Bellinor had just left Alinta at the library, as he had important business to attend to. The woman made her way about the space, staring at all the books in awe. She tried to reach out to Angela, but still, she could not feel her wolf. She must be with Onyx; that’s probably why I can’t feel her, she sighed to herself, in dismay. It was the first time ever that Angela snapped at her like that and avoided her for so long. Alinta absentmindedly grabbed a large book while she thought over the conversation before Angela got angry, and it continued to deeply bother her. She sat down on the faint couch, staring seriously into nothingness, and then she quickly realised something. Could it be that Ange is still mourning over Silas and Orion? Though I thought she seemed to have adjusted quite well to Onyx and Bellinor. Angela only grieved for an instant when she told me that our second mate was gone, but she sounded more angry than sad then. Dammit! What sister am I?! I never visited my poor
“Great! I look forward to your update. Thank you for your time, Mr. Crassus. Have a good day further,” Kyle greeted. He remained quiet until Bellinor returned the farewell and ended the call. He released a frustrated exhale and looked at his notes helplessly. Kyle was spent.In the past few days, after investigating the Reverie Villa, he and his team uncovered evidence on a massive scale. Which linked multiple old and new cases to numerous she-wolves who had dissapeared. Additionally, they discovered several underground dungeons where women were brought in and kept before being auctioned off for entertainment in the extravagant parties hosted at the villa.Kyle had a long list of suspects connected to both trafficking and drug-related activities. It was a significant discovery, but it also meant more sleepless nights. Kyle did not mind, though; in fact, he and his wolf were anxious to find those missing women and put every foul bastard involved behind bars. Martha settled on a plea an
Strenuous breaths and suffocating kisses of pleasure echo through the bare room. She is helpless, though he has betrayed her, and threw her away even due to his selfishness, their bond has finally brought them together. She ran away, and when he found her, she desperately tried to distance herself from him with all her being, but here they are, bodies aligned perfectly, and now she is completely powerless against the mate bond. Yearning only for his love."You are mine Rebekah, you will never escape me again!" He growled determinedly, his hot breath caressing her face before he aggressively continued to devour her swollen lips."Roman," Rebekah moaned as he licked her neck with his seductive tongue, trapping her with the weight of his body against the wall. He unzips his jeans and starts pump..."Nope, nuh-uh, I'm done!""Ah no please, don't stop reading. I beg of you Alinta!" The sound of a book slammed shut echoes through the empty library."You and I are done here Ange," said Alint
"Loved Until Death" was no mere love drama, but an actual documentary of a woman who was infatuated with her high school crush. As the years passed, so did her obsession with him grow, but the man of her desire rejected her countless times. Eventually, she snapped and devised a plan to kidnap and torture him up to the point where he fell victim to Stockholm syndrome.She held him captive for three years until, fortunately, she became the main suspect in his disappearance and was ultimately caught. During the raid, as the police barged into her cellar, they found the woman sitting on her captive's lap, willingly holding her by the waist. She threatened that if the police came any closer, she would take both their lives. During the negotiations, the kidnapper was about to fulfil her promise when she was shot, and the man was saved. Unfortunately, the woman had psychologically ruined him to the point of no return. Two months after the incident, he took his own life, claiming he wanted to
As life stirred within her once more, a panicked voice cried out in relief, "Thank the Moon! You are awake!"Alinta opened her eyes and nearly jumped when she saw a familiar face filling her vision. "Helen? What happened?" she groaned."You scared the life out of me, that's what happened! When you didn’t show up at the café, Lilly tried to contact Ange to find out if you were still on your way. When she couldn’t reach her, I headed straight to your place only to find a huge red wolf passed out on your doorstep! How are you feeling? Can you get up? I'm taking you to the doc!"Alinta took a moment to assess her surroundings and mentally evaluate herself. "Ange you okay?" she quickly asked, before looking at her friend with a puzzled expression."Yeah, I feel fine now, but that was rough!" Angela grunted somewhat feral."We're good now, thank you, Helen. I don't know what happened, but on our way home, we started feeling off, and as Ange reached the porch, it was lights out. You mentione
"Rogue Deity? No, I have never heard of such an entity," Alinta replied, intrigued."As you know, a true rogue is a title reserved for criminals of our kind, not for a wolf who leaves his family or friends to travel alone in search of adventure. The Deity in this story was a powerful wolf, created specifically to control and dominate immoral wolves of power, such as kings and leaders," said the old woman, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Those men of power became increasingly corrupt due to their human disposition, making them susceptible to temptation." Deanna paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing."I think I need to start from the very beginning!""No, she always does this!" Angela exclaimed in the confines of her person's mind. Alinta smiled, stifling a laugh. Unlike Angela, she didn't mind waiting; Aunt Deanna's storytelling was an art to behold."Now, as you know, around 2100 BC our race was created by a dark witch who cursed a shepherd for selling her
Deanna entered with a tea trolley, and a huge grin on her face. "Now, for a more pressing matter in the present! How are things with you, my child? You’ve been like a ghost these days."Alinta smiled gratefully as she poured herself some tea and grabbed a muffin. "These smell divine! Thank you, Aunt Deanna. I'm doing well, I’m finally able to close the chapter on my mother’s passing and found peace. I’m ready to make some much-needed changes to the cottage I had been putting off.""That is wonderful news to hear, my dear! Your mother would be so thrilled. I know Estelle would want for you to move on and be happy."Alinta stared down at her cup while stirring the spoon gently, she could only nod her head in agreement, for Deanna spoke the truth, but it was difficult for her to talk when hearing her mother's name. "Anything else?" Deanna asked playfully, raising and lowering her eyebrows to lighten up the mood.Alinta's cheeks flushed, and she quickly dismissed the question. "Nope, unfo
It was a breezeless night in the famous Silver Forest, with the moon appearing large and intimidating as it hung close to the earth. Werewolves considered this a blessed time, for the Moon God was making his presence known to his children.The Silver River flowed lazily, allowing any bypasser to see the moon's clear reflection in the water. It was close to midnight, and the forest was silent, except for the occasional cricket rubbing its legs in search of companionship. The moon shone at its brightest, softly illuminating everything in its silver light. Every full moon brought this enchanting glow to the forest, which is how it earned the name Silver Forest. However, tonight, the moon radiated an extraordinary beauty.Gradually, a few bubbles erupted from the water, disturbing the tranquil atmosphere. Cautious frogs, sound asleep on their lily pads, sleepily turned to look at the disturbance. More bubbles followed, and fish nearby jumped out of the water as if frightened by something.
“Great! I look forward to your update. Thank you for your time, Mr. Crassus. Have a good day further,” Kyle greeted. He remained quiet until Bellinor returned the farewell and ended the call. He released a frustrated exhale and looked at his notes helplessly. Kyle was spent.In the past few days, after investigating the Reverie Villa, he and his team uncovered evidence on a massive scale. Which linked multiple old and new cases to numerous she-wolves who had dissapeared. Additionally, they discovered several underground dungeons where women were brought in and kept before being auctioned off for entertainment in the extravagant parties hosted at the villa.Kyle had a long list of suspects connected to both trafficking and drug-related activities. It was a significant discovery, but it also meant more sleepless nights. Kyle did not mind, though; in fact, he and his wolf were anxious to find those missing women and put every foul bastard involved behind bars. Martha settled on a plea an
Bellinor had just left Alinta at the library, as he had important business to attend to. The woman made her way about the space, staring at all the books in awe. She tried to reach out to Angela, but still, she could not feel her wolf. She must be with Onyx; that’s probably why I can’t feel her, she sighed to herself, in dismay. It was the first time ever that Angela snapped at her like that and avoided her for so long. Alinta absentmindedly grabbed a large book while she thought over the conversation before Angela got angry, and it continued to deeply bother her. She sat down on the faint couch, staring seriously into nothingness, and then she quickly realised something. Could it be that Ange is still mourning over Silas and Orion? Though I thought she seemed to have adjusted quite well to Onyx and Bellinor. Angela only grieved for an instant when she told me that our second mate was gone, but she sounded more angry than sad then. Dammit! What sister am I?! I never visited my poor
"It was nothing important, now... where were we? Hmmm?" he asked with two fingers under her chin. Alinta blushed profusely; she gazed at him with loving eyes, further bettering his mood. "Enjoy your meal, my love," Bellinor said gently and kissed her once more before he sat at the other end of the table to receive his breakfast. The two ate in silence, but Bellinor did not dare take his eyes off his treasure. Her presence and the sight of her was an addiction to his eyes. He could never tire of looking at her. Bellinor worshipped everything about Alinta—her movements, her physique, her posture, and her striking emerald green eyes. Her swan-like neck, the shape of her face and her long eyelashes are all so captivating! Every aspect of her complemented each other in perfect harmony. To him, she was the perfect she-wolf, and his obsession with her continued to grow. Now and then, a whiff of her fragrance would drift past his nose, further making him run away with his thoughts as he cont
Draven rampaged through his forest, burning and obliterating every tree or obstacle in his path with his violent violet rays of light. He was filled with anger, anxiety, and restlessness. He understood Alinta's vision; it was no mere dream but a threat—a warning that Silas had somehow grown stronger.Draven struggled to identify the source of Silas' newfound power, which only fueled his frustrations further. He could only come up with three possibilities: first, the Moon had decided to descend to Earth; second, the Moon had sacrificed some of his life force to his celestial wolf; or third, Silas had absorbed the souls of werewolves, as he had done. None of these theories provided a sound conclusion.It most definitely could not be the first, for the stars foretold the union between God and werewolf, and it came to pass with Alinta’s mother thirty years ago. The Moon wouldn’t be foolish enough to consider the second method, for Silas was already half of him. Sacrificing more of his ene
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains scenes of rape and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.It was three a.m. and Bellinor’s eyelids flung open, but his orbs glowed a frightening shade of amethyst, meaning Draven was in control. He got up and stealthily proceeded to his treasure’s room, like a silent shadow. His heart fluttered excitedly as he saw his sleeping beauty.“It has been a few days since you accepted us, my princess,” he murmured in somewhat of a trance. “I must confess, my patience is gradually withering away. How I hunger for you, my scarlet damsel. Though I may possess your luscious wolf, I am a greedy entity with a dire appetite.”Draven carefully sat beside his desire, becoming more enrapt by Alinta’s splendour. “I need to be compensated for my patience, no?′ His piercing wolf eyes leered over her body. “This will be just our little satisfying secret,” Draven whispered as he placed his hand on her head and gras
"Mmmmm, you like that handsome?" Martha asked seductively."Please, Alinta, stop," Silas managed to mumble weakly, as though he had succumbed to whatever drugged him.Martha looked at his faded fated mark. "Just a little more, then you will feel so much better, my love," she coaxed sweetly and started to climb on him. She aligned herself with his upright shaft in her firm grasp and carefully lowered herself readying for that fateful contact. "He's soon to be ours. Once he feels this bliss he will never want to see that bitch," Breathed Martha excitedly to her wolf as she savoured the moment."Hurry up and sit already! It's torture enough that we've been doing all the work!" Tina whinnied impatiently."YOU ARE NOT MY MATE!" roared an ear-splitting voice vehemently. Martha was sent flying across the room. Orion breathed heavily as he weakly sat up and attempted to get dressed. He abandoned his objective and started to snarl; his body was unreliable as it was, and he needed to shift to h
*November 30, 2024**Alinta gasped awake, Bellinor grabbed at his chest and shook violently."Bellinor!" she exclaimed mutedly, as she saw him, he was pale as a ghost, and sweat dripped from his face. He groaned and grunted in utmost pain. "Bellinor? What's wrong? Please!" Alinta screamed voicelessly, as she sat up over him, desperately caressing his distorted face. He looked at her with his pale lilac eyes, but they were distant, and his mouth was open. Alinta recognised he was having a minor seizure, she pushed him to his side with all her strength so that he did not choke.A drop of blood ran from his nose down his cheek. Alinta's body froze from absolute terror for a few moments, as though scared if she moved she would hurt him further. As she observed him, more blood ran down his cheek, her mind became hysterical as she remembered the elevator incident. No, no, no, not again! Oh please spare him! Alinta cried in her mind. She held him, as she prayed to the Moon, begging that he b
"Please make yourself comfortable, Orion," Tina hummed sweetly as her large blue eyes visibly devoured his aesthetics."Thank you," replied Silas as he took a seat.She closed the door and then sat behind her desk, "So what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"Silas noted her excitement as she tried to contain her composure and could smell her arousal as it became most potent. "It seems both of us are speaking on behalf of our human counterparts. What's your name, she-wolf?" he asked politely."T-Tina," she stammered, surprised at how his wolf caught on so quickly without her shifting her eye colour. "And yours handsome?""Silas," he said calmly, offering a gentle smile, nearly causing Tina to melt. I would like to ask you a few things, and I'd be grateful for your cooperation, Miss Tina." Silas took her hand and kissed it, nearly causing Tina to have a heart attack, "My mate has indeed betrayed me and I need to know where she has gone.""I am sure Officer Kyle would be able to he
Deep within Bellinor's mind, Onyx woke up sleepily. As he observed his surroundings, he realized he was in a large pit of complete darkness. Restlessly, he paced in circles, howling and barking in an attempt to reach his human counterpart.“Bellinor!” he called, but was met with utter silence.“What is the meaning of this? Am I truly nothing to you?” he bellowed with all his might, but still, there was no response. Had his counterpart really discarded him just like that, after being together for seventy-six years?He snorted in absolute ridicule, unable to believe it had come to this. Onyx felt betrayed, and the pain in his heart was almost unbearable. But he was determined not to cry; he refused to show weakness and would not give Bellinor and his new wolf the satisfaction. He needed to speak to Draven—he had the right to see his chosen mate. If Draven refused, Onyx would challenge him, even if it meant his demise. He was prepared to risk everything, everything for the one wolf that