XALVANDOR

XALVANDOR

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Narrativa
Fantasy
Fiabe e mitologia
Creature mitologiche
High Fantasy
Him. Life wasn't easy for him in the past. He was kind and caring until he learned how the world treated us in return of kindness. He swore, swore that he would be back for revenge. He would be feared by all. No one will dare to look his way let alone defy him. He would create blood wars without batting an eyelash. The King of all Alphas. The King of all Kings. Not even the Gods above could stop him from anything. Incapable of love, and ruthless to the ones closest to him, yet dangerously possessive over something he desires. He could have any woman under his feet, but the heart wants what it wants, and the heart of the young pure soul was the only thing he could never capture. Her. She had Alpha blood running through her veins. Her ill father and younger sister never liked her so she decided to run away from home. The last thing she needed was a mate. His brother. An Alpha. Respected. Strong. Powerful. He never wanted love. He thought it will only make him weak. All that ever mattered to him was to be a good Alpha to his people, that was until, fate decided to intercede. --- "My father used to say the male wolf would know the person who we are devoted to on their 23th birthday, but now I believe it was just a myth, as I knew my angel was mine as soon as I laid my eyes on her. " "Let her be the light of my dark soul, save me from this dark abyss, stay with me, never leave me, and make my heart beat like it once had. " "They say there is always something so captivating about the forbidden that makes it uncontrollably desirable, as we unfailingly lust for the forbidden things and craves what is contradicted us. " She is fire, he is ice. Just a glimpse of her, melts his stone cold heart. Just hearing her voice, makes him breathless. Just her presence, makes him go weak. A King only bows to his Queen. One King. One Alpha. One she-wolf. Let Fate Take Its Course.
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Book completed✓ Kyle, compassionate human being tragically made beast by the one he loved most, betrayal it was. Resentment he felt, ashamed and disappointed of not being one to die rather than live the Werewolf disease. Years later, anguish of yearning to be reunited with the one person his heart thumped for. Full moon after full moon, agony of the breaking of each bone he endured. Blacking out during every shift, only waking to learn of harmful acts he'd done. Then he was presented with the chance to go back home. There he found her... His Jordan. Though it were perfect in the beginning, it took a turn for his wolf. His malicious wolf who wanted nothing than to punish Kyle and love Jordan. Still, this had not been the only problem. Kyle was wanted, by two Alphas and both banked on his love for Jordan as key to their ulterior motives. *-* He growled, stopping proved inexorable. He hadn't wanted to stop but Kyle was pounding in the back of his mind wanting so. He hadn't been disgusted, no but greatly jealous. The jealousy amused Merle. His thumb pressed on Jordan's lip prompting her to release his lips from her teeth. He stared into her eyes, and he didn't need to know what she was thinking because he felt it and oh was it strong. So quickly she became aroused for him. Her eyes glazed with want. Yearning for their hot bodies to be against each other. Wanting to explore, to know how he felt. Even though he shared Kyle's body, they did not share the same motives when it came to love making. He would make her feel things Kyle himself couldn't. Impossible, things that would be considered fictive, incredulous. She would beg for more. Oh yes, he would make her beg. But maybe another time. "If you keep staring at me like that love, I doubt we will last a second without our clothes being discarded. Then another second, you would be screaming and leaking all over me." He hummed, licking his lips. "What a wonderful thing it would be" He smirked.

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