I flet like my body was floating in the Dead Sea. So saturated with salt, there was nothing I had to do but be present. Allow my body to float. Trust that the salty sea water will keep me a float. Or in my case, I had to trust my mate. His hands gripped my back as he came again. "Holy Moon Goddess! Fuck!" His hot load shot up inside of me, hitting a button that could only be THE button; the g-spot. Each time he did this, I bit his neck so hard there were spots of broken blood vessels and bruises starting to form. But this time it was too intense. My body shook fervently under Max's human self, I let out a loud cry of pain and pleasure as he moaned in my ear from my pelvic floor contracting and relaxing, allowing him to slip out of me and leave me. It was as though a part of me was missing without us conntected like that. But this time I bit down and left a mark. My canines had distended only for a moment and then retracted just as quickly. My lips kissed that spot. "You making it
The bath water was getting cold, but as much as I wanted to move, I couldn't. I felt this urge to be given permission. Like a child asks from their parents. Wait, was this what it means to have "daddy issues"? I thought to myself. Before I could even remember that I was not alone in here, I heard scoff and then a chuckle. "Max?" "Yes, my Queen?" He was in the shower after cleaning up everything in the living room. I had been in this bath a long time. Too long. "I'll tell you when you can get out of the bath." "Could you, um, maybe, stop listening to my every thought?" I was not as assertive or confident in myself and I couldn't seem to shake it. "Please, Max?" A low growl made my stomach turn into knots. I dunked my head under the water in fear. I felt the bubbles leave my nose as I let my last bit of air out and knew if I tried to breathe now I would fill my lungs with water so I pinched my nostrils with my thumb and index finger. All the sudden I felt cold and and out of bre
"Max." I tried to say playfully but my tone was anything but playful. "You know what I need. You, my Alpha," letting his title as the top dog, so to say, linger on my tongue in a more sexy tone. I was wrapped up in a giant bath towel trying not to cough from how tight Max's hand was on my throat. He towered over me, it was like his body was becoming more beastly and muscular. And even taller! How was this possible? "All things are possible, little mate." I did feel small compared to him when he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in for a hug. Which was exactly what I needed. I'd never felt safer or more loved. It was a feeling of home. The last time I felt like this was with my dad. "Me too." Max voice broke, "yeah I was kind of a dick to my dad before he died. Worked up over something stupid about turning 18 and the responsibilities that come with being the leader of the pack." "I hugged my dad before he died. You know that feeling you get when something just feels off? L
Dear Reader, My editor and the people of GoodNovel haven't resonded to a single email or checked my edits in over 2 months now. They own Middle Land but they haven't been forthcoming about anything else. They refused to acknowledge my completed work that was up for competition: Talk Dirty to Me.They said this book would sign as exclusive and it's non-exclusive, so I don't get the benefits of being a writer from this story. I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels. I'm on Dreame with a very popular story: My Teacher, My MateYou can search for me under Molly Chu or the title above.I'm on WattPad under my new pseudonim: Kat JamesI've won prizes for my works on other websites and been offered to ghost write for a well-known, published books in hardback and softback, and so this might be my last novel on here and it's actually getting offers elsewhere so I might move over to another platform soon and finish this novel on there because I highly d
People aren't complicated. They are uncomfortable with the unknown and change, which is why werewolves were hunted and killed off even before the witch trials. The Middle Ages was truly a dark time for supernatural beings. Because of this werewolves, and other supernatural creatures, needed to go into hiding from hunters and the human population. Werewolves felt so alone and disconnected with their kind that they turned to the Moon Goddess, Selene, for help. Selene, the daughter of Titans, came to their aid. The Moon is Selene, and she is the moon. They are one in the same. The symbol for the triple goddess, two cresent moons on the end of a full moon, is one of the only symbols of change that is loved. Change gets a negative repuation. Change can be scary. The unknown is scary. But Selene embraces change as she goes though each new phase of her being. Using the cover of complete darkness, under Selene's new moon, she came to her children in
I was running away from someone or something. I didn't know. My bones ached as I pushed my body to the limit. Cryinig out in pain I hit the ground - running. Only this time on all fours. My body shot forward faster than it ever had. My senses were hightened, making it easier to dodge trees and brush in my way. I could do this. I could out run it. But something pulled me towards another part of the forest. The part our parents have warned us not to ever step foot on. I had paws, so technically I wasn't breaking any rules. Smiling to myself I ran across the forest feeling so alive and free. The closer I got, the more I felt a need to be there. A burning desire mixed with a sense of duty. As a track athlete I knew how to run. I knew how to bring a team together even though most track and field sports are individual competitions. I was running towards a new team. A team that needed me. Warm scents surrounded me. My entire being felt relaxed an
Henry seemed to zone out on me and pulled his hand away like I had zapped him. He nodded his head and asked if I wanted to join him and Max for acai bowls in town. "But, school. It's the middle of the day." We weren't allowed to just leave. My old high school allowed seniors to grab lunch off campus or leave early if they had study hall last period but this high school was pretty strict about attendence. "Not to worry, Max has it covered." He smiled and took my backpack, throwing it over his shoulder like my textbooks weighed nothing. "Uh, how?" Who can be in two places at once? Someone is going to notice if we go missing. "Don't worry about it." Henry just shut me down. For a nice guy who is laid back, he seemed awfully agitated by my questions all of the sudden. My completely, understandable, and logical questions. Were they going to murder me? My life is worth more than an acai bowl, which costs $12 before adding anything into it. Natur
I was happy to leave Max behind while he got himself together. He had a little hissy fit because I didn't do as he said. Maybe this is just a bad dream? I mean, my dreams have been very vivid lately. Maybe dinner hadn't sat well with me and I'm still asleep having a very vivid night terror. At least that's what I kept telling myself as Henry took Max's car and drove me home. "Henry?" I didn't know where to start, but I had a lot of questions for him and his friend. "Tara, why don't you go inside and forgot today happened. I know Max will want to take you on a real date. Especially since this didn'tt go as planned. He sort of freaked when he noticed you weren't eating your lunch." "So you guys ARE stalking me?! You know that's illegal, right?" I jumped back from the car that I had already climbed out of but felt like if I got too close I'd be pulled back in. "Uh. It's not illegal for us. I mean, not in this case." "What the -? Ser
Dear Reader, My editor and the people of GoodNovel haven't resonded to a single email or checked my edits in over 2 months now. They own Middle Land but they haven't been forthcoming about anything else. They refused to acknowledge my completed work that was up for competition: Talk Dirty to Me.They said this book would sign as exclusive and it's non-exclusive, so I don't get the benefits of being a writer from this story. I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels. I'm on Dreame with a very popular story: My Teacher, My MateYou can search for me under Molly Chu or the title above.I'm on WattPad under my new pseudonim: Kat JamesI've won prizes for my works on other websites and been offered to ghost write for a well-known, published books in hardback and softback, and so this might be my last novel on here and it's actually getting offers elsewhere so I might move over to another platform soon and finish this novel on there because I highly d
"Max." I tried to say playfully but my tone was anything but playful. "You know what I need. You, my Alpha," letting his title as the top dog, so to say, linger on my tongue in a more sexy tone. I was wrapped up in a giant bath towel trying not to cough from how tight Max's hand was on my throat. He towered over me, it was like his body was becoming more beastly and muscular. And even taller! How was this possible? "All things are possible, little mate." I did feel small compared to him when he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in for a hug. Which was exactly what I needed. I'd never felt safer or more loved. It was a feeling of home. The last time I felt like this was with my dad. "Me too." Max voice broke, "yeah I was kind of a dick to my dad before he died. Worked up over something stupid about turning 18 and the responsibilities that come with being the leader of the pack." "I hugged my dad before he died. You know that feeling you get when something just feels off? L
The bath water was getting cold, but as much as I wanted to move, I couldn't. I felt this urge to be given permission. Like a child asks from their parents. Wait, was this what it means to have "daddy issues"? I thought to myself. Before I could even remember that I was not alone in here, I heard scoff and then a chuckle. "Max?" "Yes, my Queen?" He was in the shower after cleaning up everything in the living room. I had been in this bath a long time. Too long. "I'll tell you when you can get out of the bath." "Could you, um, maybe, stop listening to my every thought?" I was not as assertive or confident in myself and I couldn't seem to shake it. "Please, Max?" A low growl made my stomach turn into knots. I dunked my head under the water in fear. I felt the bubbles leave my nose as I let my last bit of air out and knew if I tried to breathe now I would fill my lungs with water so I pinched my nostrils with my thumb and index finger. All the sudden I felt cold and and out of bre
I flet like my body was floating in the Dead Sea. So saturated with salt, there was nothing I had to do but be present. Allow my body to float. Trust that the salty sea water will keep me a float. Or in my case, I had to trust my mate. His hands gripped my back as he came again. "Holy Moon Goddess! Fuck!" His hot load shot up inside of me, hitting a button that could only be THE button; the g-spot. Each time he did this, I bit his neck so hard there were spots of broken blood vessels and bruises starting to form. But this time it was too intense. My body shook fervently under Max's human self, I let out a loud cry of pain and pleasure as he moaned in my ear from my pelvic floor contracting and relaxing, allowing him to slip out of me and leave me. It was as though a part of me was missing without us conntected like that. But this time I bit down and left a mark. My canines had distended only for a moment and then retracted just as quickly. My lips kissed that spot. "You making it
My body felt like it was floating in the Dead Sea. So saturated with salt, there was nothing I had to do but be present. Allow my body to float. Trust that the salty sea water will keep me a float. Or in my case, I had to trust my mate. His hands gripped my back as he came again. "Holy Moon Goddess! Fuck!" His hot load shot up inside of me, hitting a button that could only be THE button; the g-spot. Each time he did this, I bit his neck so hard there were spots of broken blood vessels and bruises starting to form. But this time it was too intense. My body shook fervently under Max's human self, I let out a loud cry of pain and pleasure as he moaned in my ear from my pelvic floor contracting and relaxing, allowing him to slip out of me and leave me. It was as though a part of me was missing without us conntected like that. But this time I bit down and left a mark. My canines had distended only for a moment and then retracted just as quickly. My lips kissed that spot. "You making it
Growling, the mid shift beast in front of me was still half man and half beast, but all Max. Ripped abdominal muscles, big strong arms, his hands looked like they were in transition, just like his face, and feet, and other parts. I was on edge, feeling like I couldn't hold it in any longer, but knowing I had to wait for him to grant me permission to let go. I don't honestly know what that means because I could end up cumming or peeing or anything at this point. My body was wound tight and only he held the power to allow me to relax. "Your mine and mine alone now, little mate." Each word he said made my stomach knot. Each punctuation hitting me again and again. It was deliciously torturous. A raw nerve being touched again and again sending bolts of lightening through my body wasn't just like a tongue flicking my clit kind of pleasure, but also like overloading my senses. A pain unlike anything I knew. All the sudden Max jumped up with such inertia that I started to fall onto my bac
Werewolves display submission to their Alpha by lowering their heads to the side, showing their most vulnerable spot on their neck. Just one bite or swipe by an Alpha's paw would lead to certain death; but I wasn't submitting to my Alpha the way a pack member submits. They show they aren't going to fight the Alpha, follow orders (even if they don't agree with them or like them), and most importantly won't challange the Alpha for his position. They submit to being part of the pack. I was submitting to my Alpha as his queen. Only to love the man and the beast that entwined were my mate. Not for better or for worse. Forever. No questions asked. This submission was completely different, and way hotter. I could barely keep myself together forcing myself to stay still because I knew that to my Alpha was to submit to my partner completely. To allow them to take control and trust in them. Have faith in their knowledge of me. This was a total power exchange. This meant that all decisions are m
I turned to the door and ran at it with full force. My weakened body made a thud noise. I slid down the unopened door that had not budged or bent with my blow. I crouched down with my back on the door and pulled my knees into my chest. I let my head fall and the tears to continue to flow. I sniffled trying to pull all of my sweat, tears, blood, and snot back into my body without any luck. But my right nostil opened up just enough for me to catch a calming scent. A unique scent. His scent. My Alpha. Of course that scent would calm me now. I was at his at his mercy now that I had changed. If the research I had read and documentaries I had watched with Ginny were based in truth, that would mean my whole demeanor could be altered by my Alpha's scent, or better known as pheromones. This tidbit of information made it difficult to breathe, not wanting to have this impact my way of being. But it already had. I felt calmer. I had stopped crying. Licking my tears and snot away, I mumbled,
The chill behind me was from the lack of my Alpha's warm body. A door slammed and I was left alone and cold. Tears welled up in my eyes. My head started to pound as if it were matching the beat of my heart, just louder. My fingers gathered together tightly into fists at my sides, as the heat of wanting my mate dimmed. A wild fire of frustration burned deep within me. So deep it hit the anger of my father's death. My father. A good man. A man that was my rock for so long. A man who apparently had to die for this whole bull crap prophecy to happen. Tears streamed down my face without apology as my body shook from the deep dark crevasse that my Alpha's rejection and abandonment of me had opened. A wound only recently created by the death of my father and having to move from my home to a strange town. A wound that had only just begun to scar over. But my Alpha's actions had cut it open again and possibly he made it even deeper this time. Alone. I was alone. Unwanted. A fatherless daugh