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Why the moon roars Apart
CYRUS’ POV“It's okay. I know you'll stop if I tell you to. I'm not made of glass, Cyrus. I'll be fine.”When Baekalis had said those words to me last night, something in me snapped. She'd said it straight to my face: I'm not made of glass. If those weren't the balls a Luna should have, then I don't know what were. She was perfect in every way, and she took me so well last night. And her scent. Dear god, her scent. I wish I could materialise it and turn it into some kind of pill so I could grind it and sniff it like a deranged junkie would do to fine and fancy cocaine. Only to sneeze it out, because in reality, I actually haven't done drugs before, and I was an amateur, just to sniff it back into my system. I could die happy if I was surrounded by that scent. When she'd told me it was her first time, I could almost swear that something ruptured in my chest because my heart stopped beating and I almost died on the spot. I couldn't believe that she willingly gave me the trust — the h
Why the moon roars If feelings could talk
CYRUS’ POV“Cyrus…”I hummed in reply, nuzzling my face closer to her skin. It wasn't enough. I needed to feel her, I needed to be in her. But Baekalis was pretty strict when it came to things like this — something I had come to realise in the past few days. It was the last day of the week, and ultimately, the last day of my rut, so it was safe to say that I wouldn't be thinking with my dick for the next few weeks or so. Baekalis had come to a compromise about the scenting thing, and I was allowed to scent her in the mornings when we woke up, and at night right before bed. It was an agreement that worked well for everyone; I liked scenting her, and she liked being scent, and doing it this way meant that none of our daily activities were disturbed. See? Everybody won. I was in her room more often than not nowadays, and although I used my rut as a means of self justification, I was clearly being delusional because I couldn't see myself even attempting to leave after my rut ended. Th
Why the moon roars Flying off
CYRUS’ POV I sighed heavily, my knuckles throbbing and the dull ache on the side of my face seemed to increase more. I twirled the silver ring on my index finger around, the feeling of the design of the ring causing the movement on the outside to be less smoother than it was supposed to. It was a ring my father had given me when he handed down the title of Alpha to me, and he claimed it'd been passed down in our pack for generations. It wasn't too fancy though, made of pure silver with the pack symbols crested over it, and the motto crested on the inside. I was on Baekalis’ bed, my whole body sprawled on the mattress in a star fish kind of position and my head resting comfortably against the pillows. I had closed all the windows and curtains, turning off the lights as well as I was in one of my moods. It wasn't a mood I prided myself in being in, simply because I was usually quiet and unapproachable when I got like this. I didn't want to be like this in front of Baekalis, much less
Why the moon roars Natalia
BAEKALIS’ POVI rested my hands on my knees, somewhat bent over as I panted, struggling to catch my breath. My legs were trembling, and I managed to walk a few more steps so I could rest against a tree instead. My back slid down the tree bark, my ass landing on the grass as I spread my legs on the ground, exhaustion weighing me down. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to pay attention. I could barely hear the footsteps of Natalia's wolf, so it was safe to assume that she was still further away, giving me more time to rest. I reached for the zipper of my cropped hoodie, rolling it down, a part of the lace bra I was wearing underneath peeking through, as I used my hand to fan my self — not like it was doing much really — very much desperate to feel some sort of relief on my heated skin. The sun wasn't helping either, and neither were the trees surprisingly, as it seemed they were burning holes through the leaves just to attack me in all their glory. My head was starting to hurt, and I
Why the moon roars Pretty
BAEKALIS’ POV The walk back to the house was quiet most of the way, as it should be. Natalia didn't talk much at first, until she eventually got over whatever she was thinking about and turned to look at me. I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my skull, and when our eyes met for the fifth time in under two minutes, I snapped. “What?” I spat, a slight scowl on my face. I was too tired to engage in a proper conversation right now. Why couldn't we just walk in silence? “Uh…” she drawled, taking one last unsure glance at me before she fixed her eyes on the ground as we walked. “I was just wondering.”“Okay?”“You and my cousin are together, right?” she asked. I let out a noise of agreement, nodding my head as well even though I knew she couldn't see me. “Then what's up with you and Stephen?” Natalia met my eyes when she asked that, and my eye brows furrowed, obvious confusion evident in my facial expression. She mirrored my expression though, equally as confused for some re
Why the moon roars Clyde
BAEKALIS’ POVThe man, Clyde — who shall be referred to in my deepest, darkest and most sinful thoughts as ‘Pretty’ because he was — stared at me with something close to distant familiarity. But at the same time, he accessed me like I was an enemy; someone he didn't trust, and wouldn't begin to trust on the account of someone else's perception of me. It was admirable really, and the way he carried himself with grace was flawless as well. He has this aura to him. It was choking and possessive like Cyrus’, it was more gentle and calming, but still had that air of dominance that commanded respect. He was breathtaking. And whoever his partner was was a lucky person. “Uh…Miss Baekalis?” he muttered. His voice was soft and smooth, like silk, but it was soothing enough that you just had to pay attention to what he was saying. Miss. I swallowed thickly, my brain reseting as I tried to make my mouth function the way it should to enable a normal human conversation. The pretty man just call
Why the moon roars A request
BAEKALIS’ POVI stared at the ceiling, absent mindedly twisting and turning the silver ring on my left ring finger, feeling the foreign object. I took a deep breath in, my chest swelling before it went back to its original size as I exhaled a puff of air. I turned my head to the side, watching as Cyrus slept peacefully shirtless, his arms underneath his head as he laid on his side, his fist still curled as if he was preparing to punch anyone at any given moment. It was almost sad, how high his walls were, and how tense he was even when he was too deep in the confines of sleep. I could see his bloodied and bruised knuckles, the joints reddish and purple. It irked me how swollen they had gotten, how I couldn't do anything but watch as the area rose and swelled as time passed by. He shuffled in his sleep, his bangs fanning over his forehead and his eyelashes tickling the beginnings of his cheekbones. My gaze lingered, and they accessed the curves of his face. My eyes dropped to his li
Why the moon roars The man after my life.
BAEKALIS’ POVI nipped at my bottom lip, wetting the plump flesh with my tongue. I shuffled on the bed, trying to get a better position so I could fall asleep. The room was getting hot, or maybe it was actually all in my head. The blanket was heavy, and it did its work of making sure the people underneath it — Cyrus and I — were warm. But in this case, it seemed the blanket was doing a too good of a job, because I could swear I was dying. It was too hot, and the blanket was making it worse. The weight of Cyrus’ leg swung over the lower half of my body underneath the covers wasn't even making anything better. I was too aware of everything, too awake, and my body was itching to get up and do something but I was just so tired abs spent. I knew that if I got up, I'd make things worse for myself because I was feeling sore all over. Fuck my life. “Are you sure you're comfortable?” Cyrus whispered, his mouth so close to my ear that he was practically breathing into it. He exhaled softly
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