The wild alpha & forced Luna

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art to fancy new objects, different places and different people as quickly as they breathe. For the ones blessed by the Moon Mother, desire is holding a burning

s. In the realm where legends from stories are real, there are no fleeting lovers but mates who crave each ot

. Her mate and her Alpha. He entered the tent, bending down his tall figure to avoid the top of the entrance. His still eyes glazed down her body, her face, lips, her n

her thin body and putting up two fingers to brush away her silver hair from her face. Every second seemed to stretch i

rn laced through his voice, which wa

ning her down with comfortable pressure. His hand travelled up her loose shirt, the coolness of it making her flinch with pleasure. His long fingers rea

he whispered soft

g with dark clouds swirling and blocking blessed light to grace Clan Winterfrost on a very special occasion. Everyone in the clan was gearing

hen a youngling comes braving the storm. He transforms into his human form entirely drenched and Hera

with eyes big as saucers and an underlying nervousness a

thing on the bed with labour pain which is slowly escalating with the storm outside. The birth of his first daughter Vivian had b

ys sniffing out weakness and pouncing on opportunities. But the Crone is the eldest and most important asset of any clan with the power of an oracle. Her eyes see a lo

es of his wife and metallic scent of blood. Werewolves are no stranger to a bloody mess but seeing his mate at the centre of the puddle, arching with

n?" Herald asks

ins a levelled tone but Herald noti

has asked me to visit her. Take care

s with steady hands. Herald glances once towards her one year old dau

can enter without the Crone's wishes. He gently pushes the door and takes in the single room with caution. Even the mighty Alphas don't take a chance with power of such kind. The room is littered with old documents, tomes and books so fragile that they might turn to dust if touched. Cha

speaks in her raspy voice that can chill the hearts

with wrinkles and ridges at every corner but when she finally looks up at him; Herald notices the shine of moonlight in her eyes which is more alive than anythi

witnessed in a long time." She says shifting her ey

of time." She pins her eyes on him "Our kind is savage and ruthless when it comes to power and power is not always proven in bloodshed. You have been blesse

t as he can. Sweat beads at his brows as he pr

sks as the silenc

r voice "You need to preserve your strength and wisdom. Prepare yourself f

her. Ancient or not the urge to protect his mate from any kind of threat, even verbal is something every werewolf feels once mating is d

ddition to your family will prove worthy when the right time comes. Destiny predicts some major events and has many things in store for you and your family. Remember

for his love. The cold raindrops don't soothe the fear gripping his heart and he pumps his legs faster through the onslaught of

white as paper among the blood soaked linens. Even in death she looks beautiful like a flower only now leached of her colours. Her face is solemn; devoid of the smile that made his heart sk

t save her." The old matron s

our newborn, we h

but a small puddle of white clothes in the matron's arms. On taking a closer look he finds a small baby girl with fragile little hands and deep

he transforms into the beast he actually is underneath the layers of skin. The matron's reflexes saves the girl from fal

and mourn the loss of his love. Herald leaves his house for the forest; but lost in his grief he doesn't even notice that the storm has ended