Alesha Stokes โ The Huntress.I had already made up my mind.There.That night.In that tent.I was going to mate with him.He fell into my lap like an answer from the gods.The Supreme Alpha.So strong... so dominant...But now, beneath me, he seemed to be fighting not to surrender.I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring his taste. The sticky liquid.Delicious, hot, intense.The first time I had ever tasted a male.And I liked it.I liked it so much.His eyes burned me, red with desire, his breath a mere whisper between clenched teeth.I moved slowly, sliding over him.Only my thin pants separated my skin from his hard, stiff, throbbing cock.I felt the heat, the shape.Gods... he was huge.My body trembled in anticipation.I barely slid and already felt the head of his cock rubbing against my wet pussy, my sensitive clit being pressed in a delicious way.Without meaning to, I let out a low moan.His hands dug into my thighs, as if begging, as if begging me to stop.Even after everyt
Matthew Dawolf โ When the Wolf Falls SilentI almost lost everything.Everything.For seconds.For one touch from her.For that warm body beneath mine.But I managed to pull myself back.I left Alesha in bed, her scent clinging to my skin, burning like a fire that consumed me more and more.My whole body screamed for her.My wolf howled, tore me apart inside, and ripped every feeling from me.But I knew.If I marked her now...If I made her mine...I would destroy everything I fought to protect.The kingdom.My lineage.The prophecy.Everything.I couldn't even wait to drink the tea. I knew that if I took more than a few seconds, it would be too late. I would regret it and go back to her, so as soon as I headed for the tent door, I tore open that little envelope of herbs and poured everything into my mouth at once.My fingers were trembling like a desperate man trying to grab onto the last rope before the abyss.I was so close to breaking.The taste was horrible, bitter like poison.B
Alesha Stokes โ Off the field?The cold wind stung my face as I adjusted the thin cape over my shoulders. The morning was heavy and gray, and the strange feeling that had settled over the camp made me even more uneasy.I got ready early, excitedโeven after everything that had happened the night before.I wanted to see him.Matthew.I wanted to know how he was. I wanted to... maybe even talk to him. Get closer.But as the day unfolded, one thing became clear:He wasn't there.Or possibly, he just didn't want to see me.I remembered how he looked at me before he left, before he left me. His eyes, filled with tears, were ready to fall at any moment.Had I done something I shouldn't have?I looked around while pretending to be busy organizing some boxes near the main tents.No sign of him inspecting the work, as he usually did.No furtive glances.No imposing, silent presence watching me.It was as if... he had simply disappeared.My leg still hurt a littleโfrom the trap in the forestโbut
Alesha Stokes โ Where is my wolf?The cold morning wind blew through the tent as soon as I opened my eyes.But this time, I didn't care.My heart was beating fast, excited.Today was the big day.The hunt โ and I would be right there with him.I got dressed, got up quickly, and washed my face in the small basin of cold water until my cheeks were rosy.I wanted to look presentable. I wanted him to see me... and notice me.I was still fixing my hair when a movement outside caught my attention.The canvas of my tent suddenly opened, revealing Madalena.Just like at the winter ball, she appeared with a dress in her handsโa servant's outfit, but much more refined than what I normally wore. It was made of heavy, dark blue fabric with discreet embroidery on the hem and sleeves. A dress made to be seen... even if discreetly.Madalena entered without ceremony, her eyes serious and worried.And that only proved even more that something had happened, something they wanted to hide from everyone.
Anabelle Mixon โ The beginning of the game.I finished adjusting my leather gloves, high riding boots, and thick cloak that covered my shoulders.I hated all that mud.That dirty snow, sticking to my boots and the hem of my dress.But I would make the sacrifice.For him.For Matthew.He was still my goal.My destiny.My damn mission.I had kept my distance over the last few days, watching all the commotion and all the changes from afar.Some might have thought I had given up.That I had surrendered.Idiots.I was working.Working on my real plan.I saw how Matthew started acting after he came back from the temple... how he got close to that bitch, Alesha. He started showing up everywhere she was, and it was burning me up inside, like the gates of hell had opened inside me.If he didn't see me the way he used to...Then I would make sure he had no choice.My blood pulsed with anticipation as I listened to the knocking at the door.โCome in,โ I called, lifting my chin.The maid appeared
Alesha Stokes โ Where's the prey?The instructions had been given.Now, everyone began to disperse, getting ready for the hunt to begin.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the tightness growing in my chest.But then...I felt it.A chill ran down my spine.My instincts alerted me even before my eyes found the source.When I turned discreetly to look for where that feeling was coming from, I saw it.Anabelle.Standing below the platform, a few meters away, impeccably dressed, with that damn arrogant smile plastered on her painted lips.But it wasn't just her.Two men were with her.Tall. Strong.With military posture and cold, icy stares.They stared at me as if I were a piece of meat thrown in front of hungry wolves.I felt my whole body freeze.I didn't know who they were; I didn't know the coats of arms and flags of all the families yet, but if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that they were powerful.My body reacted, processing the danger.I looked away, lowered my head,
Matthew Dawolf โ Man or beast.The cold seemed worse than I had ever known.The heavy snow made it difficult to even breathe.And the dam effect of the herbs... it corroded my body like slow rust.I was exhausted.And not lacking endurance.No.I was the Supreme Alpha.I was forged in wars, shaped by pain.But this timeโฆ it was different.The emptiness inside me was unbearable.My wolf... wasn't there.I rode on, each step heavy and drawn out.My eyes scanned the forest.Looking for any sign of prey, any trail, any damn movement in the snow.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.The forest was dead.And inside me, all that remained was the echo of a trapped roar.I kept going because stopping was not an option.Time passed.Hours.I knew that a wolf's body could withstand much more than that.But without my beast, I was just... a man.A stubborn man is trying not to fall off his saddle.When the pain began to spread through my joints, I stopped the horse, pretending that I just needed to take
Alesha Stokes โ The Price of My Choice.My heart nearly stopped when I saw Matthew fall from his horse.Time seemed to slow downโevery second, every breath, every beat of my heart echoed in slow motion in my ears.The arrow stuck in his chest.The blood staining the pure snow.I pulled on the reins, trying to stop the horse, trying to get back to him.But I couldn't.The horse, frightened, bolted even faster.The only choice I had was to jump.And that's what I did.I fell into the cold snow, my knees scraping against the hard ice, but I didn't feel the pain.All I could see was him.Lying there, motionless, breathing weakly.The wolves began to surround him slowly, sensing his imminent death.I jumped up, fear throbbing in my veins.Then the cruel reality hit me:I had nothing.No weapon.No strength compared to those creatures.And worse...If I showed them who I was now, everything would be lost.My true essence.My secret.My revenge, everything I had fought for. Justice for my fa
Alesha Stokes โ The Price of My Choice.My heart nearly stopped when I saw Matthew fall from his horse.Time seemed to slow downโevery second, every breath, every beat of my heart echoed in slow motion in my ears.The arrow stuck in his chest.The blood staining the pure snow.I pulled on the reins, trying to stop the horse, trying to get back to him.But I couldn't.The horse, frightened, bolted even faster.The only choice I had was to jump.And that's what I did.I fell into the cold snow, my knees scraping against the hard ice, but I didn't feel the pain.All I could see was him.Lying there, motionless, breathing weakly.The wolves began to surround him slowly, sensing his imminent death.I jumped up, fear throbbing in my veins.Then the cruel reality hit me:I had nothing.No weapon.No strength compared to those creatures.And worse...If I showed them who I was now, everything would be lost.My true essence.My secret.My revenge, everything I had fought for. Justice for my fa
Matthew Dawolf โ Man or beast.The cold seemed worse than I had ever known.The heavy snow made it difficult to even breathe.And the dam effect of the herbs... it corroded my body like slow rust.I was exhausted.And not lacking endurance.No.I was the Supreme Alpha.I was forged in wars, shaped by pain.But this timeโฆ it was different.The emptiness inside me was unbearable.My wolf... wasn't there.I rode on, each step heavy and drawn out.My eyes scanned the forest.Looking for any sign of prey, any trail, any damn movement in the snow.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.The forest was dead.And inside me, all that remained was the echo of a trapped roar.I kept going because stopping was not an option.Time passed.Hours.I knew that a wolf's body could withstand much more than that.But without my beast, I was just... a man.A stubborn man is trying not to fall off his saddle.When the pain began to spread through my joints, I stopped the horse, pretending that I just needed to take
Alesha Stokes โ Where's the prey?The instructions had been given.Now, everyone began to disperse, getting ready for the hunt to begin.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the tightness growing in my chest.But then...I felt it.A chill ran down my spine.My instincts alerted me even before my eyes found the source.When I turned discreetly to look for where that feeling was coming from, I saw it.Anabelle.Standing below the platform, a few meters away, impeccably dressed, with that damn arrogant smile plastered on her painted lips.But it wasn't just her.Two men were with her.Tall. Strong.With military posture and cold, icy stares.They stared at me as if I were a piece of meat thrown in front of hungry wolves.I felt my whole body freeze.I didn't know who they were; I didn't know the coats of arms and flags of all the families yet, but if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that they were powerful.My body reacted, processing the danger.I looked away, lowered my head,
Anabelle Mixon โ The beginning of the game.I finished adjusting my leather gloves, high riding boots, and thick cloak that covered my shoulders.I hated all that mud.That dirty snow, sticking to my boots and the hem of my dress.But I would make the sacrifice.For him.For Matthew.He was still my goal.My destiny.My damn mission.I had kept my distance over the last few days, watching all the commotion and all the changes from afar.Some might have thought I had given up.That I had surrendered.Idiots.I was working.Working on my real plan.I saw how Matthew started acting after he came back from the temple... how he got close to that bitch, Alesha. He started showing up everywhere she was, and it was burning me up inside, like the gates of hell had opened inside me.If he didn't see me the way he used to...Then I would make sure he had no choice.My blood pulsed with anticipation as I listened to the knocking at the door.โCome in,โ I called, lifting my chin.The maid appeared
Alesha Stokes โ Where is my wolf?The cold morning wind blew through the tent as soon as I opened my eyes.But this time, I didn't care.My heart was beating fast, excited.Today was the big day.The hunt โ and I would be right there with him.I got dressed, got up quickly, and washed my face in the small basin of cold water until my cheeks were rosy.I wanted to look presentable. I wanted him to see me... and notice me.I was still fixing my hair when a movement outside caught my attention.The canvas of my tent suddenly opened, revealing Madalena.Just like at the winter ball, she appeared with a dress in her handsโa servant's outfit, but much more refined than what I normally wore. It was made of heavy, dark blue fabric with discreet embroidery on the hem and sleeves. A dress made to be seen... even if discreetly.Madalena entered without ceremony, her eyes serious and worried.And that only proved even more that something had happened, something they wanted to hide from everyone.
Alesha Stokes โ Off the field?The cold wind stung my face as I adjusted the thin cape over my shoulders. The morning was heavy and gray, and the strange feeling that had settled over the camp made me even more uneasy.I got ready early, excitedโeven after everything that had happened the night before.I wanted to see him.Matthew.I wanted to know how he was. I wanted to... maybe even talk to him. Get closer.But as the day unfolded, one thing became clear:He wasn't there.Or possibly, he just didn't want to see me.I remembered how he looked at me before he left, before he left me. His eyes, filled with tears, were ready to fall at any moment.Had I done something I shouldn't have?I looked around while pretending to be busy organizing some boxes near the main tents.No sign of him inspecting the work, as he usually did.No furtive glances.No imposing, silent presence watching me.It was as if... he had simply disappeared.My leg still hurt a littleโfrom the trap in the forestโbut
Matthew Dawolf โ When the Wolf Falls SilentI almost lost everything.Everything.For seconds.For one touch from her.For that warm body beneath mine.But I managed to pull myself back.I left Alesha in bed, her scent clinging to my skin, burning like a fire that consumed me more and more.My whole body screamed for her.My wolf howled, tore me apart inside, and ripped every feeling from me.But I knew.If I marked her now...If I made her mine...I would destroy everything I fought to protect.The kingdom.My lineage.The prophecy.Everything.I couldn't even wait to drink the tea. I knew that if I took more than a few seconds, it would be too late. I would regret it and go back to her, so as soon as I headed for the tent door, I tore open that little envelope of herbs and poured everything into my mouth at once.My fingers were trembling like a desperate man trying to grab onto the last rope before the abyss.I was so close to breaking.The taste was horrible, bitter like poison.B
Alesha Stokes โ The Huntress.I had already made up my mind.There.That night.In that tent.I was going to mate with him.He fell into my lap like an answer from the gods.The Supreme Alpha.So strong... so dominant...But now, beneath me, he seemed to be fighting not to surrender.I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring his taste. The sticky liquid.Delicious, hot, intense.The first time I had ever tasted a male.And I liked it.I liked it so much.His eyes burned me, red with desire, his breath a mere whisper between clenched teeth.I moved slowly, sliding over him.Only my thin pants separated my skin from his hard, stiff, throbbing cock.I felt the heat, the shape.Gods... he was huge.My body trembled in anticipation.I barely slid and already felt the head of his cock rubbing against my wet pussy, my sensitive clit being pressed in a delicious way.Without meaning to, I let out a low moan.His hands dug into my thighs, as if begging, as if begging me to stop.Even after everyt
Matthew DaWolf โ On the brink of ruinI looked at the entrance to the tentโฆ at the makeshift canvasโฆ and wondered, with what little lucidity I had left, if I would be able to leave after seeing what I had to see up close.But between leaving her wounded or putting myself in the hell I had created, the choice was already made.I pushed the canvas aside with my shoulder and entered the small, hot space, suffocated by her scent.Sweet, wild.I kneeled beside the makeshift bed, placing her carefully on the blankets.I tried to remain rational, cold.Check the wound. That was all I had to do. And then leave.With trembling hands, I picked up a piece of cloth that was on some boxes nearby. I needed to clean her wound.But the first glance at her thigh destroyed me.Her pale, smooth skin was marked only by the tear in her clothes and the red streak of dried blood.The problem was that the torn clothes showed too much.The line of her groin, the soft curve, seemed to call to my hands.I swall