Hey friends! Time is going fast for the wolves and witches. Lots of pups, but not a lot of action from the Riding Hoods. Are they lying in wait? Or planning something? Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
Kesha is extremely woozy, her heart rate and that of our pup’s falling dramatically in the last few minutes. The pup is stuck. Apparently Kesha’s body cannot make room for the pup to come out of the birth canal and be born no matter what they do. I’m so scared. I’ve been in battle with wolves more ferocious than feral wolves, taking on three and four at a time on my own. I’ve faced these demented witches. And even with all that, I’ve never been this scared. My mate. My perfect, beautiful mate. And my unborn pup. Their lives are in danger. A she-wolf’s body is made to care for her pup. To create life, to sustain life within their bodies. To defend their pup when their pup is in and out of their body. If the she-wolf isn’t able to give birth naturally…something is really wrong. C-sections aren’t unheard of in the wolf community, but they are rare. It’s only used during times of great distress for the pup and the she-wolf, meaning one or both of them are in imminent dange
Thank Hecate that everyone in leadership was at Kesha and Chloe’s birth. It gave me plenty of time to sneak in the rogues so that we could get Celeste and get out of here. Five months. Five months since I last touched Winnie. Five months since her scent, as mixed with the hospital antiseptic smells, filled my nose. Five months since my world was turned upside down. I’ll never feel whole again. But, if I can just get to Morgana. If I can just give her what she wants. I could just have a small part of Winnie with me forever. That’s all I can focus on. It’s all I can think about. My sole life’s purpose. I don’t care what it takes. I will do it. Which is why I told the Riding Hoods where our location is. Over the last five months, we have been observing the patrols. The packhouse that we’re at is in the center of Texas. They would have to go through one of the satellite territories just to get to us. There was also the matter of getting Celeste out. Morgana insi
In the moments just before my eyes opened, I willed the last 48 hours to be a dream. I willed myself to be back in the boring prison that Bella and the two councils had created for me. But the cold feeling of the shackles against my skin, the ache in my core, the hard bed beneath my body that my wrists and ankles were attached to assured me that it wasn’t. My mate was curled up against me, his body positioned so that his flaccid, but still enormous, dick was pressed against my outer lips. I felt raw. Abused. Bruises littered my skin. Scratches burned across my lower body from my mate’s claws where he gripped me. Hickies were all over my neck and chest. Everything hurts. After my mate marked me, his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream, I passed out from the combination of pain and pleasure. When I woke, I was draped across this male’s lap, his bulge hard against my cheek. “How much further until the cabin?” he growls out, a possessive hand on my ass. “About 10 minutes
1 month later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Nathan! Happy Birthday to you!” August 28th. My little guy is 6 years old. There is such a huge crowd here for my pup’s birthday that none of the buildings could hold us. Everyone from our pack, all of the wolves from the Artemis pack, all the witches that were at this satellite location, all of the trios and their pups, all of the alphas from the Alpha Council with their lunas and pups, and every pup from Nathan’s entire school and Homestead was here. All told, there were about 400 wolves gathered together throughout our packland for a six year old’s birthday party. Thank the Goddess that we’d said no gifts. Can you imagine trying to find places for all of those presents? Instead, we had everyone pay into a fund in Nathan’s name. We were using it to build playgrounds in all six satellite locations. Nathan was going to help us create them to include a toddler park, a park for younger k
Walking out of Iris’s room, I can’t help but feel a small pang of guilt that I didn’t negotiate to get her out as a condition of me helping the Riding Hoods. She’s just an innocent kid, not even 19 yet. She’s completely despondent. Not talking, barely eating. Even though the rogues have largely left her alone and the beatings have mostly ended since Celeste’s return to the Riding Hood’s custody, she’s broken. My understanding was Rhett was the first rogue to have her and he took her virginity in the most painful way that he could.Rhett obviously gets off on causing pain. If I didn’t know that from the stories about him I’ve heard from my mate and the witches, I would know from the agonizing screams that come from Celeste’s bedroom on a regular basis.Again, that small niggle of guilt worms its way around my chest when I think about bringing Celeste here just to cause her more pain. But, honestly, it’s worth the price. Anything that will bring even the semblance of Winnie ba
I come home to find a note taped to the front door, my name scrawled on the folded paper in Charlie’s handwriting. Curious, I hike the laptop bag I’m carrying further up on my shoulder before grabbing the paper and opening it. Come inside and take your clothes off beside the door. Walk directly to the playroom and put on the blindfold that’s hanging on the door knob. When you come into the playroom, don’t say anything. Await further instructions. ~ C Well, this sounds like fun! I hurriedly open the door, locking it behind me. Tonight was a night that the pups were with Clara, so we have the cabin to ourselves. Seems that Charlie wants to take full advantage of that. I take off my clothes and leave them in a pile in front of the door in my haste. I’m already sporting a semi just thinking about what’s going to happen, licking my lips thinking about the taste of my mates. Just as Charlie said, there is a blindfold waiting for me on the doorknob to the playroom. E
The minute I walked up to the cabin door and saw the folded paper with my name taped to it, my body reacted. This is what Charlie would do before we mated to Brandon when she wanted to be the dominant. I would walk up to our rooms in the packhouse and find a note with instructions. Since we marked and mated Brandon, Charlie has been content with being the submissive. Probably due to her enjoyment of pain, which Brandon showed me how to provide while still making it pleasurable. I feel like I’ve excelled in my learning, if I do say so myself! But I’ve missed Charlie’s dominant side, a fact that hasn’t really hit me until now. While Brandon is all about domination, Charlie is all about teasing and flirting with different sensations. Two different sides of the coin, both of which turn me on. So, when I saw Charlie’s note, I knew I was in for a good time. Come inside and go directly to the playroom. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed. No talking. Await further instructi
Zak has been straining for release since I sheathed him inside of me. I honestly don’t know how he’s managed not to cum, but I will happily reap the benefits of his engorged shaft in my pussy. Goddess, he feels amazing! The only thing that could make this feel better would be for me to have Brandon inside of me as well. But, he’s being such a good little sub. He’s going to get a reward all his own. Just thinking about the things I’ll do to him, plus the sensitivity from my previous orgasms has me on the precipice of another release. “Fuck, you feel so good inside of me, wolf! Do you want me to cream all over you?” I moan, staring into Zak’s eyes. He frantically nods his head, his eyes pleading with me. “Cum, boys. Cum for me,” I cry out as my orgasm takes me. I feel Zak immediately explode inside of me, his hoarse cry filling the air, both mine and Brandon’s moans mixing with his as we all cum. The feeling is exquisite as I feel Zak pumping inside of me, pushing my o