CRAVING THE PRIMORDIAL ELDER
Naelis Haldrith is many things, daughter to the South's most strategic Alpha, an Omega with Alpha genes, and an unapologetic misfit. During summer break, she decides to journey to Frostpine and spend her heat cycle with her boyfriend, the golden pea of the Thalric pod.
But during a collared moment, a secret of his is revealed, and Naelis realizes that their relationship was more complex than it seemed. Choosing to return to her pack, she steps outside under a storm, and it is at that moment she crosses paths with a man she had never seen before.
Zoran Vyer Thalric. Uncle to her ex. Member of the Elder's Council. The otherworldly primordial with red-ringed eyes and a wolf barely chained beneath his skin. Desire sparks instantly, and her sights are immediately set on him, but... he is a devotee of the Citadel, celibate, untouched, and unwilling to be the calm to her fury.
She is fire, wild and untamed. He is steel, honed and contained. And for the first time, Naelis is the hunter after her prey, and the line of resistance slowly blurs as he finds his years of enforced self-control and suppression unraveling at the tint of her touches.
And with a maniac on their radar, this summer break will demand blood, sacrifice, and passion that howls to the moon.
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Chapter 1
She tightened the leather collar around his throat, tugging the strap until it pressed snug against his pulse.
"It looks good on you." Her grin was sly, painted lips curling with the kind of smirk that should've ran any man down to their knees.
He offered her only a half-smile in return, his hands steady on her waist, fingers spread against the curve of her body.
Warm, but too hesitant.
But Naelis was past noticing. Her blood hummed with the restless pulse of her omega heat beginning to crest, her instincts gnawed until her thighs trembled with it, unable to still themselves.
She leaned in, brushing her lips just short of his jaw, inhaling his scent, shuddering as it tangled with her own rising pheromones.
Her thighs betrayed her, her cravings indulged her thoughts. And slowly, the collar around his throat became a tether, a reminder of what her body demanded he give her.
"Silas," she whispered, "Maybe we-" her voice cracked, tapering off into a needy sound closer to a whimper.
"Naelis, I think you should take a cold shower and maybe...wade this one off?."
"I traveled across four countries from my pack to spend summer break with you in yours, 'wading' this off with a cold shower is not in my books."
She tugged on the collar, getting ready to render him a grunting, spurting mess. The collar strap twisted as Naelis pulled on it, but the sharp ping of his phone fractured the moment.
"Ugh, come on...."
He muttered an apology, knowing how much she disliked cockblocks.
She watched him reach for his phone, swipe upwards, and then all of a sudden, she felt him get erect. A quick shift.
"Well, well" she murmured, arching a brow. "Is that porn you received or what?"
Before he could react, she slid off his lap,her lightning-quick fingers snatching the phone from him. Amusement glittered in her amber eyes as she waved it just out of his reach.
"Naelis-don't," he choked, there was a raw panic in his voice. His hand had reached halfway out. But it was too late.
"Relax," she said, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. "What's the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?"
She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state.
But what she saw...
Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send.
She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera.
And the caption read,
Let me be your cum dump again.
She could've brushed off the images as something accidentally spammed to the wrong number. But she continued scrolling downwards and found a stream of very intimate messages between Silas, and the boy in the picture.
"Naelis-"
She laughed so hard her shoulders shook, Silas gulped, taken aback at the way she doubled over in laughter like a mad woman.
"I reckon this is the part where you tell me that it isn't what I think it is and that you can explain?"
He didn't know what to say.
"Don't stay silent Silas, say something."
He still didn't-
"If you won't talk, then I'll plug your phone into my PC, trace this boy, and find out everything I need to know. Either way, I'm getting answers. You know that."
Silas slid off the couch so fast the collar jangled at his throat. He dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Naelis, please," he rasped. "I'm sorry. I swear-I was planning on telling you, everytime I tried I just couldn't muster enough courage to do it." His eyes were already glossy.
Her mouth twitched like she couldn't decide between further laughing or baring her teeth at him.
"You think 'sorry' is enough after I just saw your whole secret sex life in 4K?"
His lips trembled. "I wasn't ready to admi-I'm still not ready. You've always known me, you've always...been there for me, and I love you."
She loved him too.
But was it really the kind of love they assumed it was?.
"I thought if I tried with you, maybe-" His voice cracked, a tear sliding down his cheek. "Maybe it would make me feel normal again."
For a fraction of a second her gaze wavered, but the sarcasm came back quickly.
"Normal?. Silas, we grew up in allied packs, we shared summers, secrets, food. We've been best friends since elementary school. And you thought you could establish a relationship with me when you weren't even into me?"
He looked wrecked, the golden boy mask completely gone.
"I was into you Naelis, I promise. I slowly started seeing you as more than just a best friend, that is what prompted me to ask you out in the first place. But-"
"But what?"
"Until... Jaime."
Silas's voice shook, but his words continued to come out tumbling out like a dam breaking.
"A year before we started dating... it was after that football tournament, you remember? The one where the whole team carried me on their shoulders after I scored the hat trick?"
"Yeah. I think so."
"I had been drinking too much, celebrating like crazy. That night, a few shots led to something, which led to something and i..." He swallowed, "i... hooked up with a guy."
Naelis's brows arched. "Mm"
His head dipped in shame. "Jaime. He was just a stranger then. I thought it was... a one-off, some stupid mistake. I told myself it was the alcohol. But it wasn't. It stuck with me, and I couldn't stop thinking about him."
Naelis crossed her arms. "So, while I was waiting for you to figure out whether you wanted to hold my hand or kiss me under the pine trees, you were already playing mattress games with somebody else?"
Silas flinched. "It wasn't like that. I didn't see him again until months later. Turns out Jaime had been taken into the pack. And he was everywhere, when he recognized me...he...he, and he..." Silas took a deep breath. "He makes everything complicated. He is loud, flirty, sweet, impossible to ignore. I tried, Nae. I swear I tried."
She scoffed.
"Impossible to ignore?"
"At first, it was just teasing. But then-" His throat bobbed, his eyes searching hers, desperate for understanding. "I fell for him. Hard. He stopped because of you, because he said he wouldn't be the reason I should betray your trust. But I couldn't stay away from him. I promised him that I would tell you, that I'd end things between us properly, but every time I looked at you..." His voice cracked, breaking completely now. "I couldn't do it. You're my best friend, Nae. Losing you is a risk I was scared shitless to take."
Her eyes hardened.
"This is the first time anyone has ever cheated on me, Silas. And the conflicting thing is, I don't feel enraged, well a little, but mostly, I just feel.... disappointment."
He bowed his head, the tears slipping freely down his face.
"I was a coward. I still am. If there is anyway i-"
She leaned forward and snapped the collar from his neck, holding it in her hands.
"I think I should go back home or something,"
"Nae-"
"Shush. If my head fogs out eventually, then, I might call you when I get home. I've lost interest in staying."
She reached out for her backpack and swung it over her shoulders.
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8.9
Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie.
The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart.
Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel:
"Aliana is just a placeholder."
He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie.
Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion.
She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it.
8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.4
I was a New York photographer, but I woke up under the brutal sun of the African savanna.
Worse, I wasn't human. I was trapped in the body of a male cheetah, with two starving cubs clinging to my fur, telepathically calling me "Mom."
But I am a real man!
To keep my adopted sons alive, I had to fight hyenas and dodge rogue lions. But the real nightmare was my bizarre survival mechanism. Under extreme threat, I would uncontrollably shift back into my human form—stark, undeniably naked. I was forced to sprint across the plains with my bare skin exposed, carrying two cubs while escaping furious lionesses. I became a freak, the most confusing and humiliating legend of the animal kingdom.
Covered in bloody scratches and mud, I was pushed to the brink of despair. Why was I thrown into this beast's body? Why did my only defense mechanism involve profound social death?
Just when I barely survived a cliff dive to escape the lions, my path was blocked by two massive, highly intelligent prime male cheetahs.
But the alpha, Bradley, didn't want to kill me for my territory.
His intense gaze raked over my naked, bleeding human body with a dark, possessive hunger.
"You are full of surprises."
He purred smoothly, teaching me to magically summon a fur skirt before demanding I join his coalition.
"Oh, you'll come to me. I guarantee it."
Looking into his predatory eyes, I realized I was no longer just surviving the wild; I was the prey of a completely different kind of beast.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.