Xavier A couple of hours passed before Renna finally stirred from her slumber. Throughout her unconsciousness, I had been vigilantly observing, clutching her hand tightly. However, as she awakened, a surge of anger surged within me, mirroring the sentiment shared by my wolf. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a frown etching across her face, “Xavier?” I prepared to express my frustration, the simmering anger once again bubbling beneath the surface. “Where am I?” she asked, her voice echoing in the dimly lit tent as she scanned her surroundings. The scent of earth mingled with the faint aroma of campfire smoke. Confusion etched on her face, she glanced down at her dirt-streaked clothes, a reminder of her harrowing fall off the cliff where she had bravely rescued a little girl. “You’re in my tent, but why on earth are you here, Renna?” I demanded, my voice rising to a crescendo, causing her to flinch involuntarily. My attempt to maintain composure had clearly failed, the anger seep
Xavier Her warm, moist lips engulfed my hardened shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The intensity of the moment clouded my senses, making it hard to recall why I was angry in the first place. As she skillfully worked her tongue along my length, my primal instincts kicked in, merging with the primal desires of my inner wolf. We both watched, captivated, as she continued to suckle on my impressive size. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of pleasure and determination. The sensation of her teasing tongue pushed me to the brink of madness, my member throbbing with anticipation. I could feel the pressure building, ready to explode deep into her waiting throat. “Ren, fuck!” I growled, unable to resist the primal urge to thrust into her eager mouth. It occurred to me that perhaps I should allow her to punish me more often, as the intensity of this moment was beyond words. She began to undress, carefully removing the clothes I had dressed her in. I could feel a pulsat
Renna The morning arrived, and I found myself waking up in Xavier’s embrace. The lingering scent of our passionate encounter filled the room, while the pulsating ache between my thighs hinted at the intensity of our lovemaking. I gazed up at him with a contented smile, savouring the tender kiss he bestowed upon me, as the new day began. Fragments of conversation between Cole and Sage flickered in my mind, bringing back memories. I longed to share them with him, but I hesitated. I didn’t want to start an argument; he had made it clear that he didn’t trust me. As I lay on his chest, the sweet melody of birdsong filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere. I wished I could remain in this moment forever, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath against my skin. He gently brushed my hair away from my face, his fingertips grazing my skin as he leaned in closer. His voice, rough with the remnants of sleep, resonated softly in my ears. The room was filled with the scent of morning c
Renna I hastily threw on my clothes, feeling the rough fabric against my skin. The sound of my movements echoed through the canvas tent, making me wonder if my screams had indeed awakened everyone. The faint smell of fear lingered in the air as I quickly discarded the idea of wearing the disguise. I couldn’t risk Sage and Cole catching a glimpse of it. Xavier emerged from the tent, and I trailed behind him, the soft rustle of the fabric accompanying our steps. Confusion clouded my mind as I couldn’t fathom why she sought my man’s presence, and a sense of unease settled within me, like a knot tightening in my stomach. “Xavie, how are you?” she coos, her voice gentle and melodic, as she glides over towards him. Wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace, a faint hint of her perfume fills the air. I can’t help but notice how she manages to transform our warriors’ uniform into something alluring. Does she have no shame? However, Xavier remains unresponsive, his body tense as he gent
Xavier As my anger simmered beneath my skin, a fiery heat pulsated through my veins. I stormed towards her, my footsteps echoing angrily against the cold, hard ground. Her face contorted with fury, but I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind her intense rage. The air was thick with tension, carrying the sharp scent of bitterness and confusion. Sage’s voice trembled with remorse as she uttered an apology, desperately yearning to bridge the gap and become her friend. “What is the matter with you!” I demanded, abruptly spinning her around to face me. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, radiating with an intense rage that seemed to ignite like flickering blue flames. The room echoed with the tension in her voice. “What’s wrong with me?” she exclaimed, her trembling body emphasising her distress. Her words hung in the air, seemingly charged with a mix of anger and confusion. I could feel the palpable energy in the room, a heavy weight on my shoulders. “What’s wrong with you!” she c
Xavier I was infuriated by her actions, my frustration rising as I watched her casually dismiss Sage’s apology. The air felt tense and heavy, the room filled with the sound of our heated argument. The scent of frustration and misunderstanding lingered in the air, adding to the growing tension. Renna, as the Luna of our pack, should know better. I longed for her to see beyond her constant suspicion, to realise that Saga was nothing more than a dear friend to me. If only she could truly understand. I know she is only looking out for me in her own way, but how can she think that my two best friends are against me? They have been nothing but supportive. I stride through the bustling camp, the scent of damp earth and burning wood filling the air. I make my way towards the main tent, its flaps billowing in the gentle breeze. Inside, the voices of soldiers discussing battle plans echo, punctuated by the occasional clink of armour. The weight of exhaustion settles upon me, and I yearn for th
Renna Clad in my adopted disguise once more, I blended into the surroundings. Leo’s mind linked me a message, instructing me to stick close to him once the battle erupted, promising protection. The metallic scent of anticipation hung heavy in the air as warriors prepared for the impending clash. I couldn’t help but wonder whether Xavier’s ignorance of my whereabouts was a blessing or a curse, but I resolved that he would sense my safety through our bond, and that would have to be enough. I was seething with anger, still furious at him for even suggesting the idea of having a baby. How dare he? I refused to be treated like a mere object, a prized cow to be impregnated at his whims. And to make matters worse, the way he had been knotting me during our recent encounters, it seemed like a baby would be inevitable anyway. The urge to punch him in the face surged through me, but luck wasn’t on my side. As he pressed his magical beast against me, I could only shoot him a piercing glare. The
RennaI quietly trailed behind them along the familiar path I had taken that evening with my parents, my footsteps barely audible on the damp ground. The scent of damp earth mingled with the faint aroma of blooming flowers, filling the air. As they suddenly halted, I swiftly ducked into the dense bushes, my heart pounding in my chest. A sense of eerie familiarity washed over me, like a wave of déjà vu, as I peered through the foliage at the couple standing in the small clearing.They held hands, their fingers intertwined, as they swung them together. The sound of their laughter filled the air, blending with the gentle rustle of leaves overhead. He pulled her close, his touch firm yet gentle, his hand cupping her ass. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and affection, a soft smile playing on her lips. The scent of the surrounding flowers wafted through the air, adding a touch of sweetness to the moment.As I watched them, I couldn’t help but marvel at their
Renna We had been living in our cosy bubble of three for several weeks now. Me, Xavier, and Orion. The soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the curtains, casting warm hues across our living room. Xavier’s idea to name our son after my beloved dad filled my heart with joy. It had been just the three of us, cherishing every moment as a family. But tonight, I was eagerly bursting our bubble for a long-awaited date with my captivating alpha. I adorned myself in alluring lingerie, the delicate lace teasingly brushing against my skin. I yearned for our sexy time with my mate, I knew he was desperate for it too. However, our precious little Orion would inevitably interrupt our passionate rendezvous. His sweet cries would pierce the air, filling the room with an innocent melody of hunger and discomfort. The frustration began to well up inside me, like a simmering storm. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my baby Orion. He is the epitome of cuteness, the greatest blessing in my life. But e
Renna “Push, Luna,” the midwife urges, her voice firm yet gentle, as I growl in her face. The sterile hospital room is filled with the rhythmic beeping of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic. Childbirth, a relentless storm of agony, floods my senses, making me question why anyone willingly endures this. No wonder I was an only child. Xavier, my partner, hovers around me like an annoying fly, fussing over me incessantly. The pain, like a thousand fiery tendrils, wracks my body as I summon every ounce of strength to push our precious baby into the world. “Ren, you’re doing amazing!” Xavier’s voice resonates with pride and excitement as he gently wipes the sweat off my forehead. I have to remind myself of my love for this man, even as I glare at his infuriating face for being the reason behind my pregnancy. A low growl escapes my lips, but he remains undeterred, his eyes filled with adoration. I can hear the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor, a constant reminder of the l
Xavier As I poured my heart out to her, the words flowed like a river. Was she merely manipulating me, using my vulnerabilities against me? The air felt heavy with tension as her words echoed in the room. “You rejected me, Xavier. I was destined to be the luna of this pack. he goddess ensured it and then you didn’t want me … I wasn’t good enough for you!” The scent of her anger hung in the air, mixing with the musky aroma of the room. Her words hit me like a wave, leaving me speechless and bewildered. “Sage, none of that is true,” I say, my voice filled with desperation, the words hanging in the air between us. I continue, my words tinged with sadness, “Yes, I rejected you, but it wasn’t my choice. The council forced me to do it.” I pause, hoping she will understand. Her head shakes, her eyes filled with disbelief, as if I am spinning a web of lies. “I was happy for you to be my mate,” I whisper, my voice breaking. I can feel the weight of the words, heavy on my chest. The room sud
Xavier Now that Ren had regained her memories, life was filled with an undeniable sense of contentment. The sun’s warm rays gently caressed our faces as we strolled hand in hand through the park, birds singing their melodious tunes. I shared the news of the pregnancy, and though initially taken aback, her eyes sparkled with joy, mirroring the vibrant colours of the blooming flowers around us. I couldn’t help but notice the tender way she delicately rubbed her belly, a radiant smile adorning her face, as if whispering sweet secrets to our growing little pup. It was in those moments, when she thought I wasn’t looking, that I felt an overwhelming sense of love and anticipation. The weight of past worries and anxieties had dissolved, allowing us to embrace the future together, free from the burdens that once weighed us down. There was just one final task lingering before us, a mere formality standing between us and pure bliss. As we savored the moment, the air was filled with tranquilit
Xavier Over the course of a few more weeks, I’ve noticed a significant change in Ren’s demeanour towards me. As I continue to work from home, our bond has grown stronger, and she now frequently sits beside me, her presence a comforting companion. However, the memory of our shared kiss lingers vividly in my mind, like a faint whisper of a distant melody. It’s been a while since that intimate moment, and while I sensed her enjoyment, a palpable restraint now holds her back. I attempt to read this email once again, but she becomes a constant distraction. Today, she deliberately dons an outfit that captures my attention. Her choice of tiny short shorts reveals the alluring curve of her silhouette with every step she takes. The sight of her crop top, barely concealing her ample cleavage with its deep V-neck, creates an irresistible temptation. I struggle to resist the overwhelming desire to approach her and give in to our carnal desires. I have been partially concealed behind the sturdy
Renna I had spent a week in my so-called home, surrounded by familiar yet unfamiliar faces. Xavier, my companion, had rarely shown up at his workplace, instead opting to take me to my former workplace. There, amidst the bustling sounds and smells, I encountered a girl named Elara, her laughter filling the air like a melodic symphony, and a guy called Leo, his presence commanding yet comforting. Now, Leo had risen to the rank of beta within the pack. But as I observed them, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that they could be more than mere acquaintances. They could be my long-lost siblings, hidden in the depths of my forgotten memories. Xavier’s words echoed in my ears, leaving me with a sense of emptiness. He claimed that I was an orphan, with no remaining family except for him. Conflicting emotions surged within me, unsure of how to process this revelation. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, my gaze fixated on the sight of my mate mark, while occasionally stealing glances at
Xavier “I hope these words help jog your memory. But Ren, please know I would never hurt you.” The soft glow of the lamp envelops us as she nods, her eyes filled with trust. As I pass her the book, our fingers brush, sending a tingle down my spine. It kills me that this fleeting touch is the only physical connection we can share. “I... I know,” she smiles warmly at me, the corners of her lips lifting ever so slightly. In that moment, a glimmer of hope ignites within me, like a tiny flame flickering to life. With delicate hands, she takes the books from me, their weight transferring from my palms to hers. As she flips through the pages, the sound of paper rustling fills the room, a soft whisper that mingles with the hushed anticipation hanging in the air. Her eyes fixate on certain photos, her gaze lingering on them for what feels like an eternity. I watch intently, wondering if those images hold the power to jog her memory. “Xavier? Please, can you not hover,” she states, her voice
Xavier We patiently waited for Renna to settle in, giving her a few days to find her bearings. Though she couldn’t recall my identity, the doctor assured us that being in the comfort of our own home would aid in triggering her memory. The familiar sights, the soothing scents, and the comforting ambiance of home were believed to be the key to her recovery. I prayed that my efforts were sufficient, but her wariness lingered, tormenting me. The urge to embrace and kiss her consumed me, but I couldn’t bear to see fear in my mate’s eyes. The weight of her past amplified my struggle; everyone she recalls is gone, leaving me alone to reassure her. It’s a battle of my words against her fading memories, an agonizing challenge. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind, leaving me with a heavy heart. There was no time frame for this, no definitive end in sight. All I could do was hope that once we returned home, things would improve. But the thought of not being able to sleep beside her, to feel t
Renna I felt the warmth of his lips, a surge of sparks coursing through my veins. The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything I had ever experienced. It ignited a fire within me, spreading throughout my entire being, making every inch of my body feel hot and alive. The intense feeling travelled downwards, settling between my legs, creating a pulsating desire I had never known before. As I slowly opened my eyes, I heard a faint beeping sound, blending with the gentle sunlight that streamed through the partially closed blinds. The room seemed to come into focus, revealing an incredibly handsome man before me. His strong hands gently cupped my cheeks as he showered my face with kisses. My heart raced, confusion flooding my mind. Who was this man? Where was Ethan? Feeling a surge of panic, I instinctively pulled away from his touch. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hurt flashing across his face. “Who are you?” I rasp, my voice hoarse and strained. He slowly withdraws his hands