The Cursed She-wolf
I killed my first mate and met the second
"No need to be ashamed." His voice sounds funny.
In a second, his pants are already at his knees. Darius quickly gets rid of the garment and tucks it into his bag. "All men are the same underneath their clothes."
His tights’ muscles seem as firm as those of his abdomen, with scars so small and thin that they can barely be seen, but the virility between his legs catches my attention to the point.
I press my knees together. What is this warm sensation in my belly?
"I want you to ride on me," he says, and my heart skips a beat.
"W-WHAT?!"
Alina was a cursed she-wolf who could only transform into a large wolf under specific conditions, such as when she was angry. On her wedding night, her mate tried to reveal his malevolent intentions, but Alina lost control and killed him. When she regained consciousness, she found herself naked, covered only by a man's shirt. This shirt had belonged to a lycan who had been lurking on the border of Agares in search of his Fated Luna. He had claimed that a girl born of two lycans should be his mate. A scent she couldn't quite describe had wafted over to her.
Could it be that he was her second chance, the one destined to break the ominous curse that loomed over her very existence?
"No need to be ashamed." His voice sounds funny.
In a second, his pants are already at his knees. Darius quickly gets rid of the garment and tucks it into his bag. "All men are the same underneath their clothes."
His tights’ muscles seem as firm as those of his abdomen, with scars so small and thin that they can barely be seen, but the virility between his legs catches my attention to the point.
I press my knees together. What is this warm sensation in my belly?
"I want you to ride on me," he says, and my heart skips a beat.
"W-WHAT?!"
Alina was a cursed she-wolf who could only transform into a large wolf under specific conditions, such as when she was angry. On her wedding night, her mate tried to reveal his malevolent intentions, but Alina lost control and killed him. When she regained consciousness, she found herself naked, covered only by a man's shirt. This shirt had belonged to a lycan who had been lurking on the border of Agares in search of his Fated Luna. He had claimed that a girl born of two lycans should be his mate. A scent she couldn't quite describe had wafted over to her.
Could it be that he was her second chance, the one destined to break the ominous curse that loomed over her very existence?
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