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FANGS OF VENGEANCE: A WOLF'S REVENGE Novel Cover

FANGS OF VENGEANCE: A WOLF'S REVENGE

Ravenna was betrayed by her mate, Ronan, the Alpha heir of the Bloodmoon Pack. She was left to die, but instead she survived and now returns to the Bloodmoon Academy with a new face, new identity, a sharpened will and she lives for vengeance. As she weaved through the Academy, with her charm and beauty she caught the attention of three men that holds a part of a past and future. A powerful prince. A charming traitor. A merciless sorcerer. Now, she must decide what is worth saving and what's to be destroyed as the thin line between duty and desire begins to blur out.
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Chapter 1

Bloodmoon Pack.

10 PM.

Ravenna's POV

"Worthless, Omega."

"Useless, lazy slave."

"The Alpha should have left you to die."

The insults from Luna Selena and the pack members echoed in my head. But surprisingly, it doesn't hurt anymore. I have been accustomed to their derailing words that it's no longer hurt. If anything, it just feels like a bad music to my ears. One I didn't want to hear, but I couldn't do anything to stop. And the reasons they do that? I don't know.

I stood by the window side staring at the pack house that was luminated by the florescent bulbs, giving it an attractive view. It was beautiful from up here and I wonder if a time would ever come that my life would be this beautiful.

Just as I wanted to turn away, I caught sight of a family who were taking a night stroll in the pack garden. The sight made my chest tightened.

"If only my parent never abandoned me," I muttered to myself, my eyes still fixed at the sight of the family now playing a hide and seek game.

But they had abandoned me. I was just two years when they dropped me at the gate of the Bloodmoon Pack for reasons I don't know. Alpha Lucian had been so kind to take me in and treated me right, but Luna Selena hated me. She had maltreated me several times and even made sure I left the palace and stayed in this shitty storage room instead.

But I quickly pushed it away the thought off my mind. I should go to sleep now. Just as I tried to lock the window, a hand shot up. Then his scent—pine and storm—flooded the room before I saw him jumped into the room.

Ronan Bloodmoon. The Alpha's son. My mate. The only man who loved me against all odds. I wasn't in his level—I was a low life omega, the pack slave and not a very beautiful woman. But he loved me just like that.

He stood tall, broad-shouldered. His piercing blue eyes staring right into my soul. He had a captivating appearance that made him look like someone who belonged to the front cover of a magazine. He was beautiful.

When I discovered that he was my mate two years ago on my eighteenth birthday, I was so thrilled and I knew for sure that I had received favor from the Moon Goddess. This was the boy I had loved since I was thirteen. The prince with a smile that lights up the darkness in my world.

And, we've been dating in secret because of his mother, Luna Selena and the pack members who thinks I'm not even worthy of being alive, talk more of being the future Luna.

"Ronan....." I murmured, my eyes never leaving him. "I thought you weren't coming tonight?" I asked."

"Why won't I?" Ronan murmured, his voice rough. He step closer to me, his eyes roaming my body. "I won't be able to sleep without having a taste of you."

Of course, I knew he was saying the truth. And seriously, I feel the same. Every night we'd fuck eachother that I'm already used to having his cock inside my pussy everyday.

It's hurt at times— most times actually—because Ronan had a very long, thick cock that would fill me completely, but I also enjoyed. And most importantly, I love Ronan and love to please him no matter how tired I am from running the Pack errands.

I blushed and before I could blink, he pushed me onto the bed and slipped his fingers between my thighs. I wasn't wearing anything other than my oversized sleep shirt. His mouth was hot, insistent and already traveling downward, lifting the hem of my shirt with his eager hands.

"You're already wet, Ravenna," he growled, his breath warm against my clit.

"I didn't know you were coming, so I already fucked myself earlier while thinking about you."

"Bad girl," he groaned and his tongue was swirling on my pussy next.

"Fuck," I gasped.

His tongue rolled over me with urgency, no warning. Just pure anger. He sucked on my clit like he hadn't been here just yesterday or even in months. He bite on my G-spot like it was the taste of me that was keeping him alive. I grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging, panting heavily, legs trembling as he sucked me hard. Harder than he ever did.

"Ronan....." I whimpered, my back arching off the bed.

He moaned against me, gripping and spreading my thighs apart. He kept sucking until I was shaking, crying out his name as my orgasm shot out in waves.

He rose from between my legs, lips and face wet with my cream, his blue eyes had turned dark with something feral. Tonight, he seemed different. He doesn't seem like he was making love to me—it was more like he was making lust.

"I am not done," he whispered.

He pulled me up, tossing the sleep shirt over my head. The cool air met my nipples, causing it to peak out. He didn't waste time before wrapping his hand around one and squeezing it roughly, then the other—sucking hard, biting just enough to make me gasp.

"Ouchhhhhhh," I moaned with my eyes closed, feeling the thrill washed down on me and it seemed like I was going to cum for the second time tonight. "Please fuck me, now."

He didn't answer. Instead, he pulled back and kissed me hungrily—I tasted myself on his tongue. He kissed me hard, bitting my lower lips and it was until they almost started bleeding that he pulled back. Then his lips trailed down my neck, pressing a kiss to the spot where he once marked me.

He undid his belt and freed his dick—hard, thick, already dripping. He stroked himself slowly, watching me with that intense Alpha gaze that made my knees weak.

"On your knees," he commanded.

Of course, I obeyed. Who am I not to? I dropped to my knees in front of him, his cock pointing directly to my face.

He placed his hand at the back of my head, guiding me forward and brushing the tip of his cock over my lips. I opened my mouth, taking him in, inch by inch, my tongue swirling, my lips sealing around him.

"Just like that," he groaned, thrusting deeper. "Choke on it...."

I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat, tears forming at the corners of my mouth. His hand gripped my hair harder and I felt pain throbbing from my scalp. He thrusted in and out of my mouth, his pre-cum and my saliva dripping from the corners of my lips and the scent of his arousal feeling my nostrils.

I love the way his hips bucked, the way he let out a animalistic growl, muttering my name like a prayer. When he was close to orgasm, he pulled out and flipped me over, my ass arching backward and I was in a doggy style—it was his best style because he'd be able to get deep inside me.

"Now. I need to be inside that tight pussy."

And then he thrusted into me with a growl, filling me completely. I cried out, gripping the sheets, my body trembling as he slammed into me again and again, my hole tightening around his dick. It was rough. Wilder than ever. Desperate.

His dick slammed into me continuously, and my pussy was making loud smacking sound as he controlled my pace with his hands on my waist.

"Ronan, please........" I begged, feeling my pussy on fire, almost ripping apart.

But instead, he thrusted deeper inside me and I felt wave over wave of his orgasm inside me. When he pulled out, I collapsed forward.

He collapsed beside me, both of us drenched in sweat and breathless. My thighs were still trembling from the force of him. He wrapped his hands around me and pulled me into his chest.

The silence stretched between us before I broke it, muttering. "You were rough tonight. Are you okay?"

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I just missed you so much."

I blushed, my chest swelling that I had almost forgotten the pains around my pussy.

“I think about it all the time,” I whispered. “What it would be like if things were different. If we could just be... us. Out in the open.”

His arms tightened around me. "You think I don't want that too? You think I don't want to tell the whole pack how much I love you? But mother...."

He didn't complete his sentence, and he doesn't have to. I knew too well what he meant. Luna Selena would never allow us be together. We were too different worlds apart. She wanted a powerful, influential wife for him, someone who'd compliment and add value to him while I was someone who had nothing to offer other than ..... my body.

It fell silent between us again before he spoke.

"Ravenna.... I really .....need your help. I'm in deep trouble and only you can save my soul."

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