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The Anima Luna is approaching fast, and for a certain female, she's not looking forward to it. However, a wolf is searching for a queen he can claim as his, and fate just so happens to be on his side. May the Anima Luna be gracious of you. Fate will not be as it should. • • • • • "What-what do you mean you can smell me?" My eyebrows furrow. How could he say that? Did I smell or something? He breathes deeply, a snarl begging to be released from behind his throat. "I mean," his thick voice darkens just as his eyes do. "I can smell you." His massive hands pound on the glass, fingers spread wide as his eyes. My mouth drops at the sight of drool dribbling down his chin. I flinch as he hits the glass again, furiously banging against my only protection. My eyes widen out of curiosity and fear; how could he act so savagely, yet make my labia drool? I couldn't name this feeling as we lock eyes, nor could I give a name to the aching in my heart when I remember him and the brunette. My face curls up in a snarl and I bellow out my refusal. "I refuse your advance! I'm not yours," I declare, venom dripping from my lips. The man stops, his eyes wide at my sudden outburst. Then, he smirks, and it does nothing to aid my fears. "There is no refusal in this Anima Luna. You will be mine." Gulping, I think of the quickest thing to say, "You're wrong! The king won't allow you to take a woman by force. It's forbidden!" "Baby, you don't know the king like I do." ..... • 17+ • Abusive Content #5 in bitten on 09.24.21 #3 in covid-19 on 09.28.21
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