Alora’s POVMy eyes went wide as the light dimly returned, illuminating a surreal and deeply unsettling scene. As the haze lifted, I found myself staring at the goddess, the healer goddess herself, laid out naked on a bed draped in dark silks, her body flawless and seemingly crafted to entice mortals. Butt fucking naked. Her skin was smooth, the contours of her body curving in a way that made her appear both ethereal and entirely seductive. I mean, she is a goddess sos he is allowed to create herself. Despite myself, something stirred within me at the sight of her, an undeniable appreciation for her beauty, even as revulsion bubbled beneath it. She was a sight for sour eyes and she knew it. Beside her, Rune sat on the bed, looking utterly disoriented, his brows furrowed as if he’d just awakened from a dream he couldn’t quite remember. I’m not sure what to feel. His eyes darted around, then landed on her. Confusion turned to rage as his jaw clenched, fists tightening against the s
Alora’s POVThe goddess's lips curved into a smirk as she leaned back, lounging with an air of absolute command. Her eyes glinted with a new hunger, as if an idea had just sparked. I just knew I was going to have her if she said anything more. “Actually,” she purred, tracing a languid finger along the sheets, “I’ve changed my mind. I want you to join, too.”My jaw dropped, the disbelief so palpable that I stared at her like she had completely lost her mind. Surely, she was joking. There had to be a shred of humanity, of basic decency, lurking somewhere beneath that ethereal, twisted mask. But her expression remained unmoved, her gaze level and far too serious for this to be anything less than real. There was none. She wasn’t fucking joking. She wanted us to have sdx with her. In her twisted mind. She tilted her head, that smug smile spreading as she continued, “I haven’t had mortals I didn’t create myself in… well, ever. I want to try you. You two seem… promising.” Her eyes raked
Alora’s POVThe atmosphere shifted dramatically as another figure strode into the chamber, her presence commanding immediate attention. She looked remarkably similar to the goddess who had already ensnared us in her twisted game, yet there was an air of maturity about her. This new goddess radiated an ancient power, a depth of experience evident in the way she carried herself. Her long hair flowed like liquid silver down her back, catching the dim light, and her features were sharper, more defined, a woman who had seen millennia pass.As she approached the healer goddess, a strange tension crackled in the air. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed the healer softly, an intimate exchange that surprised even me. The healer goddess's eyes widened momentarily in shock before they fluttered shut, melting into the kiss, her surprise morphing into desire. They groped each other for a few moments, hands exploring bare skin, a primal hunger exchanged between them. The new goddess low
Rune’s POVI slowly came to consciousness, a soft warmth enveloped me, contrasting sharply with the cold stone beneath my back. I blinked against the dim light filtering into the dungeon-like chamber, my senses gradually sharpening. It didn’t take long for the realization to set in: I was not alone. Alora was pressed against my side, her skin warm and bare against mine, her delicate form molded to me as if we were two pieces of a puzzle. My heart raced as I absorbed the scene around us. The heavy iron bars of a cell loomed just a few feet away, casting long shadows that danced in the flickering light of torches mounted on the walls. The air was thick and musty, a stark reminder of the grim surroundings. Panic surged through me. Where the hell were we? Why am I always getting locked these days?I tried to sit up, but Alora stirred beside me, her body shifting slowly, her face scrunching up as if she were grappling with the remnants of a dream. “Rune?” she murmured, her voice hoars
Rune’s POVThe room seemed to hum with an unseen force, one that seeped into my bones and made my skin prickle with unease. I tightened my grip around Alora, feeling her shiver against me, her silent tears warm as they trailed down my chest. I knew what those tears were for, even if she couldn’t bring herself to speak it. Our daughter was still out there, somewhere beyond the reach of this game and we were helpless to protect her.Alora buried her face in my shoulder, her anguish raw and unfiltered. Her vulnerability cut through me, sharper than any blade, and I wished I could shield her from this humiliation, from the hands of these goddesses who treated us like toys.But just as I braced for whatever wickedness the sisters had in store, the air shifted once more, heavier this time, thick with authority and an ancient power that settled into the very stones of the dungeon. A chill ran down MY spine. Even the two goddesses, who had been reveling in our suffering only moments ago, st
Alora’s POVShortly after the Moon Goddess left, the hooded goddess entered. She moved with a quiet, steady grace over the floor. She approached silently, then held out two neatly folded sets of clothes.“Put these on,” she said, her voice soft but leaving no room for question.I exchanged a glance with Rune, and we both dressed quickly, the fabric strange but surprisingly comfortable. It felt odd, the simple act of wearing clothes again, and I sensed Rune’s protectiveness bristling under the surface. As soon as we finished, she gestured for us to follow her through the stone corridor, leading us to a dimly lit chamber. A table was set, two plates filled with food, and though my stomach was tight with tension, I realized how hungry I was. We sat down and ate, though Rune watched her carefully, his suspicion plain.Finally, she turned to him. “I need to speak to her alone.”Rune tensed, his hand drifting protectively toward mine. “If you think I’ll leave her here alone with you—”She
Alora’s POV“The witches have been trying to stir war with the gods because their goddess was banished. They want revenge and they are coming for our mortal lineage.” “There’s more to this than you realize. My curse was not just for breaking a rule. It was to keep you hidden, safe. But I failed in that, and now they know.” “Your father… is a lycan. The last of its kind and that was what attracted me to him in the first place. The gods wanted him because he defied them to become a lycan. They know you carry his blood, a bloodline they thought was wiped out.” She paused, a moment of hesitation. “Your daughter’s life is in danger, but she also holds the key to a power they fear.” A cold dread settled over me. “What power?” She stepped closer, her form half in shadow. “The power to break the gods' own curses. She could free mortals from the chains the gods and will have more lycans in the mortal realm. She could shift the balance. They can’t afford to let that happen.” “So… they wo
Alora’s POVHe tensed, a flicker of something crossing his eyes, worry, hesitation. His gaze drifted over to Nevaeh, then back to me. There was a weight to his expression, something more than the usual coldness.“I know what you’re thinking,” I said, my gaze softening at him. “If you’re worried about your pack, Rune, then go to them. I don’t need you to come with me. I just need my daughter safe. You can go back to them, to your responsibilities, if that’s what you want.”They also need him and I can’t keep dragging him down my problems. It seems like everything started with me not knowing my real parents then finding out they were the most powerful beings! He was silent, studying me, and for a moment, I saw the flicker of conflict behind his stoic exterior. But then, he shook his head, his resolve hardening. “I made a promise to you. And to her,” he murmured, reaching a hand out to brush his fingers across Nevaeh’s cheek. “I’ll see this through.”With a soft exhale, he drew me clos
Alora’s POV His thrusts turn impossible rougher and harder. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, his suffocating hand disappears and I come again. The second orgasm taking me by surprise. I’m floating and moaning low in my throat. Barely feeling his thumb flicking my clit to prolong my climax. I cannot even see clearly with tears and everything on my face. All I feel is intense pleasure. “No! Need you inside me now!” I whine when he abruptly pulls out. “I decide when you’ve earned my dick.” Bending me over as I grip the bed. He spanks my ass before spreading my cheeks until he can see where I ache most for his cock. He runs the pierced head around my gaping hole to my asshole. Pulling away when I push back, trying to slide him inside.Teasing. Tormenting. Punishing.“Rune, please. I need you.”“You’ve come twice, Red. Don’t come without my permission again. Good little sluts wait for commands.” He taunts, sliding the wide crown in my pussy. With that warning, he shoves insid
Alora’s POVStill in the web of passion, Rune forces me to my knees and pushes my hand against his leather belt. Fisting my hair he tilts my head. I love when he lost control of himself. “Take out my cock. Make it nice and wet.”I fumble with his buckle, my hands shaking but I manage and unzip him. No boxers, his dick springs free slapping against my lips. Grabbing his ass, I deep throat as many of his thick inches as I can. He is so fucking huge. The stretch always left me sore for days. The first time, I didn’t leave my bed for a day. Should’ve known not every man is blessed as my Rune. But the adrenaline, the chase left me incoherent. All I care about was finding bliss.“Take. More.” His hand puts pressure on my head, gagging me on his shaft so hard that tears and spit run down my face. “Show me what a filthy slut you are for my dick, Alora. How much you want your holes filled with my cum.” He growled out. His precum leaks on my tongue. I moan at the salty taste, sucking harde
Alora’s POV“Spread your legs. Let me see my pussy. It’s mine, isn’t it? Your tits, your cunt, and your ass.” When he talks like that? I jolt when he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. After I’ve widened my legs. His warm breath teases my puckered hole. My eyes falling closed, as if it’ll make me forget he’s shamelessly staring at my most forbidden part.My eyes slammed shut, as though darkness might make me forget how exposed I was under his intense gaze. Then, his tongue flicked over that forbidden spot, and my knees nearly buckled. “One day, you’ll take my cock here, Alora.” He murmured, low and wicked. His words tightened every muscle in my body. I can’t even say the word in my head. And he’s talking about fucking it. He bites down on my right ass cheek, making me cry out in pleasurable pain. “Rune… Please.” I whimper when he circles the same spot with his tongue. I gulp in oxygen when he licks again and trails downward to taste my dripping pussy.“I don’t know,” I whis
Alora’s POVRune’s grip on me was possessive with his powerful arms pulling me flush against his body as if he needed to feel every inch of me against him. For the first time in what felt like forever, we stayed like that silent, unmoving and just existing together. His warmth seeped into my skin and for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe this was enough. Maybe this quiet embrace could fix what we’d broken. Then his lips brushed my neck, soft and reverent at first. The tenderness unraveled something inside me. I whispered softly in his ear. “I need you.” His response was instant. The air around us shifted and in the blink of an eye, we were in his bedroom. I gasped, startled by the sudden change of scenery. He teleported us!“You—” I began but he cut me off with that familiar, smug smirk that could infuriate and enchant me all at once. “Surprised? Your mother returned my powers when she touched me. Guess she wanted me to have every advantage when it comes to keeping yo
Alora’s POVLater in the day, after breakfast was brought to our room and we shared a peaceful morning together and Rune told me that his parents wanted to see us. Specifically they wanted to meet Nevaeh. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The last time I saw Rune’s father, I had nothing but resentment in my heart for him and I knew Rune felt the same or maybe even more. But his mother? She was different. At least, she used to be. Nevaeh had been babbling nonstop playing with the edges of the blanket while Rune sat on the bed, watching her every move with an unreadable expression. I could see the love in his eyes when he looked at her, but there was also a storm brewing beneath it. A quiet anger that hadn’t subsided since we came back. “You’re still mad at him.” I said softly, breaking the silence. Rune’s jaw tightened but he didn’t deny it. “He forced me to marry Sienna. And then he tried to make sure you disappeared from the pack. Do you think I’ll just forgive that?” He mut
Alora’s POVI woke up to the softest warmth I’d felt in years, tucked between two hearts that mattered more than my own. Rune’s arms were wrapped tightly around Nevaeh and m. His grip was firm yet gentle as though holding on to us was the only thing keeping him grounded. I didn’t move at first. I just lay there listening to the sound of his breathing and the tiny little murmurs Nevaeh made in her sleep. For once, the world felt calm like we were the only ones that mattered.I tilted my head slightly and saw that Rune was already awake, his piercing gaze locked on me. His dark eyes were soft filled with something I couldn’t describe but knew I never wanted to lose. The guilt that had haunted them before was replaced with a quiet determination, a need to hold onto this fragile peace we had found. A need to make sure we are tightly boned together till the end of time. “Good morning.” I whispered my voice still raspy from sleep. He didn’t respond right away. Instead, his lips curved
Alora’s POVRune lay sprawled on the bed with his arms protectively wrapped around Nevaeh who was curled up against his chest. Her tiny hand rested over his heart rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breaths. They both looked so peaceful, so untouchable in that moment, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt a flicker of something I barely recognized anymore: contentment. My heart swelled as I watched them. It was such a simple scene yet it carried a weight I couldn't put into words. Seeing Rune like this so soft and unguarded and completely at ease with our daughter it felt like witnessing a side of him I’d only dreamed about. His lips curved into a small, sleepy smile as Nevaeh shifted closer and I felt tears prick my eyes. I didn’t even try to stop them. For once, they weren’t tears of pain or despair. They were tears of relief. This was my family. Our family. The ache in my chest softened as I allowed myself to just feel this moment. I wante
Third Person’s POVLunaria stood atop the mountain, the moon casting a cold silver light on her trembling form. The icy wind bit into her skin but she didn’t care. Her sapphire eyes burned with fury as they locked onto the figures below. It was Cyrus sitting smugly on a broken throne and Eirlys, whispering in his ear like a serpent coiling around its prey. The sight of them laughing, planning and mocking made her blood boil. She clenched her fists and for the first time in decades, she felt her powers stir. It was faint, like an ember buried beneath ash but it was enough to ignite her rage. The curse that had shackled her for so long and stripped her of her immortality, her dignity and her strength had begun to crack under the weight of her fury. The man who had once made her heart ache with love now filled it with intense hatred. Cyrus. The lycan who had seduced her and made her believe in a future she was forbidden to have and then shattered it all for power. She would’ve forg
Rune’s POVI stared at Alora like she wasn’t real like maybe she was just a dream my broken mind had conjured up. But she was here… walking back and forth from the bathroom to the room with her red hair bouncing around her thin shoulders like it had a mind of its own. Nevaeh trailed behind her on wobbly legs her little giggles filling the room and it hit me how much my daughter had grown in what felt like seconds. It was like I had been stuck in some kind of nightmare and now I was waking up centuries later to find everything had changed. Just that it was roughly a month ago. Nevaeh is indeed not a normal child. I tried to sit up, to do something but my body was useless. I couldn’t even lift my arm let alone get out of bed. The only thing I could manage was sending out a weak mindlink to Ethan, Jacob and my father, praying someone could tell me the pack was okay. After that threat from Cyrus, I need to make sure everyone is okay. “Everything is under control. The pack’s shaken bu