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- A WILD NIGHT UNDER THE HEAVY RAIN
SOMEWHERE IN A CAVE, IN THE WILD FOREST OF BOMADA
“Sandra, there’s only one way you can win against her.” The witch of the Blue Moon Pack whispered, her voice carrying a chilling certainty.
Sandra frowned, her arms crossed. “What do you mean? I don’t understand. Delilah is just a powerless human. I could crush her in seconds.” Her confidence was unshaken
The witch narrowed her eyes, arching a brow as a dark chuckle slipped from her lips. “No, you’re wrong. She is far stronger than you think. Listen to me, Sandra, heed my warning.” Her voice dropped lower, laced with an eerie urgency. “There’s something about her… Powerful forces surround her.”
Sandra scoffed, unwilling to believe it. She knew Delilah better than anyone. They had been friends since college, if there was anything extraordinary about her, Sandra would have known. The witch was mistaken.
She waved off the warning like a bothersome insect. All that mattered was defeating Delilah in a way that wouldn’t raise suspicion.
“Fine,” she exhaled impatiently. “What do you suggest?”
The witch hesitated before answering, her gaze sharpening. “You can only defeat her on one condition: weaken her before the fight. Otherwise, you will lose. And if you lose to her, your secret will come to light. The Alpha will know you manipulated the mate bond.” She leaned closer, her voice lowering to a grave whisper. “And I will not be involved in what comes next.”
Sandra stiffened. Her secret… exposed? That wasn’t an option.
“What are the chances of her losing?” she asked, her voice quieter now.
The witch gave a slow, deliberate nod. “Only one percent. And that’s only if she’s weakened first, which may not even be possible. My advice? Step down willingly.”
Sandra shot up from her seat, rage flashing in her eyes. “Step down? For Delilah? Never!” Her hands clenched into fists. “I will do whatever it takes to remain Luna.”
The witch sighed, her expression unreadable. “Then you must be willing to go further than you ever have before.” Sandra’s jaw tightened. “Tell me how to weaken her.”
A slow, satisfied smirk stretched across the witch’s lips. She reached into the folds of her cloak and retrieved a small vial, the liquid inside dark and ominous. “Slip this into her drink, and you’ll be safe.”
Sandra took the vial, her fingers closing around it tightly. Without another word, she turned and left, disappearing into the night.
Her mind raced as she walked through the forest, each step stirring dried leaves beneath her feet. The wind whispered through the trees, the branches swaying as storm clouds gathered above. The air smelled of rain, thick and heavy.
She considered going back to the witch’s cave, but her instincts warned against it. Her heart pounded, though not from fear, her thoughts were consumed by one thing: tomorrow’s fight.
A crack of thunder rumbled in the distance. Then, the first cold drop of rain struck her skin. Within moments, a torrential downpour soaked her to the bone.
Her mind raced as the storm raged around her. The memory of the two Lycans she had encountered on her way back from the witch cave flashed vividly in her thoughts. *Are they still here?* she wondered, her heart pounding.
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The wind howled through the trees, its ferocity sending shivers down her spine. Fear gripped her, but her legs carried her forward, driven by instinct. The rain poured relentlessly, drenching her clothes until they clung to her skin like a second layer. She stumbled through the forest, searching for shelter, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
Just as she was about to give up hope, she felt a sudden movement behind her. Before she could react, strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground. The world blurred as she was swept into the shadows, her heart racing with a mix of fear and relief.
“Welcome back, sweet lady,” a deep, familiar voice rumbled in her ear.
Sandra recognized it instantly, and a smile tugged at her lips despite her earlier fright. “Why did you scare me like that?” she scolded, though her tone held no real anger. The man chuckled, his laughter warm and reassuring
“My sweet Luna,” the other Lycan chimed–in, his voice softer but no less commanding. “You don’t need to be afraid. We’re always here to protect you.”
Sandra’s smile widened, her earlier tension melting away. Now, both of you,” she said, her voice laced with playful authority, “pleasure me. Just like the last time.”
Without hesitation, they obliged. Their movements were swift and deliberate, their hands and lips exploring her body with a hunger that mirrored her own. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, leaving them all bare beneath the stormy sky. Sandra dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for the Lycans‘ hardened lengths. They groaned in unison, their voices blending with the sound of the rain.
Her small hands struggled to grasp their girth, but she managed, her touch firm and deliberate. She took one into her mouth, then the other, alternating between them with a rhythm that left them breathless. The Lycans‘ groans grew louder, though the storm drowned out most of the sound.
Soon, they shifted positions, their mouths now on her breasts, their fingers teasing her most sensitive areas. Sandra’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. “Fuck! I need you inside me now,” she demanded, her voice thick with desire.
One of the Lycans obliged, filling her with his monstrous length. She cried out, her voice lost in the thunder that rolled overhead. The rain continued to pour, the storm raging as fiercely as the passion between them. Sandra embraced every thrust, her body arching to meet his. This wasn’t her first time with them, nor would it be her last. She was insatiable, and when her Alpha failed to satisfy her needs, these Lycans had become her secret solace. They took turns with her, their movements synchronized and relentless. The wet ground beneath them did little to deter their fervor. They moved from one position to another, each more daring than the last. Sandra was consumed by their touch, her cries of pleasure echoing through the night. The Lycans, too, found their release, their devotion to her evident in every caress and kiss.
By the time the storm began to subside, Sandra lay spent but satisfied, her body still tingling from their attention. The Lycans stayed close, their protective presence a comfort as the night stretched on. They were hers, and she was theirs, a bond forged in secrecy and passion, unbreakable even under the weight of the storm.
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