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This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.
Valko stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his executive office, the glittering skyline of Linkon City sprawling beneath him in a sea of lights. On any other night, the view would have been enough to clear his head.
Tonight, it did nothing.
Reports lay scattered across his desk, untouched. Words and numbers blurred together into meaningless lines as he forced his eyes over them, hoping work would distract him from the growing unease beneath his skin.
It didn’t.
His reflection stared back at him in the darkened glass. Gone was the immaculate image the public knew so well. His tie hung loose around his neck, having been tugged at one too many times. The top buttons of his dress shirt had long since been undone. His hair, usually styled with effortless precision, was hopelessly disheveled from repeatedly running a hand through it.
He looked nothing like the youngest CEO in EonCore’s history. Nothing like the visionary credited with revolutionizing Linkon City’s technological infrastructure. Nothing like the ruthless businessman the media loved to criticize.
To the rest of the world, Valko was a self-made genius.
A normal man.
Only a handful of people knew the truth.
His pack.
And his doctor.
He’d been warned countless times.
Even now, his grandma’s voice echoed in the back of his mind, as clear as it had been during their last consultation three weeks ago.
“Valko, you can’t keep suppressing it like this. Werewolf alphas aren’t built to be alone. Your rut needs an outlet—company, companionship, a knotting partner. If you continue forcing it down, the buildup will become uncontrollable. One day the full moon will hit and you’ll—”
“I know,” Valko had cut her off, voice flat. The metal bands digging into the thick muscle of his biceps itched beneath his sleeves. The suppressor cuffs had been custom-forged using his own Evol—dense enough to weaken him and dull his heightened instincts. They’d worked. Before. Now they did little more than leave angry welts against his skin.
He ignored the warnings.
He always did.
It wasn’t for lack of trying.
His pack had introduced him to others over the years, hoping companionship might ease the burden he carried. Each time, he gave it an honest chance. Each time, something felt... wrong.
Their scents were cloying, too sweet, almost artificial—like cheap perfume layered over something that should have been natural. They made his lip curl instead of his cock harden. Their touches felt wrong against his skin, their bodies too willing, too practiced. They submitted beautifully, of course. They were raised to serve alphas like him. But every time he tried, something deep in his chest recoiled.
It wasn’t like he believed in that fated mate nonsense. He dismissed them all as comforting myths told to young wolves. Valko wasn’t some romantic fool waiting for the moon to deliver his perfect match. He had tried, multiple times, to do what was expected of him. He had taken willing omegas into his private suite, let them kneel for him, let their hands and mouths work to coax his rut forward.
But every single time, halfway through, disgust would coil in his gut like poison. The scent would turn sour in his nose. Their soft, needy sounds grated instead of aroused. His cock would soften, his instincts would shut down, and he’d send them away with gifts and apologies he didn’t really mean.
He couldn’t proceed. Not with them. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he always walked away with the same hollow certainty.
This wasn’t it.
Whoever—or whatever—his instincts were searching for…
He hadn’t found it.
So he kept suppressing.
He kept wearing the heavy metal bands. He kept swallowing the suppressants that burned his throat. He kept pretending he was just a man.
Until tonight.
Tonight the moon hung fat and silver in the sky, its pale light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he paced the length of the office. Restlessness clawed under his skin, hotter and heavier than it had ever been. The bands felt tighter, burning against his arms like brands, the metal groaning softly as his muscles flexed involuntarily. Sweat beaded at his temples. His heartbeat became uneven. His cock was already half-hard in his slacks, aching, leaking. Every breath felt too shallow.
Valko closed his eyes. Not now. Not like this.
He gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles whitening, wood creaking underneath his fingers. Papers scattered. A glass shattered somewhere. The beast inside him—the one he had chained for years—thrashed harder.
Just one more night, he told himself. Control it. Bury it.
But the moon was calling. Blood roared in his ears. His vision sharpened, pupils dilating. “This isn’t… how it’s supposed to go,” he snarled through gritted teeth, voice already distorting.
Flashes came without warning.
The first bone-deep crack in his spine. He doubled over, fangs lengthening in his mouth, splitting his lip. Blood, hot and metallic, coated his tongue.
“Fuck—!”
Another brutal snap—his shoulders broadening, ripping the seams of his shirt. The suppressor bands cracked violently as his biceps swelled to inhuman size, metal shards clattering across the marble floor.
The change accelerated.
Pain and power flooded him in equal measure. Fur rippled across his skin. His bones cracked and reformed as he grew larger, taller, monstrous. His face pushed forward into a powerful snout, golden eyes glowing feral in the reflection. Claws sprouted from his fingertips and shredded through his shoes. His height shot up, muscles layering on top of muscles until he was no longer a man but a towering beast. The remnants of his tailored suit hung in tatters from his furred frame before he ripped them away entirely.
A roar tore from his throat, shaking the windows.
The city lights blurred. The scent of the night air called to him through the cracked balcony doors—concrete, exhaust, fear, and underneath it all, thousands of fragile lives that suddenly smelled like prey.
Valko, the beast, dropped to all fours, claws gouging deep furrows into the floor. His mind fractured between the man and the monster that had finally broken free.
Run.
Hunt.
Claim.
The last coherent thought slipped away as the giant werewolf burst through the window, glass exploding outward in a glittering shower, leaping into the night. The night swallowed him as he landed on the street below, concrete cracking beneath his massive paws. Horns blared. Screams rose. He didn’t care.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
But the full moon burned overhead, and the beast was finally, gloriously free.
This is how it’s supposed to happen:
You clocked out early for once. The mission logs had been mercifully quiet all day, so you slipped out of HQ before anyone could rope you into overtime paperwork. Back in your apartment, you took your time—long, scalding shower, the good skincare routine you always swore you’d stick to, a simple but delicious dinner simmering on the stove. A chilled bottle of rosé waited on the counter, and the latest hyped romcom drama was already queued up on your screen. You sat on the floor. You had the lights dimmed low, city lights glittering through the tall windows of your apartment. AC on. Blanket ready. Chopsticks in hand.
This was how it was supposed to go. A quiet night. A soft reset. Just you, good food, and cheesy romance on the screen.
Your hunter’s watch buzzed violently against your wrist.
“High-risk unidentified beast sighted in the central district. Massive size. Extreme destructive power. All available hunters report to HQ immediately. This is not a drill. Code: Crimson.”
You froze, chopsticks halfway to your mouth. The watch screen flashed red, the alert repeating with increasing urgency. For a second you just stared at it, the scent of your dinner suddenly turning sour in the air.
“…Shit.”
You were dressed and out the door in under five minutes. The food sat untouched on the coffee table. The drama’s opening credits were still playing to an empty couch.
By the time you reached HQ, the parking area was already chaos. Hunters from multiple teams were gearing up under harsh floodlights. You spotted familiar faces—members from Beta, and Delta squads—checking ammo and Evol stabilizers. This wasn’t a normal mission. When they pulled hunters from different teams like this, it meant things were bad. Really bad.
You weaved through the crowd and immediately spotted them near the weapons cache: Tara chatting rapidly with Nero while Jenna stood with her arms crossed, issuing clipped orders to a couple of hunters.
“Tara! Nero!” you called out, jogging over. They turned at the sound of your voice.
Tara’s face lit up with relief. “Oh thank god you’re here! I was just saying we needed more people who actually know how to handle pressure.”
“What is going on?” you asked, slightly out of breath as you reached them. “I was already home then this Crimson alert dropped. They only use that for Wanderers that can level buildings. Is it really that bad?”
Nero pushed his glasses up, looking more frazzled than usual. “Worse. Initial reports say it came out of nowhere in the financial district. Tore through the EonCore Tech towers like they were made of paper. Security cams caught a glimpse before it went dark—some kind of massive quadruped. Not a standard Wanderer signature. No metaflux match in the database. It’s heading toward the eastern forest reserve now, like it’s looking for somewhere to… I don’t know, regroup or something.”
Jenna stepped closer, her voice low and steady but laced with tension. “We’re treating it as an unidentified high-risk beast. Size estimates are off the charts. It shrugged off early suppression fire from the first response team like it was nothing. That’s why they’re calling in everyone—Alpha, Beta, even some of the reserves. I’m leading the Unicorn Alpha squad on point. You’re with us tonight.”
Tara nodded, already checking the charge on her weapon. “The beast is strong as hell and fast for something that big. Some witnesses said it looked… almost wolf-like? But way bigger. Like, nightmare fuel. The financial district is a mess—crushed cars, broken glass everywhere. EonCore’s building even took some collateral damage. Mr. Bigshot CEO is probably losing his mind right now.”
You felt a chill run down your spine. “Any casualties?”
“Not yet,” Jenna answered, checking her watch. “But if we don’t contain it before it reaches deeper into the forest or doubles back into the city, that’ll change fast. Priority is tranqs and containment fields. Lethal force only as last resort. Understood?”
You swallowed hard and nodded. “Understood.”
Nero gave you a quick, sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Hey, at least we’ve got you. You always manage to pull off the impossible. Let’s just… not die tonight, yeah?”
Tara grinned, trying to lighten the mood even as the tension crackled around them. “Exactly. After this we’re dragging you back to that romcom you’re missing. My treat. Wine included.”
Jenna’s voice cut through the brief moment of levity. “Enough chatter. Load up. We roll out in two minutes. Stay sharp, people. This one feels wrong.”
You gave them a tight nod, heart already hammering as you adjusted your tranq launcher. The cozy night you had planned felt like it belonged to another lifetime.
You climbed into one of the reinforced vehicles with the rest of your assigned squad. The engine roared to life, and the convoy peeled out toward the forest outskirts. Through the window, you watched the city lights streak past, the distant glow of emergency sirens painting the skyline in warning reds and blues.
The drive was fast. Too fast. Less than twenty minutes later, the convoy came to an abrupt stop at the forest’s edge. The full moon hung high above the dense canopy, casting the woods in an eerie silver glow. Towering pines swallowed the light whole, leaving only fractured beams to seep through the branches.
One by one, Hunters spilled out from each vehicle, rifles already at the ready. Flashlights swept across the forest, carving through the moonlit forest.
The moment your boots met the forest floor, a strange heaviness settled over the air. It carried the sharp tang of metal and something unmistakably wild, enough to make the fine hairs along your arms stand on end.
Jenna scanned the tree line before raising a hand.
“Spread out in formation,” she ordered. “Stay alert.”
Her gaze swept across the shadows.
“It’s close.”
You moved with the team, boots crunching over leaves. Every instinct in your body was screaming that whatever was out here was far more dangerous than any Wanderer you’d ever faced.
A low, guttural growl vibrated through the ground. The trees ahead swayed violently before one cracked with a deafening snap. Then branches snapped in rapid succession. Something massive was forcing its way through the woods.
Heavy footsteps thundered closer.
And closer.
It was heading straight for your position.
The squad tensed. Someone whispered, “Contact.”
Your grip tightened on your weapon. The tranq launcher felt suddenly, laughably small in your hands. But you raised your launcher, finger hovering near the trigger, eyes straining through the darkness.
And that’s when you saw it.
A towering silhouette bursting through the trees. Reddish-brown fur gleaming under moonlight. Golden eyes burning like molten metal. It was no ordinary beast.
It was a monster.
For one frozen heartbeat, no one moved. The giant werewolf towered over the clearing, easily five times the height of the tallest hunter. Its glowing golden eyes locked onto your group with terrifying focus. Its chest heaved, muscles rippling under thick fur, claws like curved blades digging deep into the earth.
“Open fire!” Jenna’s voice cracked through the comms like a whip. “Tranqs first—now!”
The forest erupted into chaos.
You squeezed the trigger of your launcher, the recoil slamming into your shoulder as a high-powered tranquilizer dart shot forward. All around you, the squads unleashed a barrage—dart after dart, some hunters switching to live rounds when the first volley seemed to do nothing. The air filled with the sharp cracks of gunfire and the hiss of tranq canisters.
The beast barely slowed.
Metallic plates shimmered into existence across its body—armor forming from thin air, sleek and liquid-like, flowing over its chest, shoulders, and limbs. Your darts pinged harmlessly off the reinforced plating, bouncing away into the underbrush. Bullets ricocheted with bright sparks, leaving only faint scratches on the evolving metal.
“What the—? It’s adapting!” Nero shouted, voice tight with disbelief. “That’s not normal—!”
The werewolf’s lips pulled back in a vicious snarl, revealing deadly fangs. Its golden eyes swept across the hunters… and then locked directly onto you.
Your stomach dropped.
Even from this distance, you felt it—like a physical weight pressing against your chest. The beast’s gaze burned, nostrils flaring as it inhaled deeply. A guttural growl rumbled from its massive chest, so deep it vibrated through the ground beneath your boots.
It took one thunderous step forward. Then another.
Straight toward you.
“Move!” Tara screamed your name, grabbing your arm and yanking you backward. “It’s targeting you—get behind us!”
Jenna was already barking orders. “Protective formation! Nero, containment field! Now! Everyone else, suppress it!”
Hunters surged forward, trying to create a wall between you and the monster. Tara and two others from Beta squad physically dragged you back toward the treeline, their grips bruising on your arms. You stumbled, heart hammering wildly in your throat, legs feeling like lead.
But the beast snarled.
The sound was pure rage—raw, unhinged, and terrifying. The metallic armor on its body flared brighter as it charged.
It moved faster than anything that size had any right to.
One massive arm swept out, catching three hunters mid-air and hurling them like ragdolls into the trees. Wood splintered. Bodies hit the ground hard. Jenna tried to activate her Evol for a binding shot, but the werewolf was already on top of the group protecting you. It roared again, the sound shaking leaves from the branches, and slammed its fist into the ground. The shockwave knocked others and Nero off his feet, his containment device shattering.
Tara screamed your name as the beast’s claws swiped near her. She shoved you harder. “Run! Go—!”
The werewolf lost it completely.
It grabbed the nearest hunter by the tactical vest and threw him twenty meters into the darkness. Another tried to fire point-blank—only for the beast to backhand him so hard you heard something crack. One by one, they fell. Not dead, you prayed, but unconscious, groaning, or thrown clear of the fight.
Tara was the last one still holding onto you. “Run—!”
A huge clawed hand closed around her waist, not crushing, but firm enough to lift her off the ground. She yelped as the beast tossed her aside with surprising care compared to the others—far enough to be out of the way, but not hard enough to kill. She hit the soft underbrush with a pained grunt and went still.
You were alone.
The giant werewolf turned fully toward you now. Up close, it was overwhelming—heat rolling off its body in waves, the thick spicy scent mixed with something darker, muskier, purely alpha. Its golden eyes bored into yours, pupils blown wide. The metal plates on its body rippled and receded slightly, as if it didn’t need them anymore. Not against you.
You took a shaky step back. “Don’t… don’t come clo—”
A violent wave of heat suddenly crashed through your body without warning you doubled over. Your skin flushed hot, core clenching painfully as slick flooded between your thighs. Your knees buckled. A broken whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.
What’s happening?
The beast’s nostrils flared again. It could smell it. It knew.
A deep, guttural sound—almost a purr beneath the growl—vibrated from its chest as it dropped to all fours and stalked closer, massive head lowering until its snout was level with your face. Hot breath washed over you, carrying that same overwhelming pheromone storm.
You turned and ran.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.
But the monster was chasing you now, and every instinct in your burning body told you there was no escaping what came next.
You ran.
And ran.
And ran.
The forest blurred into streaks of green and shadow as your boots slammed against the uneven ground. Leaves and branches whipped at your face and arms, but you didn’t dare slow down. Behind you, the earth trembled with every powerful bound the beast took. Each thunderous footfall grew closer, shaking leaves from the trees and sending your heart slamming against your ribs.
This isn’t supposed to happen.
Your legs burned as you sprinted through the moonlit forest, roots and branches clawing at your boots. The forced heat raging through your body made everything worse—your thighs were slick, your core throbbed with an empty, aching need, and every ragged breath came out as a broken whimper. Behind you, the ground shook with a terrifying rhythm. Heavy paws. Massive strides closing the distance far too fast.
The beast was fast.
Much faster.
You didn’t get far.
A deafening roar split the air right above you. The beast leaped.
You screamed.
Its massive body crashed down over yours, knocking you flat onto the forest floor. The impact drove the air from your lungs. Soft moss and dirt cushioned the fall, but nothing could protect you from the overwhelming weight and heat of the giant werewolf pinning you down.
“Ahh—! No! Help—someone help me—!” Your voice cracked into a high-pitched squeal as you thrashed wildly beneath it. “Tara! Jenna—! Anyone—!”
It was so fucking big. Its huge clawed hands slammed down on either side of your head, caging you completely. One massive paw pressed against your chest, not crushing you but holding you firmly in place while its other hand gripped your hip. Its reddish-brown fur brushed against your skin where your shirt had ridden up, burning hot and smelling of earth and musk.
You screamed again, kicking and twisting. “Get off—! Please—this isn’t—ahhn—!”
The beast growled low and deep, the sound vibrating straight into your bones. It lowered its massive snout, hot breath fanning over your neck and chest as it inhaled greedily. Its golden eyes were blown wide, pupils slitted with pure feral hunger. Then it moved lower, snout dragging down your torso as it inhaled greedily.
Its powerful shoulders wedged between your thighs, forcing them apart. You squealed louder, desperately trying to clamp your legs shut, but it was impossibly strong. With a rough, hungry growl, it pushed your thighs wider, its huge head dipping down between them. The sheer size difference made you feel impossibly small—your short legs spread obscenely wide around its massive head, barely able to drape over its broad shoulders.
The werewolf rumbled in pure satisfaction. It buried his snout directly against your clothed pussy, nose pressing hard through the fabric. It inhaled deeply, loud and animalistic, like it was trying to drown himself in your scent. A guttural groan vibrated against you, which sent another helpless whimper spilling from your lips.
“No—no no no—hnnngh—!” You cried out, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks as another brutal wave of heat slammed into you. Fresh slick gushed between your thighs, soaking through your tactical pants completely. Your body was betraying you, responding to his overwhelming pheromones like it had been made for this.
The werewolf froze for a moment, golden eyes locked onto the drenched crotch of your pants with raw fascination. The dark, wet patch had spread obscenely, fabric clinging transparently to your swollen folds. It stared at it, nostrils flaring, chest heaving. A desperate, broken whimper escaped its throat—a sound far too needy for something so monstrous.
Then it started humping the ground like a desperate animal. Its massive hips rolled and thrust against the dirt and moss, grinding its leaking cock against the earth as it panted and whined, completely fixated on your scent and soaked pussy.
It buried its snout directly against the soaked fabric, inhaling deeply, loudly, over and over like it was trying to consume your scent. Its hot nose traced the seam of your pants roughly, nudging and pressing hard against your swollen clit before sliding lower to your dripping entrance. It huffed and licked a broad, wet stripe over the fabric, tasting the slick that had already soaked through. Then it did it again, and again—teasing, smelling, rubbing its snout harder like it wanted to push the cloth inside you, all while its hips kept rutting pathetically against the forest floor.
You wailed, back arching off the ground, small hands flying up to push at its massive head. Your fingers sank desperately into the thick fur. “Ahhn—! Stop—it’s too much—hah—hmpph—! Please—!”
It didn’t stop. Instead, it growled possessively and tore at the front of your pants with one clawed finger, ripping a huge hole straight through the reinforced fabric and your panties in one brutal motion. Cool night air hit your soaked, exposed pussy. The beast immediately pressed its snout right against your bare folds. It whimpered again, the broken sound vibrating right against your soaked core. Its massive hips kept rutting desperately against the forest floor, grinding its leaking cock into the dirt and moss like a pathetic, needy animal while its snout stayed buried between your thighs—pressing harder and nudging messily at your soaked entrance.
You wailed, back arching violently off the mossy ground. “Ahhn—! Stop—it’s too much—hah—hmpph—! Please—!”
But your body wasn’t listening. The forced heat had you dripping, clit throbbing under every rough nudge of his hot nose, pussy clenching around nothing as wave after wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through you. Your small hands stayed tangled in its thick brown fur, no longer pushing—just gripping, tugging helplessly as your hips twitched involuntarily against its snout.
It licked and smelled and teased without mercy, nose pressing and circling your hole, tongue dragging broad and wet over your swollen folds through the torn fabric. Every desperate whimper from it sent fresh slick gushing out, driving it even crazier.
You were so lost in it—moaning loud and shameless, tears streaming down your face, body burning—that you barely registered the change at first.
Bones cracked. Muscles shifted and reformed under your fingers. The massive head between your thighs shrank to normal size. Fur receded in patches along his shoulders and back, revealing pale, heavily muscled skin. Tall, twitching wolf ears rose from messy reddish-brown hair. A long, fluffy tail swayed behind him. His snout shortened into something closer to a human nose with sharp fangs still visible.
And suddenly, it wasn’t just a beast between your thighs anymore.
It was him.
Valko. The youngest, richest, most famous CEO in Linkon City. The man whose face was plastered on every tech billboard and financial news screen. EonCore’s golden boy.
Your mind snapped back to clarity for one terrifying second.
You screamed.
“What the—?! Valko?! What the fuck—?!” You screamed, panic flooding your veins. “Let go of me! Let me go right now—!”
You thrashed wildly, trying to push his head away, kicking at his broad shoulders with your short legs, punching desperately at his head and arms. “Get off! You—you monster! Don’t touch me!”
Valko snarled, golden eyes glowing with feral need. In one fluid motion, he surged up your body, grabbing both your wrists in one massive hand and slamming them down above your head, pinning them easily into the soft ground. His huge body caged you completely, the heavy weight of him pressing you deeper into the moss.
“No,” he growled, voice wrecked and deep, a perfect mix of man and beast. “You’re mine. My mate. Admit it. Your body already knows. It’s dripping for me. Clenching. Begging for my knot. You feel it too.”
You shook your head frantically, tears spilling faster. “No! You disgust me—! Let go! This isn’t—ahhn—!”
He didn’t let you finish.
Valko crashed his mouth onto yours in a brutal, claiming kiss. It was all tongue and fangs and raw hunger—messy, dominating, stealing your breath as he licked into your mouth like he wanted to devour you whole. His free hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss you deeper, swallowing every whimper and protest while his thick, hard cock rubbed insistently against your bare, soaked pussy.
He pulled back just enough to growl against your lips, golden eyes burning into yours. “You can lie with your mouth, little hunter… but your cunt doesn’t lie. It’s weeping for me. For its alpha. For my pups.”
You moaned helplessly into the next kiss, body betraying you again as fresh slick coated his cock where it slid between your folds. Your wrists struggled uselessly against his iron grip above your head, small hands twitching in his hold.
Valko kissed you like a starving man, deep and filthy, tongue plunging into your mouth and tangling with yours while his massive body kept you pinned beneath him. His free hand—the one not holding your wrists above your head—slid down your trembling body. Thick fingers teased along your soaked folds, spreading your slick before one thick digit slowly pushed inside your tight, virgin pussy.
You moaned loudly into his mouth, the sound muffled but desperate. “Mmmph—! N-no—hah—!”
He growled against your lips, pumping his finger slowly at first, then faster, curling it just right to stroke that sensitive spot that made you see stars. A second finger joined soon after, stretching you open with wet, obscene sounds. All while he kept kissing you—messy, claiming, swallowing every whimper and cry like he needed them to breathe.
Your back arched hard, small body writhing under his weight. The forced heat made everything feel too intense, too good. Your hips started moving on their own, chasing his fingers even as you kept whimpering protests between kisses.
“No—Valko—please—ahhn—! I can’t—hnnngh—!”
He pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at you, golden eyes glowing with dark satisfaction. Drool glistened on your chin. Your lips were swollen and shiny. You looked utterly ruined already.
“You’re so tight, little mate,” he rumbled, voice hoarse. “So fucking wet for me. This pussy was made to take my knot.”
His fingers sped up, thrusting deeper, thumb circling your swollen clit with perfect pressure. You cried out sharply, legs shaking around his waist.
“Ahhhh—! Hah—hmpph—! Nooo—!”
But your body betrayed you again. Slick gushed around his fingers, coating his hand as you clenched hard around the intrusion. You were drooling now, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure, small hands still pinned above your head but fingers twitching helplessly.
Valko finally released your wrists. Before you could even think of pushing him away, his huge hands moved to your torn top. With one sharp tug he ripped it open completely, exposing your small, perky breasts to the cool night air. Your nipples were already hard and aching.
He descended on them like a man possessed.
His hot mouth latched onto one breast, sucking hard and greedily. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, fangs gently scraping your soft skin as he moaned against you. One big hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers while his mouth worked the first one with wet, obscene sucking sounds.
You screamed in pleasure, back bowing off the ground.
“Ahhn—! Valko—no—stop—hah—! It feels—ahhhhhn—!”
You kept saying no… but your small hands flew to his head anyway. Fingers buried deep into his messy hair, gripping tight. Instead of pushing him away, you were pulling him closer, pushing his face harder into your chest like you needed more.
Valko groaned loudly against your breast, the vibration shooting straight to your core. He switched sides, sucking the other nipple even harder, tongue flicking rapidly while his fingers continued pumping steadily into your dripping cunt.
You were a complete mess—drooling, crying, moaning so loudly the forest seemed to echo with your broken sounds. “Hnn—! Ahhn—! No—please—I—I can’t—hah—mmmph—!”
Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. Your hips rolled desperately against his hand, chasing every thrust of his thick fingers. Every time he sucked harder on your breasts, your pussy clenched around him, gushing more slick.
He lifted his head just enough to look at you, lips shiny with spit, golden eyes wild. “Say no again, baby… but your body is begging me to knot you.”
You whimpered pathetically, fingers tightening in his hair, unconsciously pushing him back down toward your aching breasts.
Valko smirked—dark, feral, satisfied—and obeyed. He buried his face between your tits again, sucking, licking, and gently biting while his fingers curled and thrust faster inside you, thumb pressing firm circles on your clit.
You were losing yourself completely. Drooling, sobbing, moaning his name between broken “no’s” that sounded more and more like pleas for more.
Valko lifted his head from your breasts, lips glossy with spit, golden eyes glowing with dark amusement as he looked down at your ruined face—flushed cheeks, tear-streaked, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. His fingers were still buried deep inside your pussy, slowly pumping through the mess you’d made.
He curled them again, stroking that spot that made you see stars, and asked in a low, wrecked rumble:
“So… did I convince you enough, little omega? That you want me too?”
You were panting, trembling, but the last shred of defiance flared up. Through a broken sob you spat:
“Fuck you… asshole—!”
Valko’s ears twitched. A slow, feral grin spread across his partially shifted face, fangs flashing. His tail swayed behind him.
“Feisty,” he growled, voice dripping with approval. “I like that. You can keep denying it all you want, baby… but I’ll just keep proving you wrong.”
Without warning, he pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt with a wet schlick and brought his big palm down in a sharp, wet slap right against your swollen pussy.
The sound echoed obscenely.
“Ahn—!!” You screamed, hips jerking violently as stinging pleasure shot through your core.
“Present, Omega.”
The command hit you like a whip. Your body reacted before your mind could fight it. Instincts you didn’t even know you had took over. With a broken whimper, you rolled over onto your stomach, then pushed your chest down to the mossy ground, arching your back deeply. Your short legs spread wide, ass up high, presenting your dripping, twitching pussy to him like a bitch in heat.
Valko groaned loudly, the sound guttural and starving.
“Fuck… look at you.”
He leaned in immediately. The pointed tip of his nose traced your slit and circled your clenching hole before he buried it right against your soaking folds again. Thick, fresh slick poured out of you, coating your thighs and dripping down in obscene strings.
Valko’s golden eyes rolled back for a second. “Fuuuuck… there it is. Such a good girl. So fucking fertile for me.”
He inhaled deeply, greedily, tongue dragging through your slit to catch the gush of slick that your body betrayed you with.
You whimpered pathetically, face pressed into the dirt, fingers clawing at the ground. “Hnnngh—! No—ahhn—!”
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
You heard the wet sound of him stroking his massive cock—thick, ridged, the knot already swelling at the base—as he jerked himself furiously while staring at your presented pussy. His tail thrashed. His wolf ears twitching on his head in raw need.
Then he mounted you.
His huge body covered yours completely, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place. The fat head of his cock nudged against your tiny entrance, spreading your folds obscenely wide.
“You’re mine,” he snarled against your ear, voice distorted with lust. “Gonna knot this tight little cunt. Fill you up until you’re swollen with my pups.”
He thrust forward.
The stretch was brutal. You screamed, loud and broken, as his massive cock forced its way inside your tight pussy. It was a burning, splitting agony. You felt a sharp, bright rip deep inside, and a hot trickle of blood lubricated his entering cock. He was too big. You were too small. The feeling of fullness was catastrophic, a painful, stretching pressure that stole the air from your lungs.
“Ahhhhh—! Too big—! Hah—hnnngh—! Valko—!!”
You shrieked, thrashing wildly, but his weight and strength were absolute. He didn’t stop. Inch after thick inch sank into you until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against your clit. Your belly bulged slightly from the sheer size of him. He held you pinned, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.
He dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his growls continuous, pained. He was panting. Waiting. Letting your flesh adjust to the invasion. His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding the place where you were stretched obscenely wide around him. He rubbed gentle, maddening circles there, mixing your blood with your slickness.
The white-hot pain began to recede, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache. The burn was still there, but underneath it, your nerves were sparking, sending confused signals of intense, overwhelming sensation. He felt so deep. So solid. A choked sob wracked you.
He began to move. “Shhh, it’s okay, let me in.”
A shallow, tentative withdrawal, then a slow, grinding push back in. The drag of his veined flesh against your sensitive walls made you see white. It was agony and ecstasy fused into one incomprehensible feeling.
“Hnn—ahh—ahahn!” Your cries were punched out of you with each measured thrust. He was going deeper with each one, stretching you further, filling you more completely. You could feel him in your guts, a relentless, claiming presence. Your hands scrambled against the dirt, nails digging into the moss to anchor yourself against the tidal wave of sensation.
His pace increased. The slow, careful strokes gave way to deeper, more powerful drives. Each one bumped a spot deep inside that made your toes curl and your vision blur. The pain was still there, a sharp edge, but it was being swamped by a rising tide of pleasure so intense it felt like dying.
He fucked you with hard, deep thrusts that made your whole body jolt forward with every snap of his hips. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the forest along with your loud, shameless moans and cries.
“I… I feel…” you babbled, delirious, “it’s—it’s so deep—I’m so full… ah! What are you doing to me?!”
Valko growled right against your neck, fangs grazing your skin as he fucked you harder, one hand coming down to rub your clit while the other kept you pinned in the perfect breeding position.
“Take it, omega. Take your alpha’s cock. Gonna breed you so full…”
His other hand found your breast again, pinching and pulling your nipple in time with his pounding rhythm. The combination was your undoing. The coil, wound tight by pain and pleasure, snapped.
Your eyes rolled back, drool slipping from your open mouth as another orgasm crashed through you, pussy squirting around his thrusting cock while you wailed his name.
“Yeeees, baby, that’s it… My good girl…”
You whimpered.
Valko didn’t stop. He fucked you like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else—deep, powerful thrusts that slammed against your cervix with every snap of his hips. Your small body jolted forward again and again, face pressed into the moss, ass up high as he mounted you from behind. The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock plunging into your soaked pussy echoed through the quiet forest along with your loud, broken moans.
But just as you felt another orgasm building, he slowed down.
Deliberately.
His thrusts turned shallow and teasing, grinding the fat head of his cock against that sensitive spot inside you without giving you the friction you desperately needed. His hand left your clit, only lightly tracing around it.
You whimpered pathetically, pushing back against him, trying to take him deeper. “Ah—ahh—please—hah—”
Valko leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, hot breath fanning your ear. His wolf ears twitched as he growled softly.
“Still don’t want me, little omega?”
You shook your head frantically, tears streaming down your face even as tiny, desperate “ah—ah—ah—” moans kept spilling from your lips with every shallow thrust.
“N-no—ahh—I don’t—hnn—!”
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through your body. One of his huge hands slid under you and pressed firmly against your lower belly, right where his cock was bulging inside you.
“Then why is this tiny womb clenching so greedily around me?” he rumbled, rubbing slow circles over your belly. “I can feel it. You’re going to look so fucking perfect swollen with my pups. Round. Heavy. Tits full of milk. Everyone will know I bred you full.”
The words hit you like lightning.
“No—! Don’t— ahhn—! I can’t get pregnant—hah—nooo—!” you cried out, voice cracking, even as your pussy spasmed hard around his cock at the filthy image. Fresh slick gushed out around him.
Valko groaned at the feeling, but he kept edging you cruelly — pulling back until only the tip remained inside, then sliding back in so slowly you wanted to scream. His hand never left your belly, pressing and rubbing as if he could already imagine it growing.
“You’ll look so good carrying my litter,” he whispered hotly against your neck, fangs grazing your skin. “These hips were made to breed. Say it. Tell me you want my pups.”
You shook your head again, sobbing and moaning at the same time. “No—no—ah—ahh—ahhn—! I don’t—I can’t—!”
But your body was betraying you completely. Your hips kept pushing back, trying to take more of him, pussy fluttering and dripping nonstop while he toyed with you.
Valko snarled, patience finally snapping.
“Fuck it.”
He slammed back in hard, fucking you with brutal, punishing thrusts. His hand pressed harder against your belly as he drove deeper, the bulge of his cock visible under your skin with every stroke.
You screamed, the pleasure crashing over you violently.
“Ahhhhh—! I’m—I’m cumming—hnnngh—!!”
Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave. You squirted hard around his cock, walls clamping down rhythmically as you wailed and drooled into the moss, body shaking uncontrollably.
Valko roared.
His knot swelled rapidly at the base of his cock, catching on your entrance before pushing inside with a wet pop. The thick knot locked you together, stretching you impossibly full. He ground it deep, pressing firmly against your cervix as he finally let go.
Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded your womb in powerful spurts. Again and again. So much that your belly visibly swelled under his hand, bulging from the sheer volume of his seed. He kept grinding the knot inside you, making sure every drop stayed deep, milking himself dry with low, possessive growls.
“Take it—all of it—fuck, that’s it… good omega. Gonna knock you up tonight. Fill you until you’re carrying my pups…”
You could only moan brokenly, still cumming around his knot, small hands clawing at the ground as tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down your face. Your belly felt so full, so heavy under his palm, yet he’s still pumping the last thick spurts of cum straight into your womb.
You stayed locked together for what felt like forever, his thick knot pulsing deep inside you as the last heavy spurts of his cum filled your swollen womb. Your belly was visibly distended under his palm, full and heavy with his seed. He carefully rolled you both onto your sides on the soft forest floor, keeping you tucked against his massive chest, one strong arm wrapped around your waist while the other gently stroked your swollen tummy.
You were still panting, trembling, drool and tears drying on your flushed face. The forced heat had dulled into a warm, hazy glow, but your body still fluttered around his softening cock.
Then you felt it.
A cool sensation raced through your body as metal spread across your flesh. Sleek, flexible plates formed from thin air, wrapping around your body like a second skin. It covered your exposed areas, forming a protective, form-fitting metallic bodysuit that shimmered under the moonlight. At the same time, Valko's naked body was enveloped by the same metal, which flowed over him from head to toe before solidifying into a matching metallic suit.
You startled, eyes widening. “What the—?!”
Valko chuckled lowly, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head. His wolf ears twitched. “Easy, little mate. Just making sure you’re decent before I take you home.”
You blinked. “Home? What now? Valko, what the fuck are you talking about?”
He tightened his arm around you, golden eyes glowing with possessive satisfaction. “I’m taking you home with me.”
“WHAT?!” You tried to sit up, but his hold kept you firmly against his chest. “Are you insane?! I’m not going anywhere with you!”
His hand rubbed slow circles over your belly again, voice dropping into a deep, smug rumble. “You’re my mate. It’s only right that I keep my most likely pregnant mate safe with me, isn’t it?”
Your face burned. “Fuck no! What the fuck do you mean pregnant?! I don’t even know you! We just—I can’t have babies right now! I still have so many things I want to do, my hunter work, my life—I’m not ready for any of this!”
Secretly, deep down, a traitorous little thrill ran through you at his words. But you shoved it down hard.
Valko only smirked, that devastatingly handsome face softening into something almost fond. He caught your wrist gently, lifted it to his nose first, inhaling your scent with a low, satisfied growl, then pressed a slow, lingering kiss right over your pulse point.
“Okay,” he murmured against your skin, lips curving. “Whatever you say, omega.”
You huffed, turning your face away even as your heart stuttered. “Hmph.”
After a moment of silence, you finally asked, voice quieter, “Explain to me what happened. And you better pray my colleagues aren’t dead, Valko. I swear if you—”
“They’re alive,” he said immediately, serious now. “I was careful. Threw them far but not hard enough to kill. They’ll wake up with bruises and headaches, maybe a few broken bones, but nothing fatal. I wasn’t trying to hurt them… I was just trying to get to you.”
You exhaled in relief, then turned in his arms to finally get a proper look at him.
Up close, under the moonlight, he was… breathtaking. The Valko from the billboards and TV interviews was already ridiculously handsome—sharp features, golden eyes, that intimidating charm. But this version? Rugged, wild, reddish-brown hair messy from your fingers, tall wolf ears, faint fur patterns still visible on his shoulders, muscles glistening with sweat. He looked raw. Primal. Predatory. Dangerously, unfairly attractive.
You were staring.
Valko noticed. A slow, cocky grin spread across his face.
“What?” he asked, voice low and teasing. “Admiring me, little hunter?”
You snapped your gaze away, cheeks burning hotter. “You wish.”
He laughed—a deep, warm sound that made your stomach flip—and pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head again.
Eventually, the knot deflated enough for him to slip out. You whimpered at the loss, feeling a thick gush of cum leak down your thighs before the metal suit sealed it in. Valko stood, then scooped you up effortlessly into his arms like you weighed nothing.
“Time to go home,” he said, already walking through the forest with you cradled against his chest.
You wanted to argue more. You really did.
But as you watched the moonlight filter through the trees and felt the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, you just sighed and muttered, “This still isn’t how it was supposed to go…”
Valko smiled down at you, golden eyes soft and possessive.
“No,” he agreed quietly. “It’s better.”
This is how it’s going to go:
In the days that follow, Valko is taking full responsibility for the chaos he caused. He is personally meeting with the Hunters Association, explaining everything about his suppressed werewolf nature, paying for all the damages, and issuing a sincere apology. The Association is still processing everything, but they are gradually accepting his atonement as they see how genuinely remorseful he is.
Right in the middle of the meeting, while everyone is still trying to process the revelations, Valko is suddenly pulling you close. His strong arm is wrapping possessively around your waist as he announces in front of the entire room, “She is my mate… and my fiancée.”
Your eyes are widening in shock, but he is only holding you tighter, his golden eyes warm and unwavering.
The news is spreading like wildfire. EonCore’s PR team is releasing an official statement the very next day—the city’s most eligible CEO is finally claiming his partner, and she is a hunter. Headlines are exploding. Social media is going wild.
Shortly after the announcement, morning sickness is starting to hit you. You are throwing up in the bathroom almost every morning, and the pregnancy test is confirming what Valko already knows—you are carrying his pup.
Determined to do things right, Valko is making sure the two of you get married quickly and quietly before your belly starts showing. The ceremony is intimate, beautiful, and emotional.
As time passes, you realize something surprising—the big, scary alpha CEO is actually incredibly submissive to you. He happily follows your lead, spoils you rotten, and melts whenever you ask him for anything. He becomes the most attentive and loving husband—rubbing your swollen feet, cooking your cravings at odd hours, and happily letting you boss him around with the softest, most lovesick smile.
When your son is finally born, everything changes in the best possible way. The two of you adore him with all your hearts. Lately, though, your favorite thing has been watching Valko settle so effortlessly into fatherhood. Every tender moment reminds you just how deeply he loves your little boy.
At the slightest cry, Valko is already awake, gathering your son against his broad chest and gently rocking him while murmuring soft, comforting words. No matter how little sleep he’s had, he never complains.
He happily takes on diaper changes and delights in picking out the tiniest outfits, carefully dressing the baby as though every button and fold matters. Whenever your son offers a sleepy smile or curls his impossibly small fingers around one of Valko’s, his entire expression softens with quiet awe, as if each tiny milestone is a miracle he’s seeing for the very first time.
Even while balancing your duties as a hunter and his responsibilities at EonCore, the two of you somehow build the kind of home you once only dreamed about. The mansion, which had once felt far too large, is never quiet anymore. Family dinners become a weekly tradition, and weekends are almost guaranteed to end with his grandmother, aunt, and cousins dropping by, filling every room with easy laughter and familiar voices.
Someone is always in the kitchen stealing a taste of dinner, someone else is curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea, and your son is passed from one pair of loving arms to another, endlessly doted on. Valko can only shake his head with a fond smile as the house buzzes with life around him.
Looking around, you can’t help but think that you never expected your life to turn out like this.
But as you are watching your sleeping son nestled against the man who is treating you both like you are his entire universe, you are realizing it turned out to be the most beautiful life you could ever ask for.