"I need to impress her. I need to impress her..." Zain wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. His heart raced with nervous anxiety as he tried to think of a way to impress his Ira. "Should I get her favorite snacks? No, she can get them herself...then..." What can he get her? His Ira didn't desire much. In fact, for as long as he had known her, he never saw her show much interest in anything other than singing and cooking. Of course, there was also the fact that she took it upon herself to take care of him. Zain sighed, and rubbed his temples. He felt like he was missing something, an important puzzle related to him and his Ira that held the answer to all his questions. But no matter how hard he tried to recall what it was, his mind came up empty. Deciding he needed a stimulus to boast his courage, he went in search of something to drink. At his departure, a wave of disappointment washed over Naira. This was the first Full Moon banquet after their separation 7 years ago. Though sh
Holding his bleeding hand, the large man smacked the unconscious woman again. Slap! "Bitch! Don't know what's good for you!" "Hey, don't beat her. It'll leave marks." Seeing she had finally stopped struggling, the other man chuckled and carelessly tossed the woman over his shoulder. "Brother, let's go and enjoy ourselves. This bitch almost bit off your hand. You can bit off her nipples..." His words had barely died when a gust of wind blasted his face, then a ball of fire slammed into his back. Lurching forward, he lost his hold over the woman and crashed to the ground. He howled and rolled, screaming in agony as the flame burned his hair and licked his skin, melting his flesh, before reducing him to ashes in mere seconds. The large man, who had yet to react to the sudden attack, turned pale with horror at the sight of his companion reduced to ashes and bones before his eyes. He stumbled backwards and fell on his ass, scanning the darkness with horrified eyes. "Who...who is it?
***MATURE CONTENT*** So hot! So tingly! I'm so hot and tingly I can barely stand it! This woman's a torture. Zain grabbed the arms coiled around his neck and tried to disentangle her from him. Tried, but was unsuccessful. As Naira turned in his arms again, he tumbled on the bed, and she straddled him, then wrapped herself around him like an octopus. Her erect nipples scraped his chest, rendering him weak with lust and adoration. He wanted her. Desperately. Every cell in his body craved for his Ira like a breath of air. The desire to become one with her was so strong, he couldn't bring himself to lift a limb to separate from her. Still. Amidst the heat and desire, there was a nagging awareness that it couldn't be. He couldn't sleep with her in her current state. If he did, and his Ira found out... "Hot! Zain, please help me! I'm so hot!" He had been fighting with himself to maintain a silver of control. To not sink and keep afloat in the hazy flame of need that threatened to engu
***Mature Content*** Making love to his Ira was nothing like he had experienced before. And Zain had more experience than he would care to remember. In the years after her disappearance, the night they spent together tormented him to the point of madness. He went from woman to woman, trying to re-experience the euphoric pleasure of their one night marriage, without much success. Big breasted or round bottomed, virgin or experienced...no matter which type he slept with, they gave him nothing but a feeling of lethargy. Hell! After multiple times of doing the deed, only a feeling of hollowness occupied his heart. How was he to know the experience with his Ira wasn't the result of physical release, but mental and spiritual fulfillment? It was because he loved her that what he felt was so extraordinary. So irreplicable. Her inner walls contracted around his strained member, causing him to tremble on top of her. Zain released a strangled gasp and pushed into her cave, filling her comp
The ancients say love is like an aged wine that ripens with time. The more years pass, the stronger it grows. Like a rose and a bouquet of flowers. It wilts with time, but their fragrance forever remains in one's heart. For Naira, Zain Adeel was that wine and rose. The bouquet of flowers wilted with time, but its fragrance remained forever imprinted in her heart. She still remembered when she first met him. A moonless night with a roiling sea of clouds. Battered and hungry, having just lost her family in a vampire attack, she couldn't even summon the strength to lift her head, let alone talk. The Karim couple had been kind and accommodating. They took her home, to the Moonlit Pack, and treated her like their own. However, nothing ached deeper than the pain of losing loved ones, and no kindness or love could ever fill the gap they leave behind. At least, that was what Naira thought until Zain entered her life. **10 years ago** Little Naira entered the Moonlit Pack with Yvone a
The Alpha Mansion was lit as bright as Christmas day. The chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the flowers adorning the walls and banister added charm to the Full Moon Banquet.Naira entered the ballroom with her parents on either side, her hands clenched as nervous sweat slid down her back.She felt like puking. The closer it drew to midnight, the more nervous she became. And the more nervous she became, the harder she found to concentrate on anything but her pounding heart.'Zain, Zain...Moon Goddess, please...'She couldn't imagine herself mated to anyone else but him. She wouldn't know how to love that poor wolf.After giving her entire heart away, Naira didn't even have the confidence to like someone other than her childhood friend, let alone love.He was her first friend, her first confidant, her first crush, and her first love.More than Yvone and Karim, her adopted parents, she loved and trusted Zain. Her entire world revolved around him.If soulmates were meant to comple
There was no Moon Goddes.There was no mystical being that answered prayers.If there was, she wouldn't be in such despair.Naira could hear the cheers, even in her room, even with the door and windows shut tight. The jubilant, the boisterous booms of laughter over music. It filled the gaps between her strangled sobs.A faceless woman basking in the worship and devotion of naive creatures that had no one to turn to, little more than an illusion conjured out of desperation amid a sea of confusion and lack of direction.That's what she was.A mere illusion conjured in a moment of desperation.Naira admitted her faith in the Moon Goddess was as flimsy as the wing of a cicada. It might've been due to the destruction of her pack or the tragic loss of her parents.But whatever the cause, the little bit of faith that pushed her to pray had completely shattered tonight.Taking off her red dress, she discarded it in a corner of the room, crawled into her bed and covered herself from head to to
Fate, or the Moon Goddess. They had a penchant to mess with people. Naira felt funny. When she yearned to marry Zain even in her dreams, her prayers went unanswered. And when she realized this dream would never come true and decided to let go, a bomb dropped on her head. Of course, she loved him too much to dodge it. Hence, the reason why she now stood on the altar in place of Jules Hayden. "Naira Karim, do you accept Zain Adeel as your husband and future Alpha? Do you promise to support him and guide him to be a better leader for the Moonlit Pack?" "I do." The preacher repeated the question three times, and she answered with nervous sweat. "Zain Adeel, do you take Naira Karim as your wife and future Luna? Do you promise to respect her and treat her with the honor she deserves as the Mother of the Moonlit Pack?" Her heart pounded in her ears, the words of the preacher sounding far and distant. Naira looked at Zain in trepidation. She didn't know if he would change his mind at