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Renna Lia’s hands tightly closed around my body, effortlessly hoisting me from the ground. The air rushed past my ears as I dangled helplessly, suspended in her surprising strength. Her eyes bore into mine, a mix of anger and apprehension flickering across her face. With a sneer, she uttered, “You shouldn’t be here, Renna,” before abruptly releasing me. The impact with the floor sent a jolt of pain through my body, but I managed to gather myself and meet her gaze. Though her fury was evident, I couldn’t help but notice a hint of fear shimmering in her eyes. I gaze at her, the soft sunlight filtering through the leaves casting a play of shadows on her face. My eyes narrow as I catch a glimpse of something... Is it a bruise or just a trick of the light? I can’t be certain. Concern fills my voice as I inquire, “What happened to your face?” My fingertips lightly graze her skin, revealing a few more faint purple marks. A surge of protectiveness engulfs me, and I can’t help but wonder if E
RennaI anxiously waited, my breath held, eager for Lia to open up. Her desire to share was palpable, and I hoped she would reveal the thoughts swirling in her mind. In a tremulous exhale, she averted her gaze towards the earth below. The rustling leaves whispered melodies as the wind swept through, enveloping us in its gentle caress.“Ethan... he’s not the person I believed him to be... not who you believed him to be,” she whispers, her delicate fingers gently tucking strands of her lustrous, ebony hair behind her ear. Her eyes, heavy with sorrow, remain fixed on the ground, emitting an aura of profound sadness that evokes sympathy within me.“Just tell me, Lia. I can handle it,” I encourage, although uncertainty gnaws at me. She shoots me a penetrating look before scanning the surroundings, her eyes filled with caution. Finally, she gestures for us to retreat behind the bush. As she does, I notice a slight grimace flash across her face, a fleeting moment of pain. My eyes widen in con
Renna As I gaze at Lia, a sense of unease washes over me. A cool breeze sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t shake the feeling that Ethan could emerge from the nearby bushes at any moment. My heart pounds in my chest, and beads of perspiration form on my forehead. The gentle rustling of leaves accompanies her cautious step towards me, blending with the haunting melody of the wind. “You’re too late, Renna,” she whispers, her voice laced with a chilling certainty. The sound echoes off the dimly lit trees, shadows dance from the leaves, their eerie shapes mirroring the impending doom that hangs in the air. Her steps are deliberate, each one bringing her closer to me. I can feel the weight of her presence, suffocating and heavy, as if the ground itself is closing in on me. My heart pounds relentlessly in my chest, its rhythm a symphony of fear and anticipation. She stops just a few feet away, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. I can almost
Xavier I had carefully followed her scent to locate her tent, but to my dismay, she wasn’t there. A wave of worry washed over me, aware of her tendency to act impulsively when enraged. I attempted to connect with her through our bond, but it felt as though she had erected a barrier, blocking me out. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I exited her tent, my footsteps echoing through the makeshift campsite. When tomorrow’s dawn breaks, promising an eventful day. As I prepare myself, a subtle tension lingers in the air, heightening my senses. The faint aroma of anticipation fills the room, mingling with the steady hum of excitement. Ethan, an enigma in his own right, has unveiled an unexpected depth of cunning, surpassing even my keenest predictions. As I make my way back to my tent, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my boots fills my ears. The flickering glow of the campfire casts dancing shadows on the ground, creating an atmosphere of warmth and cosiness. The smell of smoke lingers in t
Cole I observed with a heavy heart as Sage and Xavier strolled away, their arms entwined, engrossed in lively conversation and laughter. The sight gnawed at me; she is mine. He had his opportunity, and if he truly desired her, he should have fought for her. Defied the council, disregarded their rules, and claimed her as his own. Now, we all reside in this strange state of uncertainty, where they continuously gravitate back to each other. This is precisely why I despise him. The way he effortlessly attains everything he desires, without putting in any effort, makes me seethe with anger. It’s all because he holds the position of the alpha, asserting dominance over others. However, I’ve witnessed firsthand how he mistreats Renna, causing my disdain for him to intensify. He manipulates their mate bond, coercing her to remain by his side. The whole situation reeks of desperation and despair. I choose to trail behind them, my eyes fixated on Sage. She belongs to me, and no other man will
Cole We knew we had to proceed with caution, for as much as some disagreed with our plan, we were unwilling to harm an innocent pup. Luckily, the arrival of Ethan and Lia brought a surge of energy, their presence accelerating our scheme. We knew that Xavier, fiercely protective of his beloved mate, would unknowingly walk straight into our carefully laid trap. “Enough, Sage. Meet me at our spot right now, I need you.” I demand, my voice tinged with urgency. I hate how effortlessly she can pretend to be friendly with him, a bitter taste filling my mouth. I tighten the mask on my face, concealing my true emotions. In this moment, I need her more than ever, her guidance to navigate through this treacherous path we’ve chosen. As I venture through the dense woods, I hear the rustling of leaves beneath my feet, the eerie silence broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. The scent of damp earth lingers in the air, a reminder of the secrets we bury deep within. I catch a glimpse of Sage bid
EthanTomorrow approached rapidly, anticipation coursing through my veins. The taste of victory lingered on my tongue, filling me with a mix of exhilaration and determination. Eager to celebrate, I found solace in the company of my new favourite pet, basking in their playful energy. “Thank you alpha,” she purred as I came all over her face her gentle touch sent shivers down my spine. Though not quite as satisfying as Lia’s touch, I revelled in the freedom of my newfound status as the alpha of the Moonstone pack. The desire for pleasure, both carnal and emotional, was mine to explore without restraint.“Now suck my cock again sweetheart I need to go over a few final plans,” I called out, gesturing for her to approach. As I settled into my seat, a glass of whiskey in hand, I reviewed the battle plans before me. The room was filled with the rich aroma of the liquor, its amber hue catching the light. Her delicate hands rested on my thighs, and her lips began sucking my cock. The sensation
Lia *** Trigger Warning *** Pain surged through me, tears blurring my vision as I witnessed my mate being pleasured by another woman, someone who wasn’t me. The sight seared into my mind, a dagger twisting in my heart. I gasped for air, each breath a struggle against the agony of his betrayal. His climax echoed in my ears as he released himself down her throat, a gut-wrenching sound that intensified my anguish. Determination burned within me, vowing to punish her for daring to touch what belonged to me. With a wicked smile, he whispered, “We’re not finished yet, sweetheart,” as he sat down, forcefully guiding her onto his throbbing member. She sat directly in front of me, her eyes locked on the floor. Despite her efforts to break free, Ethan’s hold on her remained unyielding. It was as if he commanded her through the mind link, compelling her to put on an astounding performance. All the while, Ethan did nothing but observe, his gaze piercing my soul. The agony that consumed me was s
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