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41. I AM A BRUTE, NOT A FOOL
DRAKKARI hold her tightly against my body while my cum fills her, fighting desperately against that "being" inside me that wants to come out and dominate her.Lyra’s blood calms and controls it, helps me with the pain.In the darkness, all you can hear is our panting, the wet sound of our kisses, soothing our breathing.My head’s still spinning. I love the way we touch mouths, it feels so intimate, and now I want to do it with her all the time."Drakkar, you’re mine, little wolf," she whispers with our foreheads pressed together.I turn to the side so I don’t crush her with my weight and pull her into my chest, holding her head against my wildly beating heart.I’m no good with sweet words like she is, just a dumb brute, but I hope she can feel what my soul’s trying to say."I’m yours, Lyra, from the beginning… I’ve always been yours," I murmur, savoring the way her back shudders."Drakkar," she rises with one hand braced on my chest."I don’t know if you’ll remember these words later
42. A DOCILE CREATURE
NARRATORIn Verak’s absence—he hadn’t shown up all night—the women were heading out with Lyra, escorted by a group of males, while the rest went out to hunt for food and trade.Drakkar didn’t like the idea of leaving his female behind, but they put him in charge of the hunting group, and Lyra convinced him she’d be fine.As they left the pack, Omar, the experienced wolf, glanced toward the combat zone.How had Verak done? Had he died?He was afraid of revealing that the idea had come from him—what if the Alpha blamed him for Verak’s death?Besides, he had another mission on his agenda.His gentle eyes suddenly sharpened as he stared at Drakkar’s back.The healer had told him there was a way to cure his pup’s crippled legs—but only if Drakkar didn’t come back.They ventured deep into the wild jungle, and Omar was about to unleash chaos.*****Meanwhile, Verak had slept like a baby all night in a warrior’s hut, way more comfortable than spending the night on grass under the moon.He snu
43. SECRET UNCOVERED
NARRATOR“There are good prey around here!” Omar pointed to an area he remembered clearly.“I’ll go find the others!” He made a move to leave the area, infested with Terras—some kind of underground predators.“No, stay with us. The others will catch up soon,” Omar gritted his teeth at Drakkar’s command.Who the fuck had made him the boss?That ego had gone to his head real fast... but today he’d lose both the ego and his damn neck.He made sure to stay behind. Drakkar was leading the way, with another warrior in the middle.Alert and focused.But the worst part about the Terras was that you couldn’t smell them since they hunted from underground, and by the time you saw one, chances were you were already dead.Omar had nearly been killed once when his group got lost in this area.Drakkar had a bad feeling. He sniffed the air deeply.Even though his wolf wasn’t fully present, every time he drank Lyra’s blood he felt stronger.“I don’t like this place. Turn bac...”“AAGGRRR!” The warrior
44. THE ESCAPE PLAN
NARRADORA On the other hand, the women were full of excitement, learning all sorts of new things from the Alpha. “Lyra, seriously, I’m so happy you’re getting your memories back!” Lorenzo’s mate beamed as she carried, with her brute strength and thick arms, a container full of vines for weaving. “Heh, yeah… memories,” Lyra replied, dodging the topic. She was about to change the subject when, almost back at the pack, they spotted Verak near the palisade. “Well, look who finally showed up—the so-called chief, after all this time screwing Nana,” the female twisted her mouth and opened it wide to shout at Verak. “No, no, wait—” Lyra covered “Lorencita’s” mouth, nearly choking her. Verak looked way too suspicious, talking nervously to a few warriors, and suddenly, a male with a cocky vibe showed up. “Hide behind that tree, go...” She shoved the other woman, who instantly turned into a gossip spy like her. They were too far to hear anything, and getting closer might give a
45. YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG ALPHA
LYRAWe were taken to a tent far away and tied up next to each other on some sturdy poles holding up the roof.Drakkar was suspiciously calm, like he could explode at any moment.... “What the hell is Nerón planning?”... “No idea, but that pompous asshole is taking advantage of the Alpha being away on an expedition and leaving him in charge of the fair.”We heard the guards talking outside before walking off.Seems like the Alpha’s precious son was pulling this crap behind his daddy’s back, scheming with Verak.“Drakkar, do you trust me?” I suddenly asked, looking to the side.His head snapped up and I was shocked to see half his face covered in black veins swimming under his skin like venomous snakes.“No, no! Look at me, calm down, if they see you like this it’ll be worse. If you lose control, it’s hard for me to reach your wolf!”That was my biggest fear.“I can’t just sit here while they hurt you!” he growled, all wolf and fury.“Drakkar, there’s something you need to know. I’m s
46.THE PYROMANIACS OF FERTILE VALLEY
NARRATORAztoria lunged forward with her jaws wide open.Her entire superior Alpha aura exploded, freezing Verak’s will. All he could do was stare death in the face, eyes wide.How could Lyra be this strong? If only he had known...But abusers always meet their end, and this time, the victim became the executioner.Verak’s wolf trachea was caught in Aztoria’s mouth when she tore his throat out in one savage, bloody bite.While the blood painted the ground in crimson shades, the Alpha’s son from the Valle Fértil pack lost the light of life.His final thought was of his father...Drakkar dropped him to the ground in disgust and spat on him with contempt.The pain in his chest was excruciating, the curse burning on his skin. But as long as Lyra was safe and with him, he could endure anything.His black eyes turned to the beautiful she-wolf, who was watching him too.Her light eyes filled with a mix of fears and expectations.“Lyra, do you think I scared my mate? Oh no... what if she’s in
47. NANA'S REVENGE
NARRATORA few moments before the fire alarm was raised…Nana barely had the strength to stay conscious on the bed.She was physically and mentally destroyed.Her only breath of relief was that Nerón had found a new toy and was now staring at it in fascination, turning it in his hands.“Incredible… I’ve only seen knives like this in the High Packs, and that man really knows how to forge,” he murmured, ecstatic with the dagger.Lyra’s words had worked, and Nerón wouldn’t hurt Drakkar—he was too focused on extracting the forging secret from him.Nana’s eyes stared at his back, marked by his claws.No matter how much she resisted, she had no weapon to defend herself… the weapon.Her dull eyes locked on the obsidian gleam of the blade.If only it could reach her hands...As if the heavens finally took pity on her, someone called urgently for Nerón at the door.He carelessly placed the dagger on a side table and walked off to speak to the guard.Behind him, Nana forced herself to move and
48. REENCOUNTER
NARRATOR“Holy Goddess,” she gasped, running to Nana’s naked body sprawled on the rug.Lyra leaned over her—she was barely breathing.The bruises and whip marks on that fragile skin told Lyra more than enough.She turned to the Alpha beside her, stabbed with the dagger she’d stolen from Drakkar.The male yanked it out of his neck without a second thought, kicking the corpse hard to flip it over.The stunned expression was still frozen in his eyes, staring at the ceiling.“She’s not breathing…”“But she’s alive. We need to take her,” Lyra decided right away, rushing to the fur blanket on the bed to cover the Omega.Drakkar just nodded. He’d never condone abuse against a woman, no matter who she was.“Drakkar, I need you to move fast. Take advantage of the fact there are no guards. Bring Verak’s body. Go, go, now…”“But I can’t leave you alone.”“Love, I know how to defend myself. Let’s not waste time. Remember, this is the Alpha’s son—we have to stage the scene right.”Drakkar didn’t g
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