Xavier Karenina followed Raine through the twisting corridors and large rooms without complaint, even as her injured hand was held tightly by Raine. She ignored the pain that coursed through her, choosing to simply enjoy the moment. Karen had vowed never to go out without a guide, as the complex maze of the Pack Westwood mansion could easily lead one astray. As they walked through the halls of the Westwood mansion, Karen could not help but be mesmerized by the grandeur of the place. It was as if she had stepped into a childhood fairy tale come to life, complete with a beautiful princess or royal ruler. Karen took in all these sights with her beauty-hungry eyes and let herself be mesmerized. The hall itself was painted white, with golden ornaments decorating the walls, and doors leading to closed rooms were scattered on both sides of the hall. The servants who passed by paid their respects; all Omegas here were trained to serve. Karen felt a little uncom
Karen She tried to ignore the fact that he had been making teasing comments and acting out of character lately. He knelt beside her, her knees resting on her left side. However, the wound on her back was still sore and itchy from the scabs that had formed, so she refrained from leaning against the tree. Raine had gone to play with Flynn, who had approached them, and she smiled at the scene. Although she still had a number of questions she wanted to ask Xavier, such as whether he had heard the news about her friends, why he seemed to be a cold man and yet cared for children, and what about his new mate? Although she was eager for answers, she didn't want to ruin this peaceful moment with answers she might not want to hear. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting with his back to the tree, one knee bent and the other on the ground nearby. His right arm was draped over the bent knee, creating a very impressive pose. He looked like an extraordinary living sc
Xavier She had been so caught up in her reverie that she had not noticed the first of her two bandages being unwrapped until it fell onto her arm before he removed it. She gulped as she realized that only one piece of cloth separated her naked body from his gaze. What on earth had he been thinking of to make him stare at her with such an interest? It was a moment of madness, and she had no idea where it came from. She felt the ties of her bandages loosen and immediately crossed her arms, closing her eyes and turning her face away, a blush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks. "Wait," she whispered back to him, embarrassed. She didn't see him looking at her, but she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin. She felt his lips touch her injured shoulder, just above the wound. The touch didn't hurt, but it was very pleasant. She turned her head to look at him and he gave her a sharp look. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. "Calm down, Karenina," he said i
Karen He left. She watched Xavier slide out of her room while she was still lying on the bed, disheveled, naked, and in pain. She didn't fully understand her body's reaction to him, but there was no denying how her body reacted to him, how her heart raced when Xavier was near her, or the tingling of her breasts, her hardened nipples, and the embarrassing wetness between her thighs. She wanted him with a woman's passion and Xavier had just said that he wanted her too. "I have the same desire as you," he said, and her heart raced as his words echoed through her mind, remembering how deep and raspy his voice had been when filled with passion. Karenina shivered at the memory and then Helga rushed in, being very polite as she entered. "Luna," Helga bowed respectfully and waited for her orders. Blushing, she sat down and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling very embarrassed in front of her servant and friend. She felt humiliated to be caught in such a position with him. Xavier. Sh
Karen She followed him cautiously, nervous but curious about the direction he would take. His hand on her back felt like a burning ember, sending warm sensations through her sensitive skin. They walked leisurely through the corridors, but Karen couldn't stop focusing on the hand on her back. She didn't even notice where they were going until they reached the main doors. These doors, large and ornate, were intimidating. The guards standing in front of the gate gave a deep salute as the couple passed and opened the door with sincere respect. Once outside, he finally stopped, still without a word. His arm slipped gently around her shoulder, noting the wound on her shoulder. With a gentle touch, he pressed on her injured shoulder, careful not to cause pain. She felt her body begin to float, like the unforgettable sensation of floating in the air she had once experienced with him. Her clothes rustled in the cool night breeze, the moon shining brightly in the dark sky. Karen looked up at
Xavier He slowly picked her up, forcing her to walk backwards. His hold on her kept her from stumbling. His hands gripped her shoulders, clutching the fabric in his hands as her back hit the tree trunk and she gasped, unknowingly allowing him into her mouth. He dominated the kiss, quickly mastering her mouth, all her senses, and all she could do was hold on to him. She felt a hand go to her hip and another slide down her cheek, down to her jaw to scrape its nails gently against her neck, making her shiver with pleasure, a small moan escaping her lips to be caught by his mouth. He devoured her and she let him. She felt him move closer, his chest pressed against hers, making her breasts ache and full. She gasped at the intimate contact, burning as the hand on her neck caressed her collarbone before sliding down through her clothing to her chest. Her nipples hardened instantly in his palms as he moved his hands in rough motions over her breasts, stimulating her nipples. She kissed him
Carolina She opened her eyes slowly, slowly fighting the blur that enveloped her vision. Eventually, the wooden ceiling above her became clearer. Taking in her surroundings, she realized that she was lying on a low bed with a rather musty dress covering her like a blanket. As she tilted her head to see more of the cramped room she was in, she realized how weak she was. Even moving her head felt like an effort, and all of her limbs felt limp and heavy. A creaking sound from the floor nearby made her turn her head towards it, and there she saw a very strange girl standing at the entrance of the small room where she was lying. Carolina assumed it was a little girl, but it was unlike any child she had ever seen. The girl's face was covered in horrible scars, with striking differences in skin color in places. Her eyes were mismatched, one brown and one blue, the blue slightly larger than the brown, both staring at her. One of her arms looked too long for her body, stretched out to touch
Rylan He was awakened from his perch in the tree, groggy and limp, by a pleading voice that he believed to be Carolina calling him. He found himself surrounded by a strange mist that he had seen swirling over the ground while he slept. He realized that he was too tired and weak for no apparent reason. He correctly guessed that the mist was affecting him. Quickly, he grabbed his weapon from its perch and used it to chase away the odorless mist. Immediately, the undead she-wolf emerged from the hut and stepped out of the trees as the flute began to sound. "Hah, you again," he growled as he followed the corpses, his nose once more assaulted by the foul odor they carried. "Disgusting. Hey, Uma! I know you're in there. Give Carolina back!" "You want to steal my treasure, stupid wolf? You can't have her!" yelled Uma as she came out of the hut, pointing at him and instructing her minions to swarm him. "You are nothing, so stay nothing," she scolded. "Kill him." "I don't think so. Attack