*Maddox*A mischievous giggle escaped my mate as I withdrew my cock from her mouth and pulled her up onto my lap. Her eyes were dark with lust as she stared directly into mine."You're becoming more and more troublesome," I growled, threading my hand through her soft curls and tilting her head back, tugging hard on her hair.“Ah!” she moaned as I licked the length of her slender neck.But my mate didn't cease her teasing; instead, she continued to provoke me. She began grinding against my bulge, almost bringing me to climax right then and there. My length swelled beneath her.“You're playing with fire, princess,” I warned, but she didn't stop. Too absorbed in wriggling out of her panties. Seeing her struggling, I simply grabbed the edge of her lace panties and ripped the damn thing off her body.A part of me expected Blair to be stunned by this, but as always, she proved me wrong. Instead, my mate only told me seriously, 'I want to burn then.'"A groan escaped me. I was shocked as we
*Maddox*“You motherfucker, you dared to do this?!" Another punch landed on my face accompanied by an enraged growl, and I toppled over as the chair I was sitting in was forcefully flipped."No!" Blair cried out, rushing to intervene and prevent Zander from inflicting further harm."Leave me, Blair!" he snapped, glaring at his sister."Zander, please, listen to me first," she pleaded desperately, refusing to release her grip on her brother's hand. Despite his anger, Zander wasn't forcefully pushing her away, aware she might get hurt.Zander trembled in fury, snarling, "You fucking bastard. I considered you my best friend. I trusted you as my Beta, and you tried to hit on my sister.""No, Zander, you've misunderstood," Blair squealed as he pulled his hand away from her grip and lunged at me. "Zander, please, listen to me," she begged."Let him be, Blair. Today, I've discovered how much my supposed best friend trusted me," I said in a mocking tone, observing Zander's clenched jaw. Just
*Selena*“I won't approve of it!” Zander’s voice echoed in the surroundings. “Just because you now need a mate, you turn to my sister. Otherwise, you were going to reject her. She is not your toy, Maddox,” he drawled in a dangerous tone. “You might be my best friend and the best warrior in my pack, my Beta, but none of these qualities can allow you to be worthy of being my sister's mate. Not after what you've done to her in the past,” his tone turned threatening.“Zander, it's about Blair and Maddox. Let her decide what she wants,” I pleaded as I looked into his eyes, but all I saw was anger as he glared at me.“Selena, stay out of this matter,” he gritted out, clenching his jaw, making me wince.So he was still angry with me, and I did not know what I should do to make him believe that I did not lie to him intentionally.“Zander,” Blaire spoke, “I have been in love with my mate throughout my life, even when I thought I could hate him or move on. But I was still in love with him the
*Avery*"Why are we heading to the Vampire Kingdom, Father? You know this will draw a lot of attention," I questioned my father, but he remained silent. The car glided smoothly along the road while he continued to gaze out of the window. His expression remained unreadable."Father, you're taking an enormous risk. We can't afford to attract undue attention to us, you know that," I warned him."Shut up, Avery," he sharply scolded, making me wince. "After spoiling my plan, you still have the audacity to complain," he spat with disgust, though his focus remained outside, his anger palpable."What did I do, Father?" I asked, my tone tinged with defiance.“Really, Avery?! Do you not know what you have done?! I gave you enough time to seduce Zander and make him fall in love with you, but you were unable to do this. Not only this, you were unable to eliminate Selena from your way. Now she is back in Zander's life, and my dream of becoming the king of the Werewolves will only remain a dream, un
*Thousands of years ago* Narrator’s POV. Once upon a time, in a world where supernatural beings coexisted with humans, Warlocks and Witches held dominion due to their superior powers. Residing in this realm was the remarkably beautiful werewolf princess, Arabella, whose father led a small pack as an Alpha. The news of her extraordinary beauty had spread far and wide across the world. Just a month after her 18th birthday, numerous marriage proposals began pouring in from distant lands. Yet, like any caring father, Arabella's father sought the most suitable match for her and declined each proposal that arrived. "Arabella, quickly get ready. You have to leave for the mating ball," her mother urged, entering the room with urgency. Arabella, lost in her thoughts while seated near the window, snapped out of her reverie as her mother approached. "Why, Mother?" Arabella inquired, seeking an explanation. "Because your father wanted you to go there," her mother replied. "Mother, I am tir
As the radiant moon cast its luminous glow upon the cobblestone pathway leading to the grand palace, Princess Arabella arrived in a carriage adorned with cascading roses and gilded accents. The carriage, drawn by majestic steeds, moved gracefully, the gentle clip-clop of their hooves resonating in the crisp night air. "Bella! Stop fidgeting with your fingers," Gina chastised her friend gently, a playful edge to her voice. "You're making me nervous too." "I can't help it, Gina. I don't know why my heart is so restless," Arabella confessed in a hushed tone, her hand instinctively finding its place over her fluttering heart. "Don't worry! King Zephyr is going to choose you as his mate at first glance. You'll see," Gina reassured her. "And you're going to find a handsome mate too," Arabella teased, a playful grin touching her lips. The air between them was filled with a shared sense of excitement and anticipation as they indulged in whimsical chatter, weaving dreams of their future.
As soon as the door closed, Zephyr pulled Arabella into his arms, causing her to gasp. She had never been in such proximity to any male before, and it was a new and incredibly nerve-wracking experience for her. "Are you nervous?" Zephyr whispered into her ear before kissing her neck. Arabella shivered in his arms as her hands clutched his regal robe. She nodded, becoming breathless. "Don't be nervous, princess. I will always cherish and love you as my Queen," he declared before claiming her lips. As if under a spell, Arabella succumbed to the passion demonstrated by Zephyr. She couldn't discern whether she was under the influence of magic or experiencing desire. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck as she wholeheartedly accepted him as her mate and King. Zephyr effortlessly shed their clothes with a snap of his fingers. He was a powerful warlock, a master of all magic. Arabella found herself in a mystical haze as Zephyr guided her to the bed, making her lie on her back. Hove
Arabella found herself confined within the palace walls. She was restricted from venturing beyond her room whenever Alpha Alexander was present in the palace. Her freedom was tethered to his comings and goings. She could only come out of her room when he departed for work or meetings. The arrangement left her feeling like a captive in her own home. Only a few trusted servants and maids were permitted to converse with her and cater to her needs. Arabella immersed herself in books, finding solace in the escape offered by the pages. “I need the book called 'Knight of the Crimson Moon.' Have you found it?" Arabella inquired, her voice laced with frustration. She had sent the maid to fetch her favorite book, but the maid returned empty-handed. "I scoured the library thoroughly, my lady, but regrettably, it remains elusive," the maid responded cautiously. "If you wish, I can retrieve another book for you," she offered politely. "Leave it," Arabella waved her hand dismissively. "I'll find