All Chapters of The demon wolf’s Affair: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CelineMy stay in Blood-bound pack has become torture. Nessa is not speaking with me, the other ladies are alienating me. Disapproving gazes follow me down the halls like the press of an executioner’s ax. So I escaped to my chambers, and yet I find no peace. Fleetingly, I think of going home, running away from all this. Father would receive me with suppressed joy. My sisters would be happy to see me. I wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore, wouldn’t have to feel like an outsider. It would be taking the easy way out. But the thought of putting some distance between Lor and I sends my heart into a panic. Strung up, I pace the floor of my room, fighting the urge to find him. He feels like my home and goddess knows I could use one right now. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I find Ken. He is laughing and having a conversation with a few other males. “Hey.”He looks down at me and his grin grows wider. I’m a little surprised, and I half-expect his smile to morph into a sneer, that

Neem “What are you doing in bed? Get to work!” The sharp tongue and the stiff joyless face belongs to the female I’ve learned is the headservant, Sera. “Huh.” I grunt. I’ve still not gotten used to not having a tongue. The feeling is bizarre. I didn’t know just how much space my tongue was taking in my mouth until it was taken away and now it feels like I have a hollow crevice leading into my stomach. The times I subconsciously speak out loud is the worst. I sound like an animal in pain. I hurry to brush my hair up into a tight ponytail and shimmy into the uniform that was provided me. In a land where everyone aspires to shield themselves from eyes by wearing huge cloaks, my uniform is a revelation. The material is thin and sheer, the top is sleeveless and bares the flat expanse of my belly. The skirt is just as short, stopping just below my ass. No matter how much I adjust and pull it down, the outfit is uncompromising. I am showing a shit load of skin and that makes me uncomfo

CelineThe commotion outside gets my attention. My windows are open and raised voices reach me, making me frown with confusion. If it's not me causing trouble then who is?I throw a large shirt on and head out and I've not even stepped out when I smell the distinctive scent of blood. Not unusual in these parts but my frown deepens as I get closer. Underneath the scent of blood is the scent of taint. Not wolfsbane, something else that I've not smelled before but which smells very wrong and... familiar? I hurry out of the pack house and yet I'm not ready to see Tate, pressing a hand hard into his side where a huge chunk of his torso is missing."What the fuck?" I say, horrified. He is not the only one. There are six other wolves, including the woman Tate was fucking who looks way worse than him. And it's not even the worst thing about the scene, their wounds are not healing. I can see his flesh struggling to repair itself and but the gaping wound is unable to close. The front doors are

CelineThe sound of her body crashing into the wall is loud in the collective silence. I don’t question it, I let my hate and my anger lead me. I feel what my wolf feels acutely, untempered fury that she dares to lay claim to my mate. Her wolf shakes off my attack and watches me warily from the other side of the room. “Punish her.” My wolf whispers. I go after her and teeth bared, she lunges at me. I grab her huge body from the air once again and grip her wide open jaws. With a flex of my arms, I pull her mouth apart and it rips at the edges into a wide bloody smile. Her growl turns into whimpers of pain as I slam her back on the ground, cracking her spine. In an instant, she turns into her human form, her body bloody and her mouth sewing itself back up. “How?” I hear a horrified whisper from the sidelines. Quinn. “I thought she was an Abandoned.” Annie whispers so low it is like she is afraid of being heard. Their voices distract me for a second, bringing me back to my senses

Alpha LorHer body quakes in my arms, soft and delectable. Her cheeks are high with colour and she glows like an ethereal creature. My cock strains painfully against her ass but I employ every atom of control in my bones and slowly tease her slippery pussy again. “You see it.” I whisper into her ears. “Every inch of you was made for me, Celine.” I say and stroke my cock against her. She moans and I wish I could capture it with my lips. I cup her plump breasts, perfectly moulded in my hands as they spill over. “Your breasts.” I say and tease her nipple. I love her sensitive her body is to me. A single whisper is all I need to have her wet and burning for my touch. I raise my slick finger to her lips and watch her little tongue dart out and lick herself. A shot of pure lust lances through me, straight to my aching shaft and I freeze for a second to regain control of myself. “Your pussy.” My cock prods her ass cheeks apart and I gently press into the opening of her ass. “Your ass.