"Members of the Riverside Pack, tonight is the Full Moon Banquet. In honor of the Werewolf Mistress and her new personal guard, the pack will celebrate before a bonfire to thank the Moon Goddess! So bring your family to join your pack members on the Supreme Ground of your Vampire Lord!" Hearing the words of the Head Elder, the crowd immediately broke into an uproar. "Did I hear this right? Are we having the Full Moon Banquet on the Supreme Ground tonight!?" "You heard it right. The rumors in the pack must be fake. Why would the elders give this woman so much honor and respect if she's a wolf-less trash?" "Right, right. The Ruling Council cares more about the bloodline of the future Vampire Lord than we do. If they're letting this woman marry the Vampire Lord, then there shouldn't be any problem with her." Arriving at this conclusion, the members of the Riverside Pack began to reevaluate themselves and the situation of their pack. If it was only the Vampire Lord who wanted to make

Dave slunk into the shadows, leaving Celia on her own. The night deepened, and the moon rose into the sky. As more and more pack members gathered on the Supreme Ground, the crowd merrily mingled together and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Approaching one of the omega servants, Dave beckoned her to a corner and handed her a vial. "Add this to the drink of the Werewolf Mistress." "This...what is it?" "You don't need to know." The omega fell silent for half a breath, then resolutely nodded her head. "Is there anything else you need me to do, Legent Dave?" "Don't make any mistake. And...make sure no one sees you." "Yes, Legent." "Then go." Dipping into a bow, the omega turned and scurried into the group of servants heading to the bonfire with drinks and snacks. Dave glanced at the giant Stone Palace, his fists clenching and unclenching as complicated emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right...thing..." He wasn't doing this becaus

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*** 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