LOST MATE UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

have shown me what is called suffering. Werewolves have the power to bend y

words: "You remain very tough for a specie in the lowes

. I look around and see that I'm inside a fancy room. To be hones

ought me back to the reality that he's here,

know you

who I am,

nk I value my life

have bought you. Now, before I talk better about it, you must change into something," he says, pi

s bare chest. He's very alluring for a human being. He looks too perfect, as though he is a 3D cre

tough, you recognize beauty

s an ugly monster

are r

m and create space between us. My

?" While he teases, I close my eyes and pretend I have som

l my voice caught in my throat. He's fully n

s, and V-line are enough to make me breathless. My tongue salivates at the sight of what's in between h

lieve this is real. He takes one step cl

rush into the closet. I close the door

ad to forget the image of his flipping dic

, baby." I hear his voice from out

en he could just kill me and get another

now." It's the glory hole game, isn

continue, "So, I'd rather advise you to fuck off and find somewhere else

y own name in my head te

head," I think.

wants. A few minutes later, I have put on a blue gown that str

can be. He lies on the bed with his eyes narrowed and darken

commands, stil

eeling their strength. He grins. Good

h whatever I say. You must obey your etiquette, including not talking or objecting. You have no rights. Shou

e's persistent. He knows I will not comply, so he has rather

you even trained at the acade

ng room. I am a step behind him, and he's watching me through t