Diana The world slowly comes into focus as I open my eyes, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I feel as though I'm swimming through molasses, my brain foggy and disconnected. The off-white ceiling above me blurs and sharpens in alternating waves as I try to make sense of my surroundings. I shut my eyes tightly, counting to three before opening them again. The room stops spinning, but the heavy weight in my chest remains. As I attempt to sit up, a groan escapes my lips. Every muscle in my body screams in protest, and I realize with a start that I've spent the night on the hard wooden floor. Staggering to my feet, I shuffle towards the bathroom, my movements slow and uncoordinated. The face that greets me in the mirror is almost unrecognizable. Puffy, bloodshot eyes stare back at me, rimmed by dark circles that I thought had disappeared weeks ago. My skin is pale and drawn, making me look more like a ghost than a living person. As I
Diana The full weight of my actions last night crashes down on me. I had completely lost control, screaming accusations at Alpha Dominicus, attempting to harm myself... My cheeks burn with shame as I recall the things I said, the way I acted. And the bond – oh goddess, the mate bond. How could something that’s a blessing for everyone turn out to be a curse to me? Does it come as a bundle with the curse of being wolfless? And it is a curse isn’t it? Of course it is! He is going to reject me too. I’m sure of it… But what if he doesn’t? What if as he tried to say yesterday, he truly does want me as his mate? But with the way I reacted… My mind races, conjuring up worst-case scenarios. What if Alpha Dominicus decides I'm too unstable, too damaged to be his mate? What if he rejects me after all, not because of my lack of a wolf, but because of my emotional outburst? The thought sends a fresh wave of pain through my chest. And what about the pack? If word gets out about what happened, a
DianaAs I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear movement near the kitchen door. Pierre, the cook, emerges with one foot already out the door, clearly in a rush."Oh Diana! Hey!" he exclaims, his round face lighting up with a smile. "I'm running right now. I noticed that you didn't come down to eat with us so I kept yours in the fridge!" His words tumble out in a rush, his French accent more pronounced in his haste. "Just pop it in the microwave and heat it up! Gotta go!"Before I can even process his words, he's gone, the door swinging shut behind him. A small part of me is relieved that he was too preoccupied to notice my disheveled state. I'm not sure I could have mustered the energy to speak or explain myself.I shuffle to the refrigerator, my movements slow and mechanical. Opening the door, I spot the plastic container Pierre mentioned. I pull it out without bothering to check its contents. Food is food, and I can't bring myself to care about what it might be.The microwave hums
Diana I clamp my hands over my ears, whimpering pitifully. "Stop... please stop," I beg, trying desperately to block out the voice. But it's fruitless. The voice is in my head, and there's no escaping it.It laughs in malicious glee, its cruelty seemingly knowing no bounds. The laughter echoes in my mind, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment.And then, abruptly, the voice changes tack, its tone becoming conspiratorial: "But maybe you're right... maybe he does like you. Maybe he is willing to take you as you are..."My heart beats faster, a glimmer of hope starting to bloom despite my best efforts to squash it. But the voice isn't finished:"But why should you do that to him? Why should you punish this good man with a mate like you? You cannot contribute anything and will only be a burden to him and his pack. You cannot rule beside him."Each word feels like a truth I've always known but tried to deny. The voice presses on, relentless in its assault:"Why would yo
DominicusThe sun beats down mercilessly as I stand vigil outside Diana's diner, my senses attuned to every sound from her room above. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, urging me to go to her, to comfort our mate. But I hold firm, remembering her anguished plea for me to leave last night."Not yet," I growl softly to my wolf. "We wait until she's ready."The mating bond, now recognized by both of us, pulses stronger than ever. My instincts are more attuned to her, making this self-imposed separation all the more challenging. But I must respect her wishes, her need for space. Even if it feels like I'm tearing myself apart in the process.Throughout the day, the sounds from her room remain muted, save for the occasional shuffling as she uses the bathroom or ventures downstairs for food. The relative quiet should be reassuring, but a nagging feeling gnaws at my gut. Something isn't right.The mall calls- they are ready to deliver the purchases I made yesterday and I have to force
DianaThe soft morning light filters through the curtains, gently rousing me from sleep. I blink languidly, my mind still hazy with sleep. As consciousness slowly creeps in, I become aware of the warmth cocooning me, my blanket wrapped snugly around my body. Unlike yesterday's unsettling awakening - the initial numbness, today, a true sense of calm washes over me, my emotions surprisingly steady.Memories of last night flood back, bringing a flutter to my heart. Dominicus had been here, his presence a balm to my fractured psyche. I can almost feel the phantom touch of his fingers running through my hair, his gentle scratches against my scalp. The memory of being held against his chest, enveloped in his comforting scent, brings a warmth to my cheeks.In the quiet moments before dawn, I vaguely recall the press of lips against my temple, the careful way I was tucked into bed. My eyes scan the empty room, a twinge of disappointment settling in my chest when I realize he's gone. But even
Diana That cruel voice in my head, the one I'd managed to keep at bay all day, begins to whisper again. Its words are harsh, merciless, tearing at the fragile peace I'd found earlier. I try to fight it, to hold onto the positive feelings from the day, but it's like trying to grasp smoke. That mental switch flips, and I'm helpless against the onslaught of negativity. As I feel myself sinking, drowning in the depths of my own mind, something abruptly changes. Warm, strong arms wrap around me, pulling me against a solid chest. In an instant, I'm enveloped in a cocoon of safety that can only belong to one person. Dominicus. The moment his arms encircle me, my heart blooms with an joy. Despite my best efforts to maintain emotional distance, I realize just how much I've missed him today. His familiar scent washes over me as he pulls me close, his voice a soothing rumble against my ear. "I just want to hold you," he murmurs, his words a gentle plea. "Please... let me." Just l
Diana Dominicus's words hang in the air between us, his admission that he wants me to like him even without the mating bond sending a flutter through my chest. Before I can fully process this, he continues, his voice taking on a more somber tone. "I'm not a good man, Diana," he says, his fingers gently tracing along my jaw. "My reputation precedes me." A wry chuckle escapes him as he adds, "But you don't know that, do you?" I stare at him, wide-eyed and confused. What does he mean? "You don't know who I am, do you, Diana?" he presses. "What I am?" My mind races, trying to decipher his cryptic words. "You're an Alpha," I answer, immediately feeling foolish for stating the obvious. Dominicus throws his head back and laughs, the vibrations of his mirth traveling through his body and into mine. The warmth of his laughter makes my face flush. "Well, you're right about that," he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Then, with a sigh that doesn't quite erase his grin, he
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