The Wolf's Mate

any trouble. My hybrid nature commanded respect - or rather, fear. Nobody dared to cross me, lest they face the wrath of a vampire'

flawless skin was the epitome of perfection, with a radiant complexion that drew admiring glances. My diamond-oval face was accentuated by luscious black hair that cascaded down my back

ns, I never developed a taste for human blood, especially the wolf-like creatures that repulsed me. However, I didn't entirely forsake my vampire heritage. I made an exception for my vampire boyfriend's blood, which I drank during the Full Moon festiv

ke an over-stretched spring, transformed into an unyielding diamond, impervious to his empty apologies. We finally parted ways, and I established two rules: never settle for being second best, and never trust a wolf - or, in my opinion, any shape-shifter. To me, they're all cunning, me

llege, governed by witches, remained a beacon of unity. The Witch Queen's zero-tolerance policy for discrimination ensured we learned to coexist harmoniously. While some hot-

in pushing my buttons, and I reciprocated the disdain. Our mutual dis

ded to the bathroom. Suddenly, a tall, muscle-ripped alpha

wall. To an outsider, it might have seemed like a tender moment between two lovers, but the reality was far fr

en aback by the familiarity of his features, my mind racing back to the memories I thought I'd long buried - the memories of our tumultuous past, the broken promi

ened. From that, I knew that there was something wrong with him, but I couldn't figure exactly what it was. Not

had waited, my life might have taken a drastically different turn. But I didn't. I burst through the bathroom door, catching Hayden off guard. He was mid-zip, h

able, similar to an omega's heat. And there it was, undeniable proof of his state - his large, knotted cock, a testament to his desperation. I couldn'

e, sensing that I'd noticed his rut. His reaction was instantaneous and fierce. I tried to make a hasty retreat, reaching for the door, but he

ate to escape his wrath, but my back hit the wall, trapping me. He closed in, caging me with his arms, and claimed my lips, cheeks, and neck with rough,

ture - instead, I became a tiny, beautiful being with elegant fangs and refined claws. Unlike other beasts, my transformation was captivating, not terrifying. But even my newfoun

d leaving bloody gashes. But his wolfish pheromones seemed to control the bleeding, and he remained fixated on me, undeterred. The deep wounds I inflicted only seemed to

cumbing to his wolfish pheromones. I couldn't control the sensations, and before I knew it, I had reached my third climax. Hayden finally found release, spilling himself inside me. Exh

omforting embrace. Despite my lingering anger, I couldn't resist the cozy haven of his body. It was more inviting than my plush, royal bed, and I felt myself surrendering t

attend since I had already drunk somebody's blood however I was going to be considered as impure especially after being raped by a werewolf. Moreover, my body was paining from all angles, I could not move. Still confused how I had got here. It was clear to