— During the performance of the Amathea's Warriors, Callisto is wearing a linen cloak, watching the stage from a small distance, hidden in the shadows of the night. His eyes are fixed firmly beyond the stage. They're locked on Rhea. And with his arms crossed, he barely blinks.“I shouldn't have allowed her to come…” He mutters to himself.“If you're so worried, why didn't you go with her?” Skôll asks with a yawn.Callisto's eyes land on Skôll, who's also wearing a linen cloak, but with a nonchalant posture. He opens his lips to answer him sharply, but gives up, pursing his lips and turning his eyes to Rhea again.Why didn't he go with her? Being around that she-wolf is dangerous. Ever since Callisto marked her, his behavior has become increasingly strange. His self-control has always been a virtue. Even when overcome by hatred, Callisto can reason with precision. All his attitudes have always been aimed at the best possible results. This is why acting impulsively or giving in to ins
Rhea opens her eyes fearfully as she notices no awful, sharp pain. In fact, the scent of Callisto doesn't really seem scary anymore, even mingled with the strong smell of blood. And what she finds is the Lycan King in human shape, full of his enemy's blood, standing right in front of her, a few inches away.She blinks a few times, noticing that although he has returned to human shape, his glowing eyes seem distant.“Callisto…” The name escapes low tone, but he doesn't answer her, or respond to her sweet voice.All Callisto does is stretch his hand to her shoulders, more specifically to the bite mark on her neck. She holds her breath when notices him moving closer, attaching her body to his bare, blood-stained skin. Callisto's warmth and scent is so cozy that she allows herself to close her eyes.Callisto brings his nose to her neck and inhales that scent deeply, which elicits a grunt deep in his throat. They're so close that she can feel his erection against her belly. The way Callist
Callisto's fingernails beat on the wooden table in a rhythm that's orderly even though his mind is far away. Despite his best efforts, he's unable to recall the moment he lost control. His head is completely blank. It's as if he didn't do it. In fact, if the circumstances were different, and he was told by someone else that he did such a thing, he wouldn't believe it.But Callisto's thoughts are interrupted when Skôll comes into the room and looks angry, just like he did when he arrived at the festival. His hair is wavy and rubs against his white eyelashes, which don't match his wild appearance. He's standing with half-closed eyes and crossed arms, relieving pheromones that Callisto could sense, even if he were on the other side of the Sacred Forest.“Esfeors' eldest son awaits you in the main hall.”“Who is that?” Callisto yawns, feeling sleepy as his frantic thoughts give him a break. He had not been able to sleep for a single moment since returning to the palace with Rhea. His bloo
Rhea seals her lips tightly and presses her knees together, feeling her heart hammering hard against her chest.What is Callisto doing here? Her mind tries to connect with reason, but his pheromones are reacting to hers… Which makes her even more intoxicated.“Rhea?” Callisto insists in a husky voice, entering the room.She closes her eyes and wonders why that man is taking so long. Caezar said he would get the things she asked for, such as chains and a pheromone suppressor, which he said might be in his vast arsenal of medicines. However, he has not returned yet. Fortunately, being a human, he cannot smell her or identify that the heat is approaching. But with Callisto… it's different with him.After all, his pheromones are hard to resist.Rhea had never smelled such an inviting and pleasing scent before. Even during the heat, the smells of the surrounding alphas had always been nauseating. Her body had never responded to
Callisto grunts with response, letting his pheromone get even stronger and make her gasp. It gets so intense that Rhea tries to press her knees together to relieve the feeling between her legs, but Callisto's body prevents her from closing them. She leans in, grabbing his neck to stand up and bring their bodies even closer together.Upon opening her eyes, she observes that his irises are glimmering with an intense yellow hue, igniting with a strong desire, and that the tips of his canines appear to be larger than usual. This doesn't scare her — in fact, it makes her even more aroused.Rhea moves her hips, as if she's trying to ride. And indeed she is, even if the clothes are still in the way. This makes even Callisto unable to hold back the hoarse, guttural moan that escapes from deep in his throat. Without thinking much about it, he reaches for her mouth, pulling her lower lip between his teeth in a soft but tempting way.She extends her tongue outward, m
“What am I?” Rhea’s forehead is frowning, as are her eyebrows and lips, which were groaning pleasantly earlier. “You looked like you were in the heat, but that shouldn't be so...” “I told you didn't have to worry about that.” She shouts out the words as if they were bitter, trying to extricate herself from his arms, which don't move a single inch despite her efforts. Yes, he's right — the heat shouldn't be that way... But when it comes to Rhea, things don't happen like they do with the other she-wolves. Rhea is cursed, after all. Now, it's Callisto's expression that shuts, “Is this how you thank those who help you?” Rhea gives a sarcastic laugh, “For someone who was only helping, you seem to enjoy yourself quite a bit, my King.” Callisto swallows dryly, processing her words intently. “You're right... How did you do that?” Rhea feels a twinge of discomfort and turns her back to him, even though her legs are weak and threaten to collapse at any moment. However, Callisto prevents
Callisto is looking at the mess he has made in his chambers by the mere possibility of Rhea wrapping herself in the arms of another man. The thought is intolerable… An anger that spreads through his body in flaming force… Something that seems beyond his control, beyond his understanding. How is it possible that he feels this way? Why his chest be taken by possessiveness, by such greedy?Rhea with another man? He will not let that happen.He will not let Rhea be with another man.“She's mine.” Callisto says between a deep, guttural growl in his throat. His beast is out of control these days… he almost sounds like a fucking werewolf that loses himself with the arrival of the full moon.“What the hell is this?” Skôll's voice comes in pure shock, but immediately alleviate him. Callisto would hate to admit it, but being alone with his demons is tormenting him.“I can't recognize myself, Skôll.” Callisto collapses on the mattress, sinking his head into his hands that rest on his knees. “I'm
The sun was setting on the horizon, hiding behind the barren mountains, when Callisto came out from the Capital in his full lunar form — a giant wolf with black fur and yellow eyes so intense they looked like amber. Sneaky, fast, and agile, he went to meet the pack of beasts reported by the vigilantes. Apparently, a pack of salamanders is approaching the Sacred Forest considerably fast. As the name suggests, this is an area where the beasts are incapable of entering. Actually, incapable is the wrong word. Beasts are naturally repelled by it, so their number grows as they get further away from the forest, and that means more danger. That's the reason the Lycans found refuge near the Forest after being exiled to the Bestiary Continent. But recently, Callisto has noticed that the number of beasts approaching the Sacred Forest has increased. In the last month, he had to fight creatures of all sizes, including these salamanders, which have a humanoid upper body with two arms and a head th
Long ago, when the universe was still in its beginning, the Moon Goddess committed the sin of falling in love with a human. Even though she was betrothed to the God of Beasts, she couldn't stop her feelings from taking root, strong as those of the Tree of Life. She was willing to give up her divinity to stand by her beloved… However, the Beast God felt betrayed and humiliated.In order to punish them, the Beast God cast a curse on the man and made him become a beast. That way, whenever night came and the Moon Goddess went to visit him, the man would become a bloodthirsty beast that wouldn't recognize anyone until dawn rose. However, true love cannot be destroyed by evil deeds. The man's feelings weren't broken, even if he transformed into a wolf against his will, every night for the rest of his miserable life.The Moon Goddess's love for her beloved was not weakened either. Quite the opposite. The beauty and persistence of her love were transformative. Even though things were tough, t
Rhea's heart beats so hard, she fears that the seemingly blind creature might hear it and feel even more spurred to attack. But even if she could stop the vicious beating, it wouldn't help because the smell of her blood is tempting the beast. She tries to drag herself across the sandy ground, doing her best to make sure no desperate grunts, no sounds escape through her lips, even if she's hurting herself by brushing her fragile skin against stones. Her eyes are wet, but she refuses to cry out for the mercy of the Moon Goddess, who has laid such a horrible curse on her poor existence. However, when the creature's feet hit the ground hard and kick up more dust, a stubborn tear trickles down her cheek — which she quickly wipes away, dirtying her face. The creature roars loudly, chilling Rhea's skin, causing her to immediately freeze. Her whole body is shaking, and even though her mind is screaming, begging to get on her feet and run, reason is telling her the obvious truth: there's no
I can't believe it… I can't believe it — Rhea tries to find the reason, tries to understand why her fingertips are bloody… How did she hurt him like that? Where did it come from… that growl?Her heel screws into a hole, and she goes down, scratching her knees on the stone floor, which she finally notices that doesn't belong to the palace surroundings… She's in the city, on the streets away from the Main Avenue.How the hell did I get here? She thinks, in despair, looking around, trying to appease the heart that's beating desperately in her chest, so hard that it seems about to tear through her chest.Rhea looks down at her hands open on the floor, at Callisto's blood that’s still on her skin, staining her fingers, under the nails that have become sharp like a wolf's.A wolf.She feels the cry loose from her throat, as well as a tear trickling from the corner of her eye, quickly losing itself down her contorted face.It doesn't make sense...... It doesn't make any sense! I shouldn't ha
Survivors of the fallen packs.These words continue to hover in Rhea's mind, taking her attention for the rest of the morning, to the point that she's completely oblivious to her surroundings. Since Rhea discovered that there were many children living in that orphanage, and that many others had lost their lives for being children of fallen alphas… A persistent knot has been in her throat.Is there something I can do to change this…?Rhea wrinkles her lips and a sigh escapes through them… But before any whimper becomes audible, she notices a sudden movement on the horizon, several men carrying timbers and setting up some sort of platform that took shape quickly, as she's sure that the day before there wasn't something like this.“Atria?” She calls to the nearest Lycan, without taking her eyes off those men who seem engaged to building.“Yes, my Queen?”“Is there something going on that I'm not aware of?”Atria stops beside Rhea, following the Queen's eyes that are beyond the horizon….
The only times Rhea has actually been to the Capital were on her arrival, which she didn't get out of the carriage, and the night of the festival — and, honestly, she doesn't have fond memories of the second one… Still, as the sun came up that morning, she put on her most comfortable clothes and decided it was finally time to leave the great stone walls of the palace and get to know a little more about her new people.She dismissed the company of the twins as, according to her, this is something she must by herself.Descending the small stone-covered hill, her eyes catch all the surrounding details. She had noticed it before, when she first arrived, but it's a truly living city. Unlike the barren lands that surround it, the Capital is covered by fragrant flowers and smiling people, who live their lives completely oblivious to the Queen's walk.Soon, her feet guided her to Main Avenue, a long cobblestone path, surrounded by square houses that rise to several levels, with some stalls on
The dress that Callisto delivered to Rhea's chamber is probably the most beautiful she has ever seen in her entire life, even though, as the daughter of a Werewolf Kingdom nobleman, she was used to beautiful and luxurious things. But this dress is something that certainly stands out; its silk threads have been woven with tiny diamonds that give points of light throughout the length. And its fit is so perfect that it seems to have been made directly on Rhea's body.Scented from head to toe, she smells herself, feeling no trace of her pheromone that should be out of control now that the moon has returned to the sky. Although the second day isn't as intense as the first, when it's in full glow, the curse should be sneaking up on her, setting her body on fire, making her completely lose her mind.For some reason, she's not feeling on the verge of madness.And as she walks to the hall, being guided by the Lycan twins, Rhea looks beyond the arches that connect to the beautiful garden, bathe
Rhea opens her eyes, feeling Callisto's warm breath on her neck, as well as his tongue sliding out, making a wet path to her mark, sucking discreetly… holding her hips firmly and rubbing his erection in the middle of her ass. She lets out a hoarse, low moan, and feels his chest rise and fall on her bare back. “Callisto…?” He growls against the back of her neck, giving a wet kiss, pulling her hips to meet his. She feels her ass slick, in a mixture of sweat, arousal, and pleasure that extended beyond the moment the full moon began to disappear from the sky. But unlike all other times the curse has taken over her body, the fire seems to be persisting even with the sun shining outside, spreading through the middle of her legs that’s ready to take him again. The scent of his pheromones is still hovering in the air, impregnated into her skin, being released with intensity. He continues to kiss the back of her neck, moving his hips so that his erection slides down the middle of her buttoc
Rhea sinks her knees into the mattress, sitting on his abs again. She tosses her black hair to one shoulder, resting her hands on his chest, which is rising and falling quickly from his abrupt breathing.Her skin is shivering, even her hard nipples are lifting the cloth, attracting the hungry eyes of Callisto, who can't help but notice how his Luna's skin is taking on the tan of the area.His firm hands move up her thighs, lifting the dress while his toughed, rough palm makes its way to the curves of her waist, while she pulls down one of the straps of the dress herself.But Callisto is impatient. The heat that's consuming him makes the beast inside him unable to reason. He wants to see his mate's body… Wants to see her smooth skin and perfect breasts — so he uses his sharp nails to rip the dress completely open, ridding her of those fabrics that aroused her skin at the slightest rub.Still with his sharp nails, Callisto holds her hip firmly, moving it slightly forward, sliding her we
Rhea's mind is completely blank. She can't resist Callisto's pheromones, which seem as inebriating as wine. Her nails slide down his bare thigh, scratching the tanned skin. She also rubs her lips together, flavoring the taste of his skin, and she moans as it tasted like the most delicious thing in the world.This makes Callisto shiver and draws the eyes of Rhea, who is now sitting on her own legs, struggling against the short cuffs on her wrists. Her eyes are completely wet, glistening in a mixture of deep desire and lust, but her gaze is soft and almost desperate — a real torture for Callisto, who feels his heart beating even more strongly.She returns her lips to his thigh, moving dangerously upward, dragging her tongue so that it leaves a wet path to his popping hipbone. Now she's getting on her knees, getting to the perfect height to hold his hips and rub her teeth on the curve the eight packs make in his abs. Again, she raises her eyes, seeing the way his eyes are glowing brightl