His hands were so gentle on my skin and I couldn’t believe that these was those hands that had hurt me to begin with. Each touch soothed me and helped to erase the heat from my body. The sound of his voice was helping to relax me further. In some strange way, I felt better, even though my body was sore.“Did I hurt you?” Xerxes asked, still massaging my sore flesh. “A little bit,” I told him. I wasn’t anxious to endure that again and I was feeling conflicted. I understood Xerxes’s point and I had consented to submit to him, but I was a grown woman and definitely not used to being used like this. It had been our relationship, though from the start. I just wanted to rest my mind and the onslaught of thoughts. Instead I focused on my unfulfilled need and gushing body.His gentle hands massaged my back as he cleaned my flesh.“My flower,” he cooed lovingly in my ears and I felt a rush of happiness from his words. Being with him made me suddenly relieved. I felt a rush of pleasure shoot t

After every storm come the sort of sunshine that went all the way to the soul, the sort that make one glow a little brighter within. This storm was just the same, the strong gusts and the kind of rain that danced in the streets, yet after it was so glorious, it brought the most honest of rage. The furry from within, deepest part of my soul. “This is for touching her.” My claws elongated as I dug them deeper into his chest. My claws scratched against his heart, the palpable organ beating so hard, threatening to escape through his heart. Fear. I could taste it in the air. The man I thought to be my friend bled with his head half smashed. Her every cry still ringing in my ear felt like a knife twisting in my heart. Her cries for help and vulnerable words not only emotionally impacted me but made the beast inside me roar with anger and rage. Furry that was dissolving me. But first I needed some answers.“Ah!” His cries roared in the dungeons, music to my ears. My teeth clenched with forc

On the first morning of my training, he was gentle with me, he only taught me some moves and made me jog several times on the grounds. Xerxes was watching me as I panted and my face flamed red, but he just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed on me. To be honest, his heated gaze was sinfully intense. Every time he gaze at me, it felt like he was gazing into my soul. At night Xerxes did not force me into having sex with him, he just cuddled into my chest and slept like a baby. I was enjoying this growing relationship. The next day, he went a little far and demanded I use knives. Since there was no sign of my wolf emerging any time soon, he wanted me to be capable enough to fight and save myself. I understood his concern. He did not want something to happen to me just like it happened to Sofia. Teaching with Xerxes was not what I had expected. He was strict, rigorous and... arduous. Since past this week he had been teaching me how to work with knives, and

Loud cheers and applauses roared in my ears as I stood in the middle of the crowd with a victorious grin on my face and a panted breath. Blood covered my hands and claws yet the wound on the back of my body did not bother me anymore. I felt unbeatable at that moment. When I glanced back at Xerxes, I felt compassion surfacing in his wolf eyes as he looked at me with emotions swirling in the depths of his globes. My heart wrenched, crying for his arms around me but then my lips twisted into a scowl. What would have happened if I let Damien hurt me more? He would have stood there and looked as his beta tore his mate apart. And as wolves around were applauded, I stormed towards the house. He followed behind me. I sensed him. His eager hands wrapped around me, trying to get a hold of me as I ran with all my might. I was not trained to be a wild monster, but in this training, I learned to figure out the moves I could do best. The breeze around me shifted and the warmth of the outside tur

“There don’t seem to be any major injuries, certainly not the one which would be harmful. Other than a few bruises, Luna is alright.”Xerxes leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest as he watched the female wolf inspecting my abdomen. She felt the tendons around my stomach and up my chest as Xerxes gritted his teeth. “Nothing. The winds are no longer visible.”I nibbled on my bottom lip. I felt as stumped as the female wolf sounded. I glanced up to steal a glance at my mate whose heterochromatic gaze hadn’t wavered from my face the moment he called the healer here. I rolled my eyes. He should’ve called for her sooner not after fucking me raw and sore. I averted my gaze as my skin tingled from his heated eyes. He could at least give me a few minutes to breathe and then pound me, but he practically mauled me.“No open injuries, even her previous scars are diminishing. It’s quite tremendous.” She said with disbelief. “Only lingering Aconite is present in her veins.”“Is it