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The Beast's Virgin Claim

WARNING: {R18+ ROMANCE}{Explicit sexual content} ~~~ "I only want you, Theia. Always have always will and this shall never change. How could I ever want another when I possess the one I solely exist for?" "Phobos," I call his name fondly a need to hug him and breathe in his calming scent surfaces. "I do not wish to treat you like you are made of glass because you aren't. Your body was made for me and it can handle everything I choose to give it. And this I will prove it to you." "When?" I ask breathlessly as he ultimately turns around to meet my curious eyes. Golden rings outline his irises his beast announcing his presence and they stand as one before me. A wicked smile paints his face with a flash of canine displayed to me. A promise he gives that I will be ruthlessly devoured. "When I fuck you senseless." ~~~ After years of excruciating loneliness, Phobos approached me. A frightening beast, my soulmate who emerged from within the bounds of a ruthless thundering storm. The male I yearned for. He caught me off guard and I was under the spell he cast through his ocean eyes. A spell I couldn't defeat and that very moment I knew I was in trouble. The second our eyes met I knew he would bring me endless heartache. We were childhood friends, him and I. Phobos the gentle and playful juvenile I grew up with and looked up to as a pup vanished and was replaced by a cold-hearted barbarian, he terrified me as he killed many with a blink of his eyes. No regret, no concern his beast often in control surging forward consuming his senses. They were equals. How can I connect with a beast like him? How could I make him call me his? How can I love my childhood friend who has become a merciless monster? ~~~ #TBVC is a childhood friends to lovers dark romance erotic series with an age gap of 9 years between the protagonists. It will be a rollercoaster ride of emotions but will also have tons of delicious spice to heat you up. I truly hope you enjoy it my little wolves!

Luna Liz · Fantasia
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213 Chs

Mother - Part【4】

"Theia?" Phobos calls me out in confusion as I open the small gate and wander inside towards it. There are already a few bulky males seated on tree stumps chattering among themselves with laughter and joke. They overlook my presence when I enter too engrossed in their conversations and I do not pay them much heed as I am here for this bucket that somehow calls me to it.

When I take a cautious peek inside my breath is instantly caught in my throat my lungs do not give way to air and I battle to breathe. A shrill ear-splitting outcry tears past my mouth tears of loss and mourning gushing down my cheeks as I collapse to the ground clamping my tremoring palm over my lips striving to muffle my howls of agony.

The males who were seated now rise from the stumps and stare at me in shock baffled by the anguish and sorrow I reveal to them. Who did this? Why?