"You're not my mate. You can't be," I said, pulling my arm out of her grip, immediately missing the warmth.
In a flash, my back was touching the wall, while she was caging me in from the front. My mind fogged up with her close proximity, all my senses absorbing her amazing scent.
Still, through the dense, thick fog, I still heard her hypnotizing but firm voice--a deadly combo:
"You're finally mine, and nobody's going to change it."
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Liam was a six-year-old boy with loving parents and a jealous brother, belonging to the Redmoon pack. He thought he had a perfect life, if he ignored his brother.
Not for long.
At age six, his parents died defending his brother from rouges, leaving Liam all alone with a brother filled full of disdain and envy.
Present time, Liam is now a twenty-one-year-old man. His naturally tousled silky black hair, his flawless fair skin, his very muscular but lean body, his stunning, swirling silver eyes, and his chiseled features make him very handsome.
But from that fateful day, one more thing had changed:
He was made an Omega.
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Meet the Royals.
Spring is energetic, enthusiastic, and inspiring.
Summer is relaxed, cheerful, and bright.
Winter is cold to outsiders, intimidating, and relentless.
Autumn is reserved, observing, and brave.
Together, these four gorgeous twenty-two-year-old sisters are the ruling family of the werewolf kingdom, belonging to the Silvermoon pack.
They rule fairly, each of their strengths counteracting the others' weaknesses. Despite all being polar opposites to one another, they have one big thing in common:
Their desire to find their mate.
"Why, Alpha?" he had sat down right next to her when he arrived, and now she leaned closer to him so that their lips were only inches apart. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries and cream that drove him out of his mind whenever she was near. "Why can't someone else have me. To marry. To fuck. To have a dozen babies with. If you've decided you don't want me. Why does it matter what happens to me?" She bit her lower lip slightly as she stared into his eyes.
Silas was about to say something, he really believed that he was, but instead he brought his mouth crashing down against her plump, willing red lips, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to her mouth, while one hand tangled in her thick, dark hair and the other gripped her waist tightly.
Giving Dahlia up, even for some imagined good, was entirely hopeless. He had spent a week pretending like he didn't need her and now that the illusion was gone and he knew he couldn't wait another moment to have her.
"Dahlia, I want to fuck you right here. I need to feel every inch of you and I can't wait another moment." The warm hum of his skin against hers, which felt like pure electricity on his end, was heightened ten fold as they both gave in entirely to the bond. She lay back on her cloak, her legs parting, as she pulled him down on top of her, still fully clothed.
She could feel his huge cock through his breeches and she remembered how enormous and thick it had been when she'd caught a glimpse of it before he had shifted into his wolf that night. Just the thought of him pushing his way inside her tight, virgin pussy made her throb with desire.
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⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18⚠️