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
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
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 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
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
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
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….
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