Request: Omega's Fury: The Tale of the Shadow Sister novel Chapter 32

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After that, Azriel picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.

She looked at him with a mixture of fascination and fear, wondering what he would do next. As if

little sensing her emotions, Azriel leaned over her and whispered soothingly, “You’re safe with me, dove. I promise. Mine to cherish, mine to protect.”

While she was recovering from the mind-blowing release, she replied panicking, “You didn’t use any protection,” while one million scenarios were crossing her mind.

He smiled at her with his usual smirk and replied, “I told you that there is no need, little dove. You are mine.” while his eyes flashed again with his wolf’s, which intimidated her.

Before she could say anything more, he joined her in bed as he reignited her passion and shortly made her scream in pleasure his name.

Her breathing became heavy with each passing moment, and her heart raced as if it was on the

edge of an abyss.

“Oh God, yes, Azriel!” she screamed as she felt him thrusting his length hard and deep inside her. The feeling of him becoming bigger and harder. She moaned loudly as he moved his hips in circles, making her body shiver in pleasure as he entered from new angles every time he pounded her. He moved with a fierce passion that made her feel like she was burning from the inside out.

Every stroke brought her closer to the edge, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and husky. His eyes bored into hers, and she

gaze. could see his wolf lurking in the depths of his

She didn’t respond, only moaned as he thrust deeper and harder into her. She couldn’t get enough of him, her body craving more with each passing moment.

He pulled out for a moment, his c**k slick with her wetness.

He positioned himself at her entrance, and then thrust back inside her in one swift motion that made her gasp. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her.

Azriel’s pace was relentless, his hips pistoning back and forth as he drove into her. She writhed beneath him, already close to another orgasm. He reached down between them, rubbing her clit with his thumb in slow circles that sent her spiraling over the edge.

“Azriel!” she screamed, her body shaking as she came hard around him.

They continued like this the entire night until close to the morning. Elora never felt more alive or

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exhausted in her entire life. She could hear his light snoring next to her as she was nestled on ti chest. Elora explored in fascination his muscular chest, mesmerized by his huge body, but when she reached his collarbone, she felt under her fingers an old healed wound, and she froze in place,

as her brain short-circuited.

With trembling hand and big wide eyes she looked at the wound, the possibility hitting her like a tsunami. What were the odds that her son’s father to have a similar wound in the same place as Azriel? She slid slowly out of bed and entered the washroom as she collapsed on the floor, hyperventilating. Elora realized in horror that her son’s father was Azriel Storm himself. She had the truth all night long in front of her, but she failed to realize it. Asher had the same skin tone, the same dark hair and tall frame. Damn, even the preference for pineapple juice!

“Oh Goddess! What should I do now?” she asked in panic. She realized that now was more at stake than her rogue status. Her son was at risk of being discovered because of her. After a few more moments of taking long breaths and trying to calm down, one thing was for sure: she had to get the hell out of here and leave no trace behind.

She tried to recall where her clothes were, and she recalled that the shoes were in the bedroom, while the dress and undergarments were on the first floor. Gathering her courage, she exited the room slowly and saw that Azriel changed his sleeping position, hugging the pillow this time. She slowly collected her pumps in her hand and made her way slowly towards the first floor. She got dressed quickly with her dress and aside from the walk of shame, she had to vanish and fast. Grabbing her small purse, Lora realized in horror that there was another thing that she hadn’t thought about: she was on the pack’s ground, but she tried to push this outside her brain for now.

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