ZARAMANNI (BOOK ONE)

As he inspected the thread wrapped around his little finger, he felt his head swell crazily.

The very thing he desperately wished to see when he was crazily smitten by Laura’s beauty was in front of him, shining in the moonlight, making him more confused.

It seemed Lord Elias was in his right mind when he stylishly blasted the Moon Goddess and her mysterious actions.

Surely, it was absolute nonsense that he was meant to be mates with the half-fairy.

It was crazier because Zaramanni was already mated to Beta Zoey who didn’t need the Goddess’s powers to know that Zaramanni was his mate.

To avoid rousing nonsense thoughts, Alpha Darren decided to disregard the unexpected twist.

He was already married to the she-wolf he loved.

The union between him and his Luna might have not been blessed by the heavens, but his strong feelings made him certain that mating with Laura was not a mistake.

Soon, as the King put his hand down and stared ahead at the properly arranged shelves that held thousands of books in a way that seemed magical, he heard Lord Elias walk up to him.

The entrance door opened, and Zoey joined them.

“What should we do about the Overlord?” Lord Elias asked once they were all seated, his brows quirked while he bit into his lower lip.

“We have to cover it up,” King Darren said. “We must keep this misfortune a secret until we resolve the mystery around the Overlord’s poisoning.”

“If we keep it a secret, we will need to get rid of the men that came with the Overlord,” Zoey offered, his face hardened.

“If we have to kill them, we must. No one in Skullis must hear about this. If they do, they will start a war, and that will be terrible. Zenrada has barely healed from the earlier attack.” Lord Elias brought a pause to his eager words and sat back, his long fingers playing with each other. “Should we gather them in a room and poison them? I can gather some of the Guardian wolves and have them provide toxic gases that will kill the vampires without much noise.”

“Hmm…” King Darren sighed. The route they were taking was necessary but he could not help but think things might go wrong. “I guess we should do that. Lord Elias?’

The man dipped his head slightly. “Your Majesty?”

“Please keep your investigation low-key and rapid. That way, we can have more control over things. Beta Zoey, please take care of the men who discovered and helped clean the Overlord’s body. His death must be kept a tight secret.”

“I will, Alpha Darren. I also have a request to ask of you.”

“Go on,” King Darren replied and within him, he could almost guess that his request would concern Zaramanni.

“Please, stay away from Zaramanni. Because of you, she ended up sharing a deadly connection with you. Don’t put her in further danger or else I won’t take it easy on you.” The Beta’s dangerous words were punctuated by his swift movement as he got off his seat. The anger he exuded followed him to the exit, and the remaining duo could feel its lingering effects.

Lord Elias scoffed when the door slammed shut. “I knew he would be like this. Now I regret telling him the truth.”

King Darren felt tired instantly. Calmly, he asked, “Things will get hard for Zaramanni, won’t they?”

“As long as we keep an eye on her and stay true to protecting her, she will be fine.” Leaping to his feet, Lord Elias huffed quite loudly. “I need to make sure she takes her classes seriously. We have barely done anything so far.”

King Darren had no response to give. He just wanted to sleep.

So, when he also got up, he decided to leave The Crown-Blood Manor and go back to the palace.

He needed the warm embrace of his Luna.

~

Zaramanni had slept for almost a day.

When she woke up, it was already nighttime, and the assuring presence of the moon told her that she was still in Zenrada.

Walking out of her bed, she noticed that Clarissa was not in the room.

Zara did not bother to check if the woman was around. All she did was take a detour to the bathroom, ease herself, wash her face and stare at her image in the mirror for a long time.

Zara noticed that she looked different. Perhaps it was the darker shade of her hair which she had never seen before. Or, it could also be the slight twinkle in her blue eyes.

Whichever it was, Zara was just glad she was alive and healthy.

So, after she inspected her black-coloured nightgown which was a bit transparent, she walked out of her room and headed for the garden with hopes that she would finally get to explain things to Zoey.

But as she walked Zaramanni felt tingles in her feet, unlike the chilliness the floor usually gave. The paces that led her to the garden were delightful in a way Zara could not explain.

In addition, as she stepped onto the short grass of the garden that still looked surreal like it came out of a colourful painting, the moon’s light fell on her and for a second, her skin shimmered with blue light.

And, Zaramanni felt more alive than she had ever been.

Unsure of what to term the things she was feeling, Zara approached the riverside which proudly reflected the brightness and roundness of the moon. With excitement pinching her face, she stared at her image on the pool’s surface, and a light gasp followed.

In the reflection, her neck to shoulder wore interwoven cursive markings that shined. Her hair looked wild and it floated until it touched the moon’s reflection. And… her eyes… they were just indescribable, especially with the weird, white markings around them.

As the faint croaks from the surrounding forest created delightful sounds, Zara took her hands to her face, hardly believing what she was seeing.

The more Zaramanni stared at her reflection, the more it seemed like she was staring at a part of herself she was yet to know about.

“Zaramanni,” Zoey’s voice dragged her out of the scene she was sharing with the river.

“Zoey, the…” After she faced the he-wolf, she excitedly turned to the river. The image she saw earlier was nowhere to be found. She had hoped to show Zoey the insane view to make sure that she wasn’t imagining it.

“Zaramanni,” Zoey called her again, and when she turned to face him, she almost lost her footing as his lips firmly landed on hers. One of his masculine hands held her by the waist to ensure balance was restored to her feet.

Zoey didn’t pause what he was doing. Hungrily and quite roughly, his lips captured hers. Hotly, his tongue trailed the insides of her mouth. Intensely, his teeth grounded into the flesh of her lips. His kiss was unlike the ones they had shared before.

Even his hold was different. As he kissed her crazily, his hand on her waist pulled her closer and closer to his body as though he wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t suddenly disappear.

When Zoey sensually bit into her lower lip once more, Zaramanni managed to break free from his sudden acts.

“Zoey!” she hollered as her chest heaved heavily. “Why are you-?”

The deathly gaze in his eyes made her halt her question. He peered into her soul as his hands remained restless. “No one else can have you, Zaramanni.” His voice was needy, angry, and low. His tongue kept licking his lower lip at intervals and his restlessness grew.

“Zoey,” Zara was unsure what to term his reaction, but she knew it had to do with the unexpected twist with King Darren, “no one else can have me, I am all yours.”

Zoey must have seen the double side to her Red Thread, Zara thought as she watched the man’s eyes narrow.

A distant loud noise ruined the pregnant silence between them. Zoey quickly cupped her butt cheek, and said, “Then, let me make you mine.”

Zara felt her brows twitch as he pressed into the skin of her buttock gently. While she wondered why she loved the feeling that came with that action, Zoey said, “No one else can have you, Zaramanni. No one else.”

Gently, his anger subdued, he swept his fingers through her hair, and when he reached the end of its length, his other hand grabbed her right boob.

“Zoey!” Zara almost let a giggle ruin her startled state.

“Shh.” His breath caressed her forehead as he planted a kiss there. “You’ll love this. I’ll make sure you enjoy my touch,” he said, his whispering voice making Zara feel more tranquility within her being.

Soon, his hold on her breast retired and the night was filled with ripping sounds. Like always, he had torn her nightwear, leaving her nakedness out there for all to see.

Zara roamed her eyes through their surroundings, afraid that someone might be passing but she realized that she loved it.

Being outside in such a state…

The mere thought of being tangled erotically with Zoey in such an open place made her feel tingles in her body. And she loved the image that thought conjured in her head.

Surprisingly, Zoey tore his shirt with impatience. He would have done the same for his trousers, but Zara stopped him.

Her nipples felt hard as she got on her knees. She helped Zoey get rid of his trousers, and soon his semi-erect dick was staring her in the face.

Then, Zaramanni looked up at Zoey from her position.

The disheveled look in his eyes made her more excited. As he grabbed a handful of her hair, she manageably wrapped her hands around his shaft which twitched for a second thanks to her touch.

Then, Zoey said, “Suck me.”

Her lips pried apart, and her tongue began to swirl over his tip, teasing him first.

“Oh, yes…” he groaned and squeezed her hair a bit. “Suck me, Zaramanni.”

After she circled her hands over his thickness which was now barely limp, she took the tip of his dick into the hollowness of her mouth. It was really odd. His manhood felt hotter as it stilled against the roof of her mouth.

Then, Zara pulled her lips away, giving him a delightful and slow kiss.

“I said,” Zoey guided a great deal of his thickness into her mouth again, “suck me,” he demanded, and he began to buck his hips toward her, causing his cock to move in and out of her mouth in a patterned manner.

He wished for her to go faster, and she did. As his dick went deeper, she took him, her hands caressing his skin until she felt him shiver with pleasure. Her lips dripped with the mix of pre-released cum and her saliva, and she looked like a different person in that scenario.

Zoey soon pulled his growing erection out of her mouth which grew hungrier for the warmth and saltiness of his dick. But, Zoey had intentions of his own.

Intentions that would please the growing need in her pussy.

“Turn,” he commanded, and she did as he said without asking a question. “Place your hands on the ground.”

“Zoey!” Zara screamed when he knelt behind her and rammed his dick into her vagina in one go. It felt different. Unlike before when he was slow and patient, this time, he was determined to penetrate her deeply.

He pulled out of her and repeated the same action. And, again. And, again.

And, each time, Zara cried, pleading about heaven knows what.

All she knew was that her body felt hot. Too hot.

His penetration was unexpected, and it brought a sensation she had never felt before.

Soon, Zoey’s speed increased. Balls deep, he went into her hole, hitting places that made Zara scream into the night. Zoey was not left behind as he grunted loudly and made his fingers dig into the softness of her buttocks while he shared the insane sensitivity of that moment.

“No, no,” Zara murmured. “No, Zoey, don’t,” she begged him not to play with her nipples but when he did, she felt herself lose the little sense she had. More balls of sweat formed on her forehead and the sensual moment persisted.

“Yes, Zaramanni. Feel my touch,” he said with a haunting voice as he pinched her taut nipples. “Scream my name.”

“Hmm…” she hummed as he rammed into her faster and faster, their fluid mixing and creating more sensation between their joined groins.

“I said,” his hand slapped the side of her butt in a way that made her pussy tingle with delight, “scream my name.”

He grabbed her waist and slid into her hole even faster, his balls hitting her skin in a way that made her more sensitive, his cock pushing the insides of her womb.

“Zoey!” she finally screamed his name when his hand sneaked its way to her clit and made her mind go blank. Her moans turned into something else, her face wore a look that she didn’t wish to see lest she would think she was someone else.

“Yes, scream my name. I am your only mate. No one else is… ugh! Fuck, you are too tight,” Zoey groaned and he pulled out of her.

Zara, who was panting hard with her entire body dripping with sweat and her crotch smelling of sex, was sacred that he was done. She had felt many bursts of pleasure but she was yet to be satisfied. Zoey seemed to have read her mind because he slid into her wet hole again.

But this time, he took her hands off the ground and made her sit upright, shifting his dick inside her in the most pleasurable way. Their increased skin contact enveloped Zara in a way that made her head turn.

As Zoey helped her move her body sensually in a way that made her feel crazier, Zara realized how nonsensical the words that had been coming out of her mouth were.

Zoey’s dick hit her walls repeatedly, and she felt her juices trickle out of her and down his shaft. And, as fluids met fluids, Zara squeezed her walls around Zoey’s shaft who groaned loudly whenever she clenched him.

Suddenly, something huge approached and her body shivered in a ferocious way. Her eyes landed on the moon and a deep nibble landed on her shoulder blade.

As Zoey held her naked, sweaty body and released all of his hot cum inside her, he bit into her skin.

Zara had no idea why she tilted her head, but she did and she gave him more access.

Then, Zoey who was jerking as much as she was, cupped her breasts, and his hoarse voice muttered the word, “Mate.”