“How is she?” Evanore came to stand beside me as we moved from the camp and headed back. I refused to put Saraya in the carriage, choosing to carry her instead. “She is going to be fine, she is just asleep now,” I replied. “Did you compel her to sleep?” she asked, giving her sister a concerned look. “Yes,” I replied. “Please tell me why she reacted like that,” she implored. “Does that mean you didn’t know she could not remember some events during her several reincarnations?” I asked, frowning. “I could only feel whenever she was in trouble and automatically come to her aid because of our connection and my oath to Hekate. The kind of trouble, I can not tell… So, then Isidora succeeded in making her die?” “You helped to prevent the last one, and I don’t think I have thanked you for that…” “We haven’t had that much time to talk,” she said. “Yes, and that was because we wanted to give you room to bond with your mate and also heal.” “What did she do to her?” Evanore asked, lo

My dick throbbed as I slowly traced the hem of her vulva with the tip of my tongue. I watched her pussy juice pour, causing me to grow even harder. A low growl emitted from me and she let out a strangled moan. “Dane!” she cried. In response, I lapped my tongue against her clit, and she quivered on the mattress. More juice poured and her exotic aphrodisiac scent like that of apple juice drove me wild. She tasted fresh and sweet and I fed on her like a thirsty cat, suckling the opening of her pussy, licking and darting my tongue into her at the same time. “Ah!” she screamed and her body shook as she began to climax in my mouth, grinding her pussy against my mouth as I continued to suck her. She grew wild and tangled her fingers into my hair to keep my mouth to her pussy. She moan my name with no inhibition, quivering as if her soul was about to leave her body. Her reaction had a profound effect on me. I was so hard I was certain I would bust if I don’t thrust into her soonest. W

We had thought to include every possible thing that would limit movements around the pack grounds and to our private quarters, and thus, created three entrances: one was on the opposite side of the wall which led to the front of the house, the second was the back door that leads to the foyer which we came in through, and then to the right side wall was an adjoining kitchen which also has an exit door that leads to the back porch. Although an open flooring was adopted, the room was proportioned well enough to accommodate a dining area with a large dining set fit for royals and was set close to the kitchen and just by the food court, a retro bar style was to the left end of the room with wall-sized reflective show glass, displaying expensive fruit wines, liquor, and crystal wine glasses, and a dancing arena was at the center of the room, directly under a massive handmade chandelier. The entire floor was covered with polished dark wood which was of the same colour as the dining table

It's been a while since I made this trip back home and doing so now with my pups, especially in my circumstances, was nerve-wracking. I was certain Zeus would not harm my children, Serene would not allow it nor would Hekate, unless he wanted that war, after all, then it would definitely be bloody. Reaching Olympus threshold, my pegasus landed on its bridge of gold. I carefully jumped from its back with Tabitha and Keanu protectively held in my arms. Tabitha was still holding on to the torch and the two eagerly looked around as we strode to the enormous double-door gold gate. "Is this your home, Papa?" Tabitha asked in a soft whisper just as we entered the throne room as if she was scared to raise her voice or was just in awe. I couldn't help smiling despite our dire situation. Tabitha does not get intimidated easily. Especially with Keanu as her ever-ready backup. But I understood her feelings in regard to the place. Everything here was enormous, considering it was the habit

She later made me wash off my face and asked me to pick a warrior garb with a cloak from my wardrobe. After wearing a leather jacket over matching fitted pants. I picked a hooded cloak that I had worn when Dane was officially celebrated as the alpha of the Northlanders. It was a Tyrian purple color with the emblem of the Northlanders embroidered with white and black thread on the spot where the breast pocket ought to be. The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin. Picking a black face mask that covered my nose and lips. I wore it and let it dangle around my neck. Evanore made me sit in front of the vanity mirror so she could help me make my hair. She braided it into two cornrows, letting the tails fall down my back, she then pressed a kiss to the crown of my head. "There you go," she said. I gave her a smile via the mirror — or at least that was what was intended. But via the mirror, I saw I was