Celeste blinked her eyes, adjusting to the blinding light that greeted her. Memories from the moments leading up to her unconsciousness suddenly surged in her mind, like a movie reel on fast forward.
She could vividly recall being in the car, snuggled in Jeremy's warm embrace, everything seemingly peaceful and serene. Until... The car screeched to an abrupt halt, causing both Jermey and her to crash onto the unforgiving ground. The car door swung open, and a familiar scent tickled her nose before darkness engulfed her, like a magician's trick. And now, here she was, in this freaky-deeky place. As she lowered her gaze, her heart skipped a beat. There she was, tightly bound to a chair, like some sort of damsel in distress straight out of an action flick. Looking around, she spotted Jeremy and the other wolves. But they were still unconscious. Well, at least she wasn't alone in this madness. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, taking it all in. Th"Wait… So there was actually another survivor of the attack back then?" Kent barely had a chance to utter a word before Kate blurted out, her voice filled with astonishment. Celeste shifted her gaze towards Kate and caught a glimpse of worry and apprehension in her eyes. Could it be that Kate was also part of Kent's old wolf pack? It was at that moment that Celeste realized how little she knew about the rogues. She had been living in the rogue pack for nearly a month, but she never truly delved into the history of the wolves in the pack. It was as if deep down, she knew she would leave eventually. She didn't have a clue why the other wolves had joined Kent's pack. Sure, she knew some rogues had broken away from their former packs to join Kent, but how many of them were from Kent's old pack? Judging by the way Kent and Kate interacted, it seemed like they had known each other for ages. So, was Kate, too, a member of the wolf pack from back then? C
Celeste followed the direction of Kent's pointing finger and laid her eyes upon Jeremy, who was still deep in peaceful slumber. A peaceful expression graced the man's face, indicating that he was completely oblivious to Kent's ill intentions. Jeremy was in his dream and probably had no idea that he was trapped in a perilous, unfamiliar territory. Taking a daring step forward, Kent seized Celeste's shoulders firmly. Her gaze swiftly shifted back to the man, catching a glimpse of flickering flames dancing in his eyes. Celeste licked her lips and shook her head. "I don't know what the Moon Goddess intends to do, and I don't even know if I can trust her. But for now, it's the best damn explanation I can come up with." She then turned her head towards Jeremy, finding solace and renewed strength in his presence. Placing a hand on her own shoulder, she gently peeled away Kent's grip. "I've told you before, Kent. I can never be your Luna. My heart's been claimed by hi
Kent let out an exasperated breath and cast a glance at the slumbering werewolves. But he didn’t do anything. Celeste arched one eyebrow inquisitively. "I believe I have already explained our purpose here quite clearly. We are not here to harm you or your pack! We just wanna clear up any misunderstandings and, if possible, gain an ally." "An ally... What's the plan once we're in cahoots? Are we gonna wage war on the hunters? And can you really guarantee that my pack will become mightier once we join forces with yours?" Kent's tone took on a more matter-of-fact air. Gone were the deep, intimate undertones he had with Celeste earlier. Besides, judging from his tone, it was clear that Kent wasn't about to bow down to their pack. They should be on equal footing, at the very least. "Yeah. We want you to be our allies so we can work together to get rid of the hunters. Just think of the atrocities they've committed against your pack. If you're yearning f
Ever since they got back from the rogues, the werewolves had scampered back to the cozy little town. Although the rogues did not become an ally of their wolf pack, at least it seemed like Kent believed in Celeste's words. Their attention now shifted from plotting revenge against their wolf pack and harming their Alpha to fixating on the hunters instead. But the unanswered questions were piling up like werewolves in a moonlit forest. Who on earth were Jeremy's parents, really? They were itching to track down Kent again and uncover the secrets. Unfortunately, Kent couldn't care less about a meeting. The slippery man had vanished into thin air, and they had no clue where he had scampered off to. Nevertheless, those matters could take a back seat for now. The howling truth was that their current priority lay in bolstering the entire wolf pack, bracing themselves for the hunters' next move. They even toyed with the wild idea of strengthening their pack to a fearsom
This wasn't the first time Celeste had heard Jeremy's voice when he was turned on, but she had never heard it so husky. It seemed like Jeremy himself was taken aback by his own voice, as he cleared his throat and softly whispered against Celeste's lips, "Do you like it, Celeste?" As he spoke, his warm breath caressed her lips, leaving a slight moistness behind. Their lips were so close, every movement of Jeremy's mouth tickled Celeste's, creating a delightful sensation that made her lips tingle. Celeste's lips curled into a playful smile. "Yes, I do," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Jeremy's. Her voice was a gentle breeze, barely audible. But their proximity allowed Jeremy to capture her words from the subtle movements of her lips. The deepening smile on Jeremy's face confirmed it. In the next moment, Jeremy's lips gentely met Celeste's. It was different from their previous passionate kisses. This time, their kiss was infused with tenderness, like a butter
That moan seemed to set Jeremy's nerves ablaze even more. His canines pressed deeper, tantalizing and teasing Celeste's sensitive skin, like a skilled musician coaxing enchanting melodies from his instrument. In response, Celeste's hands instinctively wound around Jeremy's broad shoulders. The unexpected pang of pain caused her grip to tighten, her fingers digging into his muscular frame. Yet, strangely, this surge of power and the hint of discomfort seemed to ripple through Jeremy as well, igniting an untamed desire within him. As their bodies pressed together, Celeste's ears picked up Jeremy's low, rumbling growls. Evidently, he too found pleasure in the magnetic pull between them. His hands roamed her curves, drawing her irresistibly closer until they melded into a seamless embrace. Their bodies now intimately entwined, separated only by the whisper-thin layer of fabric. Unable to resist the overwhelming sensation, Celeste surrendered, shutting her eyes. Bu
The sun was blazing high in the sky, casting its warm rays onto Celeste's eyelids, causing a playful flutter. But the light didn't seem content with staying put. Instead, it wiggled and jiggled, driving Celeste to the brink of annoyance. Unable to resist any longer, she cracked open her eyes. To her surprise, it wasn't Jeremy who greeted her, but another face she knew all too well. Why on earth was Kent here again? "Seriously, why am I not the least bit surprised to see you standing at my bed like a pervert?" Celeste quipped, suppressing a yawn and a sigh. She had thought their defenses were reinforced, but it seemed like nothing had changed at all. Kent still had a knack for sneaking in whenever he pleased. As Celeste glanced to the side, she spotted Jeremy, peacefully lost in dreamland. No doubt he had fallen victim to yet another sleep spell. And then, like a bolt of lightning, she remembered what they had gotten up to the night before. Oh, bo
Everything happened in a blur, too fast for Celeste's brain to keep up with her eyes, leaving her bewildered about what the heck was going on right in front of her. Out of the blue, Jeremy's eyes snapped open, laser-focused on Kent as if he had a built-in GPS in those eyeballs. And without a moment's hesitation, he sprang up from the bed like a coiled spring, launching himself straight at the rogue like a missile in flight. Time seemed to slow down as Jeremy's fist arced toward Kent, but Kent had his wits about him and skillfully dodged the incoming punch. Little did he know, though, that Jeremy had a sneaky surprise waiting below. And with a knock, Jeremy's other fist connected with a solid thud right into Kent's gut. A grunt escaped Kent's lips as he staggered back a few steps, clutching his stomach in agony. Jeremy's punch packed a serious wallop, no doubt about it. "Consider that payback for your sleep magic you cast on me, motherfucker!" Jeremy sna