The White Grimm (Mature Scenes)

I made my way to the packhouse as if an invisible hand was pulling me with urgency, manoeuvring us through the labyrinth of stairs and corridors until finally releasing its rough hold.

And then I saw him.
Zuriel Kane, Alpha to the Night Walker Pack.

Sitting so casually on my leather couch as if he was soothed by the cold material, a douting look in his blue eyes as they shone down at the small figure sitting beside him.

I stayed there watching silently longer than maybe I should have, feeling my heart fill with glee as I watched the two of them beam at each other. Their conversation was that of comfort and introduction but the familiarity which shone through their soft words was old, like distant friends finding each other again.

I listened to every calmly spoken word, letting the smooth tone of his voice wash over me, filling me with a great sense of yearning. His smell intoxicated me and unintentionally I felt my heart react and flutter to the sensation as I shamelessly looked over his muscular build, the sharp line of his jaw and the broad shape of his hard shoulders.

"Yeh Mama is very protective over the pack." I heard my pup exclaim proudly, causing me to painfully break out of my admiration and assume my natural position in the doorway. I am an Alpha after all.

"Mama?" As if suddenly becoming aware of my looming figure his head snapped to the door where I stood, his eyes shamelessly widening as they took me in.

I didn't try to conceal my smile, it was one of confidence and pride and if anyone thought it was unwarranted I will gladly invite them to my pack to prove to them just how wrong they truly were.

"That would be me."

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In a world where bastards don't receive the Moon Goddesses' gift of a mate, how can Coraline explain what she feels for someone she cannot have?
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Ranking #:
#13- Feminism
#24 - Separated
#25 - ReadForRead
#54 - New Book

WARNING: SEX, VIOLENCE, TORTURE, AND DEATH ARE ALL INCLUDED IN THIS STORY.