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His Rogue Luna

Artemis was content living alone. She was practically raised by the forest and was happy with being a rogue. However, an encounter with one of the most ruthless packs and their alpha shakes her and leaves her questioning her identity and purpose in life. "Remember who you're talking to, Mate," he growled. He dipped his head to my neck, trailing his nose from ear to my nose. I bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to moan. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped when I felt his tongue lick the sensitive spot behind my ear. He began trailing sloppy, open mouth kisses along my throat and neck, and stopped where my neck met my shoulder. He paused and I fought my hands out of his grasp but he tightened them. He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to avoid falling. As I opened my mouth to protest I felt his sharp teeth pierce the skin. A loud moan escaped my parted lips as pleasure and pain mixed and coursed through my veins in a dizzying mix. Responding to moan, he pushed his hips into mine and I felt his hardened bulge at my center. He ground into me, giving me that much needed friction while he licked the blood off my neck and sealed the bite wound. He pulled his face away from my neck and I whimpered at the loss of contact. His eyes were dark, swirling with his anger and lust and his canines glinted a bright red, his mouth smeared with my blood. "You're mine and I will never let you leave," He roared.

Goddess-Of-Dawn · Fantasy
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70 Chs

Chapter 35

Sang-froid

n. Coolness of mind; calmness; composure

After my talk with the Phantom Pack, I could feel the mate bond sparkle to life within me. Thankfully, it was still small and easily extinguishable, nothing some more wine and laughter couldn't cure.

So I did just that. I drunk more wine and laughed with all my friends, making some more as I got to meet all sorts of packs during the celebrations.

Tonight was all about having fun and I was going to do just that.

Jamal, Koray's mate was a particularly funny individual to be around and the perfect tipsy partner. Granted, I wasn't quite as drunk as he was.

"And then-and then...he kissed me. After slapping me-Koray you bitch, it hurt," I laughed along, barely managing to hold onto him as he stumbled with his arm around my shoulder.

He had been narrating a drunken version of how he and Koray met a decade ago. Jamal had no filter whatsoever which was a huge contrast to Koray and his quieter and more reserved disposition.