Elara's Point of View
I stood frozen as the transformed wolf loomed behind me, its massive form shadowing the small study room, bathed in the eerie, silver light of the full moon.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from its chest, a vibration that echoed deep in my bones, a primal summons I couldn't ignore.Outside, the cries of other wolves filled the air—howling in pain, rage, freedom... or madness.
The full moon's curse was here, real, a tangible weight on the night. It was hungry.But this one... this mighty wolf... was different. It stood utterly still. Watching. Its golden eyes, burning like molten gold, were fixed on me, piercing through my fear, seeing something I couldn't hide.Jessie's warning, just moments ago, rang loud in my head:
"If you're a witch... they'll smell you." The chilling reality of my mixed blood, the impossible truth of my birth, slammed into me once more.The beast shifted its gaze, never breaking eye contact, as it began to stalk toward me—silent, steady, a predatory force. Yet, there was a strange, undeniable pull.
Then, a voice. It wasn't spoken, but heard—deep in my mind, ancient and raw. The wolf's mind."Who is she?"I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat. I wasn't imagining this. He was in my head. His presence was heavy, ancient, raw, demanding. It defied every psychological theory I'd ever studied.I pressed myself against the cold stone wall, my chest rising and falling rapidly, fear mixing strangely with something hotter. Darker.
A magnetic draw I couldn't fight.His paws—huge, tipped with sharp claws—came to a stop right before me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his massive body.His gaze, fixed intently on my face, softened almost imperceptibly. A flicker of raw pain darted through his golden eyes, quickly followed by a struggle, a deep, internal battle.
His massive body began to tremble, fighting its wild nature, fighting the very transformation. I could feel it—the agony of his shifting bones, the chaos under his fur, the beast warring with the man.Without thinking, driven by an instinct I didn't understand, my hand rose, brushing softly against his muzzle. It was an act of pure, unbidden empathy.The great wolf flinched violently at my touch... then stilled. His golden eyes closed slowly, a long sigh escaping his powerful chest.Warm. Rough. Alive.
My fingers sank into his coarse fur. I slid my hand down his face, stroking, whispering soothing nonsense I didn't understand, words that came from a deeper place than my mind.
"You're okay..." I murmured, my voice shaky, yet holding a strange, newfound power.Slowly—so slowly—his massive body began to shift. The snapping of bones, loud and horrifying, filled the air, making my stomach twist. His wolf form melted back into human shape, skin stretching, muscles coiling.He lay there, naked. Beautifully, impossibly powerful. Trembling.And there—on my lap, head resting heavily on my thighs
—lay
Alpha Draco.
His skin burned hot against mine, searing me. His breath was ragged, coming in harsh gasps. His lips parted as he stared up at me, dazed, dangerous... and unexpectedly, utterly human in his raw vulnerability."You smell... strange," he murmured, his voice low, like honey and gravel, thick with exhaustion and raw sensation.
"But calming... familiar."I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.I knew that voice. I'd heard it command, threaten, conquer. But never like this—never so broken, so utterly consumed by something elemental."Alpha Draco..." I whispered, the name a dangerous echo in the quiet room.His eyes darkened, becoming sharp and focused as they studied my face, lingering on my lips, then tracing the line of my throat.
His hand—larger than mine by far—brushed up my trembling thigh, resting just under the hem of my thin, worn dress, a single finger tracing the delicate fabric.His touch was fire, spreading like wildfire through my veins.His body shifted upward, moving with a raw strength, until he towered over me. Still unsteady from the painful shift, but filled with a scorching force, an undeniable heat, a potent, primal need.
"Is this... what a mate feels like...?" he murmured, confused, his voice hoarse.
"Why does your scent... drive me mad?" His golden eyes burned into mine, filled with a hunger I couldn't escape, a hunger that called to something deep within me, something long dormant.His hand caught my wrist, gently but firmly, pulling me to stand before him.
Our bodies nearly touched—his heat radiating, making me tremble, making my own skin tingle with an unfamiliar ache.I could feel the moon's pull, wild and wicked, amplified now, a force that vibrated through every cell.
He leaned in, inches from my lips. His breath ghosted across my mouth, teasing me, igniting a desperate longing. My knees nearly buckled. My body screamed for him.
"Don't kiss me," I whispered, my voice breaking, filled with a desperate plea I didn't fully understand. That kiss... it was tied to my mission, to his divine tether. It was the one thing I couldn't allow.His gaze snapped to mine, primal and questioning.
"Why?" he rumbled, his voice low and dangerous."Because I said so," I breathed, the lie tasting like ash in my mouth, but my lips couldn't form the truth.A dark grin curved his lips, a slow, predatory smile that made my stomach flutter.
"Then... I'll taste you everywhere else," he growled, his voice like velvet sin, raw with desire.His hand slid to my waist, tugging me flush against his hard, bare chest.
I gasped—the feel of him against me, muscle and heat, skin against skin, made my head spin, sent a jolt of pure electricity through me.Without asking, without pause, he gripped the thin fabric of my dress and tore it off in one easy motion, the sound a soft rip in the quiet room, baring me to him completely.I gasped again as the cool air kissed my skin—but his hands were hotter, infinitely hotter.
They roamed over my hips, my stomach, my thighs, worshipping every curve without restraint.His mouth lowered—not to my lips—but to my neck. He dragged his lips across my pulse, breathing me in, tasting the soft skin beneath my ear, a slow, tantalizing exploration that stole my breath.I shuddered violently, my head falling back against the wall, offering him more access."No kisses," he muttered, his voice thick, his breath hot against my skin,
"but this... I'll have this."His teeth grazed the delicate flesh of my throat, a soft, sharp nip that made me moan softly, a sound I barely recognized as my own. His hands spread over my thighs, strong and insistent, parting them, lifting me effortlessly onto the nearest desk as his body settled between mine.I gasped at the feel of him—hard, insistent, rubbing slowly against my bare heat through the thin barrier of his self-control.
Every nerve ending in my body was alive, humming.His mouth traveled lower—down my collarbone, across the curve of my breast—pausing to taste, to graze, to nip, to draw out every sensation. Never kissing. Only devouring. Claiming.Every touch, every breath, every delicious nip made my body ache with a desperate, burgeoning need. My back arched, my hands tangled wildly in his thick, dark hair as he pressed his face between my thighs, dragging his tongue slowly along sensitive skin, teasing me until my breath broke into helpless gasps, until my vision swam.
"I can smell your need," he growled against me, his voice rough with desire. "Like moonlight... burning."His hand slid up, parting me further, his expert fingers slipping between my folds—slow, unhurried, agonizingly precise.
My body jerked in response, heat flooding through me, a dizzying rush that stole all coherent thought.
"You're...mine," he whispered, his voice cracking with a fierce restraint.His teeth sank gently into the soft flesh of my inner thigh, marking me, a primal, undeniable claim that made me cry out softly, a mix of pain and pure, overwhelming pleasure, as his fingers moved inside me—deep, curling, relentless.No kiss. No mercy. Only maddening, blinding pleasure. Only the absolute, overwhelming force of a primal claim.The world spun. My body burned. The moon shone full and high above, a silent, powerful witness to this dark, forbidden joining.
"Draco..." I gasped, his name a raw sound torn from my throat. It tasted dangerous on my tongue, the name of the very Alpha I was sent to defy, to destroy.
But I didn't stop him. I couldn't. My body had surrendered.His mouth, his hands, his body—every part of him claimed me that night under the full moon, branding me as his own.And I let him.