Nathalia’s POV As the echoes of the fierce battle fade away, our hearts race with the realization that we must continue moving forward without hesitation. The ground beneath our feet, once treacherous, now becomes even more perilous as it becomes covered in a glacial sheen. The snowfall, relentless and unforgiving, only adds to our growing anxiety. However, with each step we take, our determination to reach the safety of the pack lands strengthens. And just as exhaustion threatens to consume us, a ray of hope appears in the form of Grandma. Her face, etched with concern, reflects the love and protection she offers as she sprints towards us through the wintry air. As we draw nearer, the flickering light of a fire in the distance catches our attention, accompanied by the growing sound of howling wolves. These signs assure us that our destination is within reach, and our spirits soar with the knowledge that soon we will find refuge, warmth, and safety. As she approaches us with her
Marcellus POV “ I found myself perplexed as I inquired, "What is the issue with her being in heat?" “Nothing is wrong with her heat, but she gets hit with her ability and her heat at the same time. Especially if her heat was forced onto her.” Gonzalo explains. “Shit!” I shout in frustration. ‘Get to mate. She is going to need us.” Spartacus rushes. ‘We need to complete everything here first.’ I respond. Turning to look at everyone, I suggested, “Let's get all these bodies burned. So we can return to our homes. As we gathered the lifeless bodies of the rebellious pack members and carefully arranged them into a solemn mound, a profound sense of justice and retribution permeated the air. With unwavering determination, we set ablaze a roaring fire, its flames leaping and crackling with an intensity that mirrored our collective resolve. As the fire voraciously consumed the remains of those who had dared to challenge our unity, we stood united, bearing witness to the purifying
Upon entering the cabin, a sense of tranquility envelops me, providing solace from the oppressive presence of Sir. My first instinct is to head towards the kitchen, yearning for a revitalizing beverage that can alleviate the heat coursing through my veins. As I proceed towards the living room, the delightful aroma of the rain our mate left behind fills the atmosphere, evoking a smile on our countenances. Yet, our focus is abruptly diverted to a striking purple door adorned with a conspicuous note, capturing our undivided attention. With great curiosity, I approached the door and eagerly snatch the note. My precious mate During my recent visit to the omega nesting store, I was absolutely thrilled to come across a vast assortment of cozy blankets, plush pillows, luxurious sheets, and captivating lights. What truly caught my attention was the incredible range of colors and textures available for each item. The attention to detail and meticulous care put into curating this collection w
Marcellus’s POV The weight of uncertainty presses down on me, as I contemplate the immense task of gaining her trust and guiding her through the darkness that she has faced with Sir. The challenges that lie ahead are daunting, but my determination remains unwavering. With every step I take towards the cabin, I am reminded of the immense responsibility that rests upon my shoulders. The dense forest surrounding me seems to mirror the complexity of her emotions, and the fading sunlight serves as a reminder of the limited time we have to heal her wounds. As I reach the cabin, doubts begin to surface, questioning whether I possess the strength and ability to provide the support she needs. However, I refuse to succumb to these doubts. I am resolved to do everything within my power to show her that she is not alone in this journey, and that together, we can find solace and healing within the walls of this sanctuary. ‘Make sure we can keep any promises we make her, so we never hurt her lik
Nathalia’s POV As Marcellus steps into my cozy nesting room, a flicker of unease dances across his face, hinting at a hidden turmoil.‘Oh, No Aneira, he is going to reject us!’ I cried to her. “No, mate, will not leave us to just breathe,” Aneira says with confidence. “Little bit, before we proceed any further, I feel the need to have a heartfelt conversation with you. There is an intense desire within me to be with you intimately, but I am also conscious of the importance of respecting your boundaries. It is crucial for us to discuss this matter openly and honestly, ensuring that we are both comfortable and on the same page.” He says, while walking to the edge of my nest. With a whine, I looked at him. “Will you still want me once my heat is over? Or am I just a hole to knot?” I ask. “Never, ever say that again! You will never be just a play thing to me! You are my mate and I will do everything in my power to make you feel wanted, loved, and needed.” He exclaimed. “I am no long
Marcellus’s POVAs I gently reclined her, I tenderly caressed her face, planting soft kisses upon her delicate skin. Gradually, my lips trailed down, bestowing gentle kisses and playful nips upon her neck, igniting a trail of pleasurable sensations. My journey continued, as I pursued her flawless nipples, teasing and nipping them, coaxing them into firm little buds. The symphony of her moans resonated within me. Intensifying my desire and causing me to throb with anticipation; my arousal growing even more intense and my longing becoming increasingly evident.‘She is ready to mate with us!’ Spartacus urges. ‘No, she is not prepared to take us yet. We need her relaxed and stretched out. So we don't hurt her when we finally get to knot her.” I groan. As I explore every inch of her skin, I tenderly kiss and caress each of her scars, proving to her that they do not define her. Instead, they are a testament to her strength and resilience. With each gentle touch, I am reminding her that sh
Nathalia’s POVAs I wake up, I feel the heat and groan, trying to stretch my body. I attempt to move the blankets, but they feel heavy, and I realize that I am touching pure muscle. With a soft moan, I open my eyes and gaze at the perfection of Marcellus, admiring his muscular physique as he sleeps soundly beside me.‘Mate has rocked our world, but I need my time with Spartacus soon.’ Aneira whines. ‘Hopefully we can both shift, and you can mate with Spartacus as well.’ I say with a smile. Suddenly, he stretches out and lies on his back, with my hand hovering near his erect and dripping penis. I let out a moan and moved down the bed, licking the tip of his member and relishing in the taste of his semen. As I take his cock into my mouth, he lets out a groan of pleasure.I continue to suck and lick his member, feeling it grow even harder in my mouth. His hands grip the sheets tightly as he moans and writhes beneath me. I use my tongue to swirl around the head of his penis, teasing him
Marcellus’s POV As I wake up, I can't help but grin as my timid mate gently caresses my body, sending shivers down my spine. So I roll over to my back to give her more access and to see what she will do next. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she teasingly licks the sensitive tip of my manhood, causing a pleasurable moan to escape my lips. Encouraged by my reaction, she takes me deeper into her mouth. Before I have her head in my firm grip, skillfully working her up and down, intensifying the sensations that course through my body. As I reach my climax, and she eagerly takes in every bit of my release. I roll us and climb between her legs, rubbing my cock against her entrance. Feeling her hesitation, I hold her close with a mix of desire and concern in my eyes. Leaning in and whispering softly, “I will be precisely what you need, and that my only desire is to bring you pleasure.” As I stroke her cheek tenderly, she begins to relax and fully embrace the moment. Slowly, I begin to