10 Days Later Diana The gentle hum of the car engine fills the silence as Dominicus drives us toward Deming- the closest city to Garnet City that has an airport. My fingers fidget in my lap, betraying the anxiety I'm trying so hard to contain. After the conversation I had with Dom- where he patiently broke it down his reasons for believing that the Council aren’t really after me in particular, the fear has dissipated by a lot. However, theres still that bit of nervousness left, Afterall, politics and court manipulations is all new territory for me. Thinking about it now, ten days seemed like such a long time when the summons was first delivered, but now it feels as though it passed in the blink of an eye. I glance at Dom's profile, his demeanor is languid and careless as he drives the car with one hand on the wheel. Feeling my eyes on him, his hand reaches over to clasp mine, thumb stroking soothingly across my knuckles. ‘Relax dulcis, I’m here’, I can almost hear the sile
DianaI rub the back of my neck as I drag my exhausted body out the kitchen. Every single joint in my body aches. I have been on my feet since morning but thankfully, I am done with my duties for the afternoon. I have a few more hours till I have to come back to make dinner so I should be able to squeeze in a nap in the meantime…“Ahhh!”I scream as pain explodes on my shin- a force making my body fly forward. Next thing I know, I find myself sprawled face-first on the hard ground. The fall is a nasty one as sharp pain explodes in my nose. The attack had been so sudden that my flailing hands had done nothing to catch my fall. It also didn’t help that my reflexes are near non-existent. With a whimper, I scramble to my hunches, crouching on the balls of my feet as my hands instinctively come up to cup my face. A viscous red liquid stains my fingers. I feel it gush down my nostrils and drip down my chin and neck, before seeping into the front of my shirt, quickly staining the top of th
DianaMy house, if it could even be called that, is situated at the furthest reaches of the Omega District, slightly removed from the small identical houses making up the homes of the Omega. By the time I get to it, I am already out of breath and have to slow to a jog. Eyes trained to the ground, I ignore the perpetual looks of ridicule and schadenfreude thrown my way from the Omegas, and speed walk the rest of the way with my hand clutching the bloody tissue to my face.I hastily shut the door behind me, cutting off those sharp eyes. Ignoring the trembling that runs precariously throughout the entire house at the slight movement, I sag against the worn wood of the door and slide to the floor.With a painful sigh, I let the tissue fall soundlessly to the floor, the bleeding had finally stopped… I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. my head falls back against the door with my eyes fall shut. A single tear escapes, silently, out my closed lid, coming from the de
DianaComing back to the Pack House a few hours later, I jog up the wide marble stairs leading to the large oak door with stained glass panels serving as the front door. I grab the handle but don’t get to open it before a force swings the it inwards.I quickly step back, moving aside to let whomever it is pass. However, after seeing who it is, my body involuntarily stills. My eyes clash with honey brown eyes that extremely similar to mine. It takes only a second for the surprise wear off and I expressionlessly stare back at him.I watch as his eyes take in the darkened bruises on my face. An emotion akin to concern flickers through them but takes less than a second to disappear.After staring for a moment, his lips tighten but in the end, doesn’t say anything. He looks away, jams his hands in his pockets, and stalks off; his booted feet thumping on the staircase on his descent.I let out a humourless laugh, a sardonic smile spreading across my face. Typical.Refusing to let myself dwe
DianaAfter the unpleasant run-in with Beta Mason, I sprint out of the house and towards the Omega District as fast as my legs can carry me, completely forgetting to even pack myself some dinner before I leave. But I would rather go hungry than stay an extra second in that place, being nauseated by that monster…Today, when I wake, I do so with a big smile. Giggling, I jump down from my bed and stretch out with a big yawn. It is my birthday. Today is finally the day. Today is the day I meet my mate. My entire body thrums with energy as I practically skip to the bathroom to take a bath and brush my teeth. I take my time carefully detangling my hair before putting it up in a high puff, the hairstyle exposing my facial features. I slide in the only pretty hair clip I have- with tiny flower details on it- into the hair at my temple.In the bedroom, I rummage through my drawers until I find the best set of clothes I own. I take out a pair of skinny jeans; though still washed out, it has
DianaI nervously take a step towards him, my hand subconsciously reaching out towards him, but he coldly raises a palm towards me. I stop in my tracks as my heart gives a sharp twinge.“Yes I knew you were my mate a long time ago”, his voice flat.For a second, my brain is too muddled to understand what he is talking about until I realize that he had just answered my earlier question.“You were too young at the time so I had to wait until you were of age to be able to recognize it too”, he continues.“Then-“ my voice coming out shaky.“Now that you are, I can finally say what I wanted to”, he adds coldly. What he says next destroys whatever hope I had in me.“I cannot be with you. I am an Alpha. You’re a Wolfless wolf. There’s no way I can mate with you. As an Alpha, I need a mate who can stand tall by my side; not someone so weak she cannot even protect myself, much less of the pack if an attack ever came”.Every single word that leaves his lips feels like a knife being stabbed into
DianaI stumble out of the study blindly dragging myself along, my body swaying unsteadily; in too much pain to even notice which direction I am heading. My eyes are blurry with tears as I make my way down the hall. Everything hurts… All I want is to get as far away as I can- far, far away from this place of heartache and pain. I want to curl up in bed and cry my heart out, maybe then the stifling pressure in my chest would stop…but maybe it never will…In my dazed and disoriented state, I don’t notice the door that creaks open just ahead. A hand reaches out from within and roughly drags me in, grip tight with bruising intensity. The door is then slammed shut.Seeing who it is, I feel the blood drain from my face and a chill runs down my spine.What I find is the disturbing gaze of Beta Mason staring down at me, on his lips is the same twisted, perverted smirk he always seems to wear around me. But this time, there’s an additional evil undertone to it which sharply reminds me of the
DianaTrigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of SA, violence and blood. Read at your own discretion.Sharp pain explodes in my scalp as Beta Marcus grabs me by my hair and drags me down with him onto the floor.I struggle fiercely “Let me go, you bastard!” I scream and manage to kick out at him before clawing away.“Oof!” he exclaims exaggeratedly when my foot collides with his hard chest- with mounting despair, I realize that my feeble strength can’t hurt him at all, “Seems we have a fighter on our hands! How feisty! But I like it!” he chuckles.He grabs me by the ankle and drags me back towards him, my thrashing useless against his overwhelming strength.He flips me over onto my back and grabs my flailing arms in one hand before pinning them down above my head.I raise a knee to kick between his legs but he quickly situates himself between my two legs, cutting off my chance to do so.Screaming hysterically, I thrash my body, bucking my torso in a bid to throw him off- screami
10 Days Later Diana The gentle hum of the car engine fills the silence as Dominicus drives us toward Deming- the closest city to Garnet City that has an airport. My fingers fidget in my lap, betraying the anxiety I'm trying so hard to contain. After the conversation I had with Dom- where he patiently broke it down his reasons for believing that the Council aren’t really after me in particular, the fear has dissipated by a lot. However, theres still that bit of nervousness left, Afterall, politics and court manipulations is all new territory for me. Thinking about it now, ten days seemed like such a long time when the summons was first delivered, but now it feels as though it passed in the blink of an eye. I glance at Dom's profile, his demeanor is languid and careless as he drives the car with one hand on the wheel. Feeling my eyes on him, his hand reaches over to clasp mine, thumb stroking soothingly across my knuckles. ‘Relax dulcis, I’m here’, I can almost hear the sile
Diana Due to the lack of inhibitions I’m currently exhibiting, before I can reason it, my hand is reaching out between us and touching it. I feel it pulsing against my pussy as my hand lightly touches it. Most likely, if I weren’t so exhausted, I would grind my sensitive core on it. To feel the hardness against my clit, to feel it slide against the nerve endings on my pussy lips… My lips part as I start getting breathless, my fingertips slide across the considerable length before a big hand grabs mine and gently lifts it off. I frown at him, “I want to touch it”, I whine and reach out with the other. This time, I manage to wrap my hand around its girth through the pants- or at least try to- before he quickly stops me. “Ssss!” He hisses at the sensation and his hips subconsciously thrust towards my palm before he controls himself, “It’s not a good idea right now, dulcis”, he says, voice thick with suppressed desires. Still straddling his lap with my body still buzzing with li
Diana My breath comes out heavy as I pant for oxygen. My hair is a mess around my head and face and my arms lay carelessly at my sides. I’m pretty sure I knocked over the small decorative fruit bowl that sits on the kitchen island while I was flailing in ecstasy earlier m- pretty sure it’s broken- can’t bring myself to care. My bones feel like sludge and my entire body is languid and satiated. I’ve never felt this way before. The aftermath of such an intense orgasm leaves my brain scrambled for a good few moments. Left behind is a sense of peace and glowing warmth. My body though tired, feels relaxed and my thoughts are softened. I don’t even want to move- I jolt in shock when I feel a hot tongue take a long swipe at my still twitching overstimulated core. “Wha-“ before a loud moan is wrenched out of me when that tongue starts piercing my hole. “Dom… no… ahhh”, I’m cut off by the lascivious moan that escapes me when he lightly grazes my clit with his teeth between la
DianaHis fingers slick out of my heat again before thrusting back in with three digits this time. My eyes widen in disbelief as I moan loudly, my inner muscles tightening around his fingers as my entire being shudders from the intense sensations."So tight", he growls against my neck, his words sending shivers all over my body.His fingers wreck havoc simultaneously inside me as well as on my clit, not letting up for a second. Moments later, I feel a pressure begin to build in my belly. It tightens and winds and builds and I feel my body being overtaken by a growing, electric warmth- I feel my senses become sharper, every single one of Dominicus’ touch heightened- every sensation magnified. "So close. I'm so close. Dom… Yes… Right there....Oh goddess....Oh!" I scream, my head thrashing to the sides.But to my complete horror, he pulls away and lifts off of me, stepping back- before whatever had been coiling in my body finished growing and I'm left barely hanging over the edge.I scr
Content Warning: Contains intimate R-18 scenes.Diana“Perfect" he murmurs against the racing pulse in my neck. "So perfect for me. Beautiful. Mine”.Each possessive word is punctuated with a kiss or bite that has me squirming, but his grip on my hips holds me steady. When I try to rush him, to pull him closer, he nips sharply at my collarbone in warning."Patience," he growls, the word dark velvet wrapped around steel. "I'm going to take my time with you, dulcis. Going to make you forget everything but my name."Those tortuous lips slowly place a trail of wet kisses down to my neck, goosebumps exploding over every spot his lips came in contact with. I don't realize my buttons have at some point been ripped open until I feel a cool draft on my chest. My eyes snap open and I flush, subconsciously trying to cover myself with my hands. But with a warning growl, he grabs them and forces them back to the edges of the counter.“I thought I told you not to let go”.His tone though admonishi
Diana The kitchen island between us might as well be an ocean for all the distance it fails to create. Even across its polished expanse, Dominicus's presence fills every molecule of air, making each breath feel weighted with possibility. The crystal chandelier above casts honeyed light across his sharp features, turning his dark eyes to liquid amber as they fix on me with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. At the back of my mind, a distant warning bell chimes—now isn't the time to be thinking about mating—but my rational thoughts scatter like autumn leaves in a storm, swept away by the raw heat of my response to him. My body flushes hot, then cold, then hot again as my chest heaves with each shallow breath. When my lips part involuntarily, I watch his gaze track the movement with predatory focus. "You... are mine." His words fall into the space between us like a stone thrown into still water, creating ripples that seem to touch every nerve ending in my body. The dual meaning
DianaThe journey back to the cabin is silent, the forest passing beneath us as I cling to Dominicus's black fur as he thunders through the forest. During the confrontation at the border, adrenaline had kept me steady, but now that we're away from those eyes, reality crashes down on me like a tidal wave.Billy is being accused of murdering a child. And I'm his supposed accomplice.My hands start to shake where they're twisted in Dominicus's fur. Billy, who has only ever protected me, who stood up for me when no one else would, is now facing execution because of me. First, he endured torture at Marcus's hands, and now this? The memory of his battered face flashes before my eyes, and my chest tightens painfully.When we arrive home, Dominicus crouches low to let me slide off his back. I barely register the movement, mechanically following him inside after he shifts back and slips into his clothes. The moment the door closes behind us, my composure crumbles completely. My breathing becom
Diana Murder?! Me?! They think I killed someone?! And that too a child?!! What the actual fuck?!! My mind reels, unable to process what I'm hearing. Wait no no no, they said ‘aiding and abetting’, so they don’t necessarily believe that I did it directly. More like I HELPED someone do it. An unshifted pup… Werewolves shift at the age of eight… meaning at the oldest the child couldn’t have been more that seven years old… That’s a baby!! I hear a loud and obnoxious ringing in my ears and I take an involuntary step back, as though my body subconsciously tries to physically distance itself from the accusation. Who could do such a thing?! Who could kill such a small and innocent child?! And why are they trying to connect me to it?! Nigel looks at me over the deliberately aged paper, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction at finally eliciting a reaction. "Whose murder?" I ask, my voice high-pitched with shock. "The son of the Alpha of the Plena Luna pack," Nigel replies, clea
Diana Taking my hand, we leisurely walk until we break through the trees. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth but force myself to push down the nerves. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. I'm with Dominicus; I must not shame him by showing weakness. As we emerge from the forest, I see a delegation of wolves turned in our direction, likely alerted by our footsteps. There are at least ten werewolves in attendance, and my eyes widen as I take them in. At first glance, I can tell that over half of them are warriors, but I've never seen pack warriors like this before. Not even Zervos pack warriors measure up. They stand strong, each equipped in black soft armor with sheathed weapons strapped to either their backs or sides. As we approach, the warriors collectively incline their heads in a respectful bow towards us - though I know the gesture is meant for Dominicus - before looking forward again, their gazes fixed on some point in the distance. Their faces are stoic, betrayi