Ackerly had barely settled into his apartment when a restlessness overtook him. Though he had planned to return to work the next day, his body seemed to have other plans. The scorching heat bore down on the man, causing beads of sweat to trickle down his forehead. He struggled to catch his breath, his chest heaving with each labored inhalation. He felt a strange urge to alter his physical form, but the nature of this desire eluded him. Every fiber of the man's being was ablaze. No one had uttered a word of reproach when he failed to show up for work, but now, as he attempts to rise from his bed, it is apparent that a fever has taken hold of him. A low, guttural moan escaped Ackerly's lips. In a sudden moment, as he continued to caress himself, particularly in that intimate area, a wave of relief washed over him. The man's throat tightened as if he had foreseen the inevitable fate that awaited him. Only his mate could calm him down about what was happening to him right now, as flame
Killan stood frozen, his eyes fixated on the form of his mate. Ackerly lay there, his body limp and unresponsive, submerged in the frigid water. Alpha Without a moment's hesitation, Killan reached into the bathtub and lifted his mate out, despite the stream of curses that spilled from the other man's lips. His heart was heavy with the weight of his desire, and he silently beseeched the Moon Goddess for strength to resist the temptation that threatened to consume him. "Oh' my goodness! This is a punishment!" As Killan lifted his mate into the bathtub, he muttered to himself. Despite being drenched, Ackerly's allure remained undiminished. Killan's gaze fell upon Ackerly, who was clearly in agony due to the searing heat. Killan's heart sank as he realized he couldn't feel his mate's pain. He wanted to slap himself for being so insensitive. "Asshol*! You've convinced yourself that you're now okay with him, yet you haven't even noticed this issue! You're his mate, but you're also comple
Ackerly stirred from his slumber. The intoxicating aroma enveloped him. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, savoring the heady fragrance that filled his senses. It was a scent that he couldn't resist, one that left him craving more with every breath. The scent wafted towards Ackerly, causing him to let out a low, guttural moan. Little did he expect that the very aroma he was inhaling would be a response, a primal acknowledgement of the Alpha's presence. Ackerly's eyes dilated with desire. The man was taken aback as he found himself nuzzled deep into the soft, supple flesh of another's neck. "Holy sh*t!" Ackerly skillfully withdrew as the owner's neck continued to entice him and fill his face with its alluring scent. “Stay." Ackerly froze as the sultry voice commanded him to stay put. The sound of it sent shivers down his spine, igniting a primal desire within him. He couldn't resist the urge to obey, his body yearning for more of that seductive tone. The man's heart sank as
Killan continued to lavish attention on Ackerly's manhood without pause. Killan savored the taste, relishing every lick, nip, and suck as if it were a delectable ice cream treat. Ackerly had come close to comprehending all that it was capable of. "I can't get enough of this, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with longing. A low, menacing growl rumbled deep in Killan's chest. Killan sensually curled his tongue around Ackerly's manhood, savoring it like a sweet treat. Ackerly's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body tense with anticipation. All that escaped from Ackerly throat was a guttural growl, primal and feral, like a wild cat in the throes of passion. Today, Ackerly finds himself in the midst of a series of events that will shape his destiny. Ackerly felt as though he was scaling an infinite summit during the mating, the experience both intense and deeply gratifying. "Mmm... ahh." Ackerly let out a low moan as Killan's lips worked their magic on him. His body was tingling wi
Ackerly stood in quiet observation as the pack members keeps on looking at him. Ackerly's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and his heart raced as he struggled to maintain his composure. Their eyes couldn't help but steal fleeting glances at him. The Alpha had decided to grant him a much-needed respite and thus barred him from participating in any work today. He lounges in the verdant oasis of the Pack House's backyard, where a breathtaking garden awaits, basking in the glow of both the rising and setting sun. The crispness of the air drew Ackerly here as the sun started to set. He knew he must pause and take respite here. From the moment he set foot in the Pack House, he had been ensconced in the Alpha's quarters, hidden from prying eyes. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, acutely aware of the intense scrutiny he was receiving from their piercing gazes. "Relax, Ackerly," he whispered, his voice low and smooth like velvet and his name rolled off his tongue like a caress.
Ackerly let out a series of deep sighs. After a series of unexpected events involving Killan, and with Ackerly finally able to recuperate, he implored Killan to resume their laborious duties. As an aspiring doctor, Ackerly bears a great responsibility, one that he cannot shirk even as he becomes an official member of the pack on the night of the full moon. As the moon waxes to its fullest, they eagerly anticipate the moment when he will finally be recognized as a true member of the pack and their Luna. As the luminous orb of the celestial sphere approaches its apex, the pack feverishly prepares itself for its arrival. Ackerly discovered himself in the facility's busy cafeteria with a few of his esteemed colleagues. They taunt him with playful banter, reminiscing about the trials and tribulations that led to his fateful union with the Alpha as his devoted mate. "If Alpha Killan is your mate, then why didn't you say so? Were we supposed to be friends? The Alpha could make me furious!
Fury coursed through Alpha Killan's veins as he sprinted forward. The audacious rogues had the temerity to assault his mate while he was traveling in an automobile! The majestic Alpha sprints through the forest, his powerful muscles propelling him forward with incredible speed and agility. His form is that of a magnificent wolf, his fur rippling in the wind as he races through the trees. As he ran, a low growl emanated from deep within him, adding an ominous tone to his already intense pace. He snapped his fangs, a reminder to his Gather Warriors not to pity those animals. 'Alpha, the Luna has passed out! Even if I'm trying to fight back, I can't do this by myself.' Through the mind link, Sael conveyed the information to him. The sound of footsteps echoed through the deserted woods as Killan quickened his pace, determined to reach his destination with even greater speed. He refused to grant himself a moment of respite. 'Sael, try to hold on! We're headed in that direction.' Killa
"The Luna appears to be terrified of those rogues, Alpha." Sael's voice was low and husky as he informed Killan, his piercing gaze never leaving the other man's face. As they stood outside the Alpha's room, their conversation continued in hushed tones. Meanwhile, the Pack Doctor tended to Ackerly's injuries with a steady hand. Killan's brow furrowed as he pondered the implications of his mate's past as a lone wolf. "The leader mentioned something about getting the Luna to their den." Sael made sure to inform his Alpha. Alpha Killan's gaze fixed on Sael, his eyes burning with intensity. Killan's Beta is tasked with the solemn duty of organizing the remains of fallen rogues, ensuring they are given a proper cremation. Additionally, they are tirelessly scouring the Sun Forest Pack's territory in search of a rogue who has eluded them thus far. The possibility remains that this elusive rogue may still be lurking within their borders. Killan wanted the elusive rogue, whose skills were es