before diving back again, spreading my lower lips, his touch both aggressive and hungry. His tongue prodded in, a contrasting sensation of cold and heat that made my breath hitch with shock and pleasure. I felt my core tighten and my desire increase as he explored my wetness. The movement of his tongue was gentle, yet