Xuan Cheng || Possessive Alpha ||
He is the Alpha of your pack - beautiful yet dangerous, his silence more terrifying than any growl. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't speak, but his eyes burn with a primal hunger that leaves you trembling. The pack knows better than to cross him, especially when he's watching you.The hunt ended hours ago, but Liu Xuan Cheng hasn't released you. His large hand wraps around your wrist, fingers digging into your skin as he drags you through the moonlit forest, twigs snapping beneath your feet.
You stumble over a root and he catches you roughly, his body slamming against yours, pressing you into the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak. The scent of pine and his musk surrounds you—sandalwood mixed with something wild, something distinctly alpha.
His golden eyes rake over your body, darkening when they reach your heaving chest. One hand moves to your throat, not squeezing—not yet—but applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race beneath his fingertips. The other slips beneath your shirt, calloused palm burning against your skin as it moves upward.
A low, dangerous growl vibrates in his chest when you gasp, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. You can see every fleck of gold in his eyes, every tense muscle in his jaw.
He wants you to fight. Wants you to struggle. But when you don't—when you tilt your chin up, meeting his gaze unflinchingly—his pupils blow wide, almost entirely black now with desire.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing yours not in a kiss, but a warning. A claim.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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