NARRATORValeria glanced around nervously as they walked through the passage.She trusted her daughter, but the negative energy in the mist surrounding them made her hair stand on end.Aldric squeezed her hand, sensing her unease, and quickened their pace. The end of this tunnel seemed close.Valeria imagined they might emerge at the battlefield, near the ruins of the Selenian gate.Though everything had been left in shambles after the explosion that destroyed the seal completely, there shouldn't be anything left… right?She heard Sigrid’s sharp gasp of astonishment ahead of them.A bright light flooded their eyes, and her long lashes fluttered as she struggled to believe what she was seeing.They had emerged onto an open plain. Right now, they stood atop a hill covered in soft green grass, swaying wildflowers dancing with the wind.Where was this place? And more importantly… who were all those armed people waiting for them?Aldric tensed. Was this an ambush after all?His gaze locked

NARRATORDressed in a stunning cream-colored gown that flowed to the floor, embroidered with roses in tulle and satin, she looked breathtaking—radiant.Silas walked down the carpeted aisle, guided by Valeria, but he was utterly spellbound by those gray eyes, bright as stars, her soft skin, that smile that warmed his very soul.Gods, how he loved this woman.He had missed her so much that he couldn't fathom how he had survived all those years without her—without losing his mind completely.His brain had erased her, shielding him from insanity, just so he could survive until this very day."Now you have to ask her father for her hand," Valeria’s voice pulled him from his daze.Looking at the massive redhead standing beside his Selenia, he recognized those same gray eyes— at least in color.But that permanent scowl? That was something else entirely."King Lycan, I—only Silas, just an Elemental—ask for the hand of your daughter, Selenia, Sigrid Von Carstein. I wish to be her protector, he

SILASI took a step forward, then another, hesitant—would she like this illusion I had created from my dark magic?"Love, is that you?" Her beautiful eyes looked at me, doubtful, standing in the middle of the clearing, bathed in silver light.Her magic reached out to me, probing, testing me. I began to move toward her.The pads of my massive paws pressed against the fallen leaves and soft grass. I felt a little ridiculous, but for her, I would do anything."It’s me," I told her in her mind."Silas, you turned into a wolf!"She leaned over my massive form, her hands burying themselves in the mist-like fur I had conjured.I lifted my head, mesmerized by her smile, contagious and radiant, as she stroked me with joy and wonder.It had been worth the effort, practicing until I mastered this form."I can create a wolf with magic too!" she said, her eyes sparkling."But… I don’t know how to transform my clothes properly like you do… mmm, wait a moment!"She darted behind a tree. I heard the

SILASThe tiny pink slit parted slightly, dripping intoxicating honey that had me salivating.The plump petals on the sides and her swollen, hard clit showed just how aroused she was.The pads of my index and middle fingers stroked lustfully along the entire opening, gathering her fluids, watching her like a pervert.My cock throbbed, trembling with the rigid clench of all my muscles.“Mmmm…” A heated moan slipped from her lips as I started touching her virginal flower.Up and down, without slipping into the tight entrance, just teasing her.I circled her clit and pinched it lightly between my fingers, rolling it in slow circles.“Silas…” She writhed in pleasure, calling my name. My eyes locked onto hers, glazed, damp with desire.Fuck, fuck, fuck…I leaned over her and kissed her deeply, passionately, desperately.My fingers explored and traced the soft folds of her pussy.My mouth traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of fevered kisses.My middle finger pressed in slowly, little b

SIGRIDI start to feel anxious because he’s completely shutting me out.But our magic is one—it’s like the mate bond in werewolves or the blood connection in vampires.We are mates, and right now, the only thing I feel coming from him is insecurity and… fear?“Silas?” I try to lift my head, but he clings to my body even tighter. We are both sitting on the bed.“Love, what’s wrong?” I ask, worried.I feel his tension, his resistance. He’s suddenly terrified, his heartbeat erratic. It’s making me nervous.Just as I’m about to open my mouth again, placing my hand on his chest to push him away, he finally speaks in a guttural voice:“I can’t,” he whispers, his voice trembling.The turbulent storm of his magic is on the verge of spiraling out of control.“What?” I whisper, stunned.“I can’t, Sigrid… I… I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d leave me… Don’t walk away from me, please, don’t leave my life. I can’t bear it without you. I’m so selfish I kept quiet just to keep you by my s