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Cristaldo

As Everly lost herself on stage, I clenched my hands into fists, claws digging into my palms. I fought the urge to transform, making the air around me shimmer in alarm. My eyes burned with the desire that would turn them incandescent and expose my wolf. Che diavolo sta succedendo? Never had I been affected like this. An alpha male always in control, was what I prided myself on being.

I couldn’t wait until after the concert, though the group had just begun their set. It had to happen now. My skin rippled visibly with the need. The only way to bring back control was to give in to the wolf. I left the auditorium and took the flight of stairs from the penthouse leading to the rooftop and my favorite toy, a Bell-Boeing 609 Tilt-Rotor straight from the factory in France. I jumped in behind the controls and set a course for our nearest compound in the desert. Ten minutes to freedom.

No sooner had I landed the helicopter—and with the blades still rotating—than I was out and running. Mid-stride, I entered another realm, a parallel existence, invisible from Earth, and my body underwent the change. On the other side, through the shimmering portal, the sensation deepened until all my cells had transformed, aligned in a new form. Then I was back in the present, a wolf. The world had mutated to an array of colors unknown to the human eye, blacks and browns and grays with subtle shadings that my brain converted to what my human side saw—blues and greens, yellow and reds. I breathed in deeply, my olfactory nerves sharpened by the cool, dry air of the desert at night. The odor of dust among the cactus, scrub and clumps of grass filled my nostrils.

I picked up the scent of fast game and gave chase. Bounding along, the wind to my back, twisting and turning as I easily followed my prey, I savored the strength of the wolf. My large paws ate up the distance, the shadows of the Joshua trees familiar forms mimicking humans and moving past me at lightning speed as I continued my pursuit.

The scent of fear ahead span my brain out of control. My prey knew I was close. I redoubled my efforts, imagining the takedown. The satisfaction. Then the creature found his burrow all of a sudden and went to ground. No matter. I streaked by the spot, needing the run far more than the catch.

The dry land slapped against my paws and the wind sliced across my muzzle. Time had no meaning in the desert. The longer I ran, the lighter I felt. Expending such energy increased my strength, mile by mile, each muscle quivering with adrenaline.

A new scent drew my attention. Wolf. I swung my massive head to the east. The interloper was not of the Luceres pack. My brain sharpened and the thrill of the chase intensified. I covered ground quickly, totally focused on the enemy. I needed this, to show the curs their place.

I raced to the farthest section of my land and confronted the Ribelle dog. My fur rose as my tail bushed out behind me. He was hellbent on getting away, circling back and forth like a prisoner in a cell, preferring to cross over the electric fence rather than face me. I snarled my disdain at finding the coward trying so desperately to escape.

I launched myself at him, digging my claws deep into his hide, my muzzle going for his neck. Using my jaws, I clamped onto the back of his neck, going for the takedown. Blood, salty and thick, spurted into my mouth.

He let out a loud whine of pain and protest. I refused to let go, shaking him with all my might. More blood sprayed onto the ground, bright red drops that vanished instantly into the thirsty desert soil.

I wanted the kill, but the hound had learned his lesson. When I let him go a few minutes later, he lay down in submission, his vulnerable belly revealed to my gaze.

Go and never come back.

He slinked off with his tail curled between his legs.

Thrusting my muzzle upward, I howled my joy at the victory. The music poured from my chest, echoed across the land and soared up to the moon that was growing ever larger in the starlit sky. I owned this land, this place in time.

Satisfied, I made a full loop across the desert floor and arrived back at the helicopter that was sitting like a giant beast, waiting patiently for me in the moonlight. I shifted, donned a new set of clothes I always kept at the ready, climbed into the cockpit and set a quick course back to the casino’s roofline. Ten minutes later I was headed to Nero’s, one of my basic needs satiated.

I stood and watched the end of The Sirens’ performance from my vantage point in the wings, though it was only Everly that drew my attention.

No words could possibly capture the magnificence and magic of Everly’s drumming. She appeared otherworldly as she played, hearing something different from the rest of us. It made me want her all the more.

I’d watched many fine performances in Vegas over the years, but this—this was something in a class all its own. Pure raw energy and boundless talent fired her act, obviously fueled by hundreds of hours of practice. I had never been more turned on by a female in all my life…and that seemed to be the case for many males in attendance. My wolf and I growled in tandem. Flashes of red panties only worsened a dire situation. Pack rule number two—the alpha always protects his mate and his offspring with his life.

“They are good, are they not, sire? Is it any wonder they won the contest hands-down?” Serge asked, with a rare show of pleasure. He had joined me during the final moments of the concert’s encore.

“Too good. Others are leering at her.” My wolf wanted to pounce, to wreak mayhem on the crowd, and I contained him with great difficulty. I needed to keep absolute control. The existence of our kind must never be revealed. Pack rule number one. I would take myself out before harming my pack.

“Are you worried? I have added extra security tonight.”

“No. Just see that the girls are escorted to their rooms when the time comes. No delays. And make sure that Everly is particularly well guarded. Whatever it takes.”

“Of course.”

“And see that her room is filled with all the red roses you can lay your hands on.” No doubt remained in my mind that she was my genetic match, leaving only one question. Was she of dual nature, meaning she could be mated to either house? As much as we relied on DNA testing in the twenty-first century, my primal wolf didn’t want to wait for confirmation. No hound from the House of Ribelle could ever be a true Forever Mate to her as I would be. My wolf wanted her and clamored for the ancient, tried-and-true method—bite and claim.

CloseCristaldo

As Everly lost herself on stage, I clenched my hands into fists, claws digging into my palms. I fought the urge to transform, making the air around me shimmer in alarm. My eyes burned with the desire that would turn them incandescent and expose my wolf. Che diavolo sta succedendo? Never had I been affected like this. An alpha male always in control, was what I prided myself on being.

I couldn’t wait until after the concert, though the group had just begun their set. It had to happen now. My skin rippled visibly with the need. The only way to bring back control was to give in to the wolf. I left the auditorium and took the flight of stairs from the penthouse leading to the rooftop and my favorite toy, a Bell-Boeing 609 Tilt-Rotor straight from the factory in France. I jumped in behind the controls and set a course for our nearest compound in the desert. Ten minutes to freedom.

No sooner had I landed the helicopter—and with the blades still rotating—than I was out and running. Mid-stride, I entered another realm, a parallel existence, invisible from Earth, and my body underwent the change. On the other side, through the shimmering portal, the sensation deepened until all my cells had transformed, aligned in a new form. Then I was back in the present, a wolf. The world had mutated to an array of colors unknown to the human eye, blacks and browns and grays with subtle shadings that my brain converted to what my human side saw—blues and greens, yellow and reds. I breathed in deeply, my olfactory nerves sharpened by the cool, dry air of the desert at night. The odor of dust among the cactus, scrub and clumps of grass filled my nostrils.

I picked up the scent of fast game and gave chase. Bounding along, the wind to my back, twisting and turning as I easily followed my prey, I savored the strength of the wolf. My large paws ate up the distance, the shadows of the Joshua trees familiar forms mimicking humans and moving past me at lightning speed as I continued my pursuit.

The scent of fear ahead span my brain out of control. My prey knew I was close. I redoubled my efforts, imagining the takedown. The satisfaction. Then the creature found his burrow all of a sudden and went to ground. No matter. I streaked by the spot, needing the run far more than the catch.

The dry land slapped against my paws and the wind sliced across my muzzle. Time had no meaning in the desert. The longer I ran, the lighter I felt. Expending such energy increased my strength, mile by mile, each muscle quivering with adrenaline.

A new scent drew my attention. Wolf. I swung my massive head to the east. The interloper was not of the Luceres pack. My brain sharpened and the thrill of the chase intensified. I covered ground quickly, totally focused on the enemy. I needed this, to show the curs their place.

I raced to the farthest section of my land and confronted the Ribelle dog. My fur rose as my tail bushed out behind me. He was hellbent on getting away, circling back and forth like a prisoner in a cell, preferring to cross over the electric fence rather than face me. I snarled my disdain at finding the coward trying so desperately to escape.

I launched myself at him, digging my claws deep into his hide, my muzzle going for his neck. Using my jaws, I clamped onto the back of his neck, going for the takedown. Blood, salty and thick, spurted into my mouth.

He let out a loud whine of pain and protest. I refused to let go, shaking him with all my might. More blood sprayed onto the ground, bright red drops that vanished instantly into the thirsty desert soil.

I wanted the kill, but the hound had learned his lesson. When I let him go a few minutes later, he lay down in submission, his vulnerable belly revealed to my gaze.

Go and never come back.

He slinked off with his tail curled between his legs.

Thrusting my muzzle upward, I howled my joy at the victory. The music poured from my chest, echoed across the land and soared up to the moon that was growing ever larger in the starlit sky. I owned this land, this place in time.

Satisfied, I made a full loop across the desert floor and arrived back at the helicopter that was sitting like a giant beast, waiting patiently for me in the moonlight. I shifted, donned a new set of clothes I always kept at the ready, climbed into the cockpit and set a quick course back to the casino’s roofline. Ten minutes later I was headed to Nero’s, one of my basic needs satiated.

I stood and watched the end of The Sirens’ performance from my vantage point in the wings, though it was only Everly that drew my attention.

No words could possibly capture the magnificence and magic of Everly’s drumming. She appeared otherworldly as she played, hearing something different from the rest of us. It made me want her all the more.

I’d watched many fine performances in Vegas over the years, but this—this was something in a class all its own. Pure raw energy and boundless talent fired her act, obviously fueled by hundreds of hours of practice. I had never been more turned on by a female in all my life…and that seemed to be the case for many males in attendance. My wolf and I growled in tandem. Flashes of red panties only worsened a dire situation. Pack rule number two—the alpha always protects his mate and his offspring with his life.

“They are good, are they not, sire? Is it any wonder they won the contest hands-down?” Serge asked, with a rare show of pleasure. He had joined me during the final moments of the concert’s encore.

“Too good. Others are leering at her.” My wolf wanted to pounce, to wreak mayhem on the crowd, and I contained him with great difficulty. I needed to keep absolute control. The existence of our kind must never be revealed. Pack rule number one. I would take myself out before harming my pack.

“Are you worried? I have added extra security tonight.”

“No. Just see that the girls are escorted to their rooms when the time comes. No delays. And make sure that Everly is particularly well guarded. Whatever it takes.”

“Of course.”

“And see that her room is filled with all the red roses you can lay your hands on.” No doubt remained in my mind that she was my genetic match, leaving only one question. Was she of dual nature, meaning she could be mated to either house? As much as we relied on DNA testing in the twenty-first century, my primal wolf didn’t want to wait for confirmation. No hound from the House of Ribelle could ever be a true Forever Mate to her as I would be. My wolf wanted her and clamored for the ancient, tried-and-true method—bite and claim.

CloseCristaldo

As Everly lost herself on stage, I clenched my hands into fists, claws digging into my palms. I fought the urge to transform, making the air around me shimmer in alarm. My eyes burned with the desire that would turn them incandescent and expose my wolf. Che diavolo sta succedendo? Never had I been affected like this. An alpha male always in control, was what I prided myself on being.

I couldn’t wait until after the concert, though the group had just begun their set. It had to happen now. My skin rippled visibly with the need. The only way to bring back control was to give in to the wolf. I left the auditorium and took the flight of stairs from the penthouse leading to the rooftop and my favorite toy, a Bell-Boeing 609 Tilt-Rotor straight from the factory in France. I jumped in behind the controls and set a course for our nearest compound in the desert. Ten minutes to freedom.

No sooner had I landed the helicopter—and with the blades still rotating—than I was out and running. Mid-stride, I entered another realm, a parallel existence, invisible from Earth, and my body underwent the change. On the other side, through the shimmering portal, the sensation deepened until all my cells had transformed, aligned in a new form. Then I was back in the present, a wolf. The world had mutated to an array of colors unknown to the human eye, blacks and browns and grays with subtle shadings that my brain converted to what my human side saw—blues and greens, yellow and reds. I breathed in deeply, my olfactory nerves sharpened by the cool, dry air of the desert at night. The odor of dust among the cactus, scrub and clumps of grass filled my nostrils.

I picked up the scent of fast game and gave chase. Bounding along, the wind to my back, twisting and turning as I easily followed my prey, I savored the strength of the wolf. My large paws ate up the distance, the shadows of the Joshua trees familiar forms mimicking humans and moving past me at lightning speed as I continued my pursuit.

The scent of fear ahead span my brain out of control. My prey knew I was close. I redoubled my efforts, imagining the takedown. The satisfaction. Then the creature found his burrow all of a sudden and went to ground. No matter. I streaked by the spot, needing the run far more than the catch.

The dry land slapped against my paws and the wind sliced across my muzzle. Time had no meaning in the desert. The longer I ran, the lighter I felt. Expending such energy increased my strength, mile by mile, each muscle quivering with adrenaline.

A new scent drew my attention. Wolf. I swung my massive head to the east. The interloper was not of the Luceres pack. My brain sharpened and the thrill of the chase intensified. I covered ground quickly, totally focused on the enemy. I needed this, to show the curs their place.

I raced to the farthest section of my land and confronted the Ribelle dog. My fur rose as my tail bushed out behind me. He was hellbent on getting away, circling back and forth like a prisoner in a cell, preferring to cross over the electric fence rather than face me. I snarled my disdain at finding the coward trying so desperately to escape.

I launched myself at him, digging my claws deep into his hide, my muzzle going for his neck. Using my jaws, I clamped onto the back of his neck, going for the takedown. Blood, salty and thick, spurted into my mouth.

He let out a loud whine of pain and protest. I refused to let go, shaking him with all my might. More blood sprayed onto the ground, bright red drops that vanished instantly into the thirsty desert soil.

I wanted the kill, but the hound had learned his lesson. When I let him go a few minutes later, he lay down in submission, his vulnerable belly revealed to my gaze.

Go and never come back.

He slinked off with his tail curled between his legs.

Thrusting my muzzle upward, I howled my joy at the victory. The music poured from my chest, echoed across the land and soared up to the moon that was growing ever larger in the starlit sky. I owned this land, this place in time.

Satisfied, I made a full loop across the desert floor and arrived back at the helicopter that was sitting like a giant beast, waiting patiently for me in the moonlight. I shifted, donned a new set of clothes I always kept at the ready, climbed into the cockpit and set a quick course back to the casino’s roofline. Ten minutes later I was headed to Nero’s, one of my basic needs satiated.

I stood and watched the end of The Sirens’ performance from my vantage point in the wings, though it was only Everly that drew my attention.

No words could possibly capture the magnificence and magic of Everly’s drumming. She appeared otherworldly as she played, hearing something different from the rest of us. It made me want her all the more.

I’d watched many fine performances in Vegas over the years, but this—this was something in a class all its own. Pure raw energy and boundless talent fired her act, obviously fueled by hundreds of hours of practice. I had never been more turned on by a female in all my life…and that seemed to be the case for many males in attendance. My wolf and I growled in tandem. Flashes of red panties only worsened a dire situation. Pack rule number two—the alpha always protects his mate and his offspring with his life.

“They are good, are they not, sire? Is it any wonder they won the contest hands-down?” Serge asked, with a rare show of pleasure. He had joined me during the final moments of the concert’s encore.

“Too good. Others are leering at her.” My wolf wanted to pounce, to wreak mayhem on the crowd, and I contained him with great difficulty. I needed to keep absolute control. The existence of our kind must never be revealed. Pack rule number one. I would take myself out before harming my pack.

“Are you worried? I have added extra security tonight.”

“No. Just see that the girls are escorted to their rooms when the time comes. No delays. And make sure that Everly is particularly well guarded. Whatever it takes.”

“Of course.”

“And see that her room is filled with all the red roses you can lay your hands on.” No doubt remained in my mind that she was my genetic match, leaving only one question. Was she of dual nature, meaning she could be mated to either house? As much as we relied on DNA testing in the twenty-first century, my primal wolf didn’t want to wait for confirmation. No hound from the House of Ribelle could ever be a true Forever Mate to her as I would be. My wolf wanted her and clamored for the ancient, tried-and-true method—bite and claim.

CloseCristaldo

As Everly lost herself on stage, I clenched my hands into fists, claws digging into my palms. I fought the urge to transform, making the air around me shimmer in alarm. My eyes burned with the desire that would turn them incandescent and expose my wolf. Che diavolo sta succedendo? Never had I been affected like this. An alpha male always in control, was what I prided myself on being.

I couldn’t wait until after the concert, though the group had just begun their set. It had to happen now. My skin rippled visibly with the need. The only way to bring back control was to give in to the wolf. I left the auditorium and took the flight of stairs from the penthouse leading to the rooftop and my favorite toy, a Bell-Boeing 609 Tilt-Rotor straight from the factory in France. I jumped in behind the controls and set a course for our nearest compound in the desert. Ten minutes to freedom.

No sooner had I landed the helicopter—and with the blades still rotating—than I was out and running. Mid-stride, I entered another realm, a parallel existence, invisible from Earth, and my body underwent the change. On the other side, through the shimmering portal, the sensation deepened until all my cells had transformed, aligned in a new form. Then I was back in the present, a wolf. The world had mutated to an array of colors unknown to the human eye, blacks and browns and grays with subtle shadings that my brain converted to what my human side saw—blues and greens, yellow and reds. I breathed in deeply, my olfactory nerves sharpened by the cool, dry air of the desert at night. The odor of dust among the cactus, scrub and clumps of grass filled my nostrils.

I picked up the scent of fast game and gave chase. Bounding along, the wind to my back, twisting and turning as I easily followed my prey, I savored the strength of the wolf. My large paws ate up the distance, the shadows of the Joshua trees familiar forms mimicking humans and moving past me at lightning speed as I continued my pursuit.

The scent of fear ahead span my brain out of control. My prey knew I was close. I redoubled my efforts, imagining the takedown. The satisfaction. Then the creature found his burrow all of a sudden and went to ground. No matter. I streaked by the spot, needing the run far more than the catch.

The dry land slapped against my paws and the wind sliced across my muzzle. Time had no meaning in the desert. The longer I ran, the lighter I felt. Expending such energy increased my strength, mile by mile, each muscle quivering with adrenaline.

A new scent drew my attention. Wolf. I swung my massive head to the east. The interloper was not of the Luceres pack. My brain sharpened and the thrill of the chase intensified. I covered ground quickly, totally focused on the enemy. I needed this, to show the curs their place.

I raced to the farthest section of my land and confronted the Ribelle dog. My fur rose as my tail bushed out behind me. He was hellbent on getting away, circling back and forth like a prisoner in a cell, preferring to cross over the electric fence rather than face me. I snarled my disdain at finding the coward trying so desperately to escape.

I launched myself at him, digging my claws deep into his hide, my muzzle going for his neck. Using my jaws, I clamped onto the back of his neck, going for the takedown. Blood, salty and thick, spurted into my mouth.

He let out a loud whine of pain and protest. I refused to let go, shaking him with all my might. More blood sprayed onto the ground, bright red drops that vanished instantly into the thirsty desert soil.

I wanted the kill, but the hound had learned his lesson. When I let him go a few minutes later, he lay down in submission, his vulnerable belly revealed to my gaze.

Go and never come back.

He slinked off with his tail curled between his legs.

Thrusting my muzzle upward, I howled my joy at the victory. The music poured from my chest, echoed across the land and soared up to the moon that was growing ever larger in the starlit sky. I owned this land, this place in time.

Satisfied, I made a full loop across the desert floor and arrived back at the helicopter that was sitting like a giant beast, waiting patiently for me in the moonlight. I shifted, donned a new set of clothes I always kept at the ready, climbed into the cockpit and set a quick course back to the casino’s roofline. Ten minutes later I was headed to Nero’s, one of my basic needs satiated.

I stood and watched the end of The Sirens’ performance from my vantage point in the wings, though it was only Everly that drew my attention.

No words could possibly capture the magnificence and magic of Everly’s drumming. She appeared otherworldly as she played, hearing something different from the rest of us. It made me want her all the more.

I’d watched many fine performances in Vegas over the years, but this—this was something in a class all its own. Pure raw energy and boundless talent fired her act, obviously fueled by hundreds of hours of practice. I had never been more turned on by a female in all my life…and that seemed to be the case for many males in attendance. My wolf and I growled in tandem. Flashes of red panties only worsened a dire situation. Pack rule number two—the alpha always protects his mate and his offspring with his life.

“They are good, are they not, sire? Is it any wonder they won the contest hands-down?” Serge asked, with a rare show of pleasure. He had joined me during the final moments of the concert’s encore.

“Too good. Others are leering at her.” My wolf wanted to pounce, to wreak mayhem on the crowd, and I contained him with great difficulty. I needed to keep absolute control. The existence of our kind must never be revealed. Pack rule number one. I would take myself out before harming my pack.

“Are you worried? I have added extra security tonight.”

“No. Just see that the girls are escorted to their rooms when the time comes. No delays. And make sure that Everly is particularly well guarded. Whatever it takes.”

“Of course.”

“And see that her room is filled with all the red roses you can lay your hands on.” No doubt remained in my mind that she was my genetic match, leaving only one question. Was she of dual nature, meaning she could be mated to either house? As much as we relied on DNA testing in the twenty-first century, my primal wolf didn’t want to wait for confirmation. No hound from the House of Ribelle could ever be a true Forever Mate to her as I would be. My wolf wanted her and clamored for the ancient, tried-and-true method—bite and claim.

Close

Cristaldo

As Everly lost herself on stage, I clenched my hands into fists, claws digging into my palms. I fought the urge to transform, making the air around me shimmer in alarm. My eyes burned with the desire that would turn them incandescent and expose my wolf. Che diavolo sta succedendo? Never had I been affected like this. An alpha male always in control, was what I prided myself on being.

I couldn’t wait until after the concert, though the group had just begun their set. It had to happen now. My skin rippled visibly with the need. The only way to bring back control was to give in to the wolf. I left the auditorium and took the flight of stairs from the penthouse leading to the rooftop and my favorite toy, a Bell-Boeing 609 Tilt-Rotor straight from the factory in France. I jumped in behind the controls and set a course for our nearest compound in the desert. Ten minutes to freedom.

No sooner had I landed the helic