Epilogue
A few months later
Queen
P lease… please! I can’t take this! Alex, please, I need you deep inside me!
I whimper feverishly, rubbing my pussy as if that would help. But it’s useless—if anything, it only makes me more frustrated.
I’m ovulating tonight. Normally, this would be the time for Alex to absolutely ruin me—in the best way possible. I’d be having my insides rearranged, getting filled up to the brim, just how I like it. But tonight is also the full moon, and he’s nowhere to be found.
Despite being on a lockdown, in addition to brief hunting trips, Alex has been slipping past the Veil and disappearing every full moon. I’ve kinda let it go before, knowing how bad he had felt about the aftermath of our first—and last—dungeon action. But tonight, when my cycle is aligned with the lunar phases and we’re finally synced, it’s unbearable. He’s far, far away somewhere while I’m right here, craving him like an addict. I’m fucking hysterical, screaming at him through the bond, trying to tap into his mind—searching, begging, demanding —that he come back to me.
Nothing. Just an empty, gaping void where he should be.
My whole body aches, like it’s been ignited from the inside out. This isn’t just need—it’s desperation, raw and all-consuming. Every inch of me burns, twisted up in impossible heat, like I’ll shatter if I don’t have him next to me… in me. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but claw at the fragile thread of our connection, trying to force him to feel what I’m feeling.
I need him. I need him. Not my hand, not my vibrator—none of it will do. It has to be Alex. The thought of him out there, so far away while my body tears itself apart under this raging, primal instinct—it’s maddening. I can’t stand it. It’s too much. I’m losing it. I need him to come back. Now .
Haul your ass back in here and breed me!
I try to get myself off, but it’s hopeless. I’m burning up. I’m only wearing a light chemise to bed, yet even its delicate silk feels like lava against my overheated skin. I collapse into the sheets, and my fingers dig into the mattress as if holding on could keep me from unraveling, but it doesn’t work. Nothing does. The tension coils tighter and tighter like I’ll snap any second if I don’t feel him against me, inside me, devouring me.
Defeated, I just lay there, my body trembling, waiting for the gates of hell to swallow me whole.
I don’t know how much time passes—might be hours, or just seconds—when suddenly, everything changes.
The electricity around me rises, sharp and unmistakable. I feel it at the base of my skull… and between my legs.
He’s close. I can sense him.
The door to the chamber flies open with a deafening crash, and there he is—in his Final Boss form, looking like a hellhound who came to drag me into the pit. His presence immediately crowds the room, sucking all the air from it.
I bolt upright in bed, stiff with shock. He’s panting, his massive chest heaving like he just ran a marathon—which, knowing Alex, he certainly sprinted here on top of his superhuman speed. But that’s not why he’s panting—he doesn’t get tired.
I can tell he’s barely containing the beast.
His fur bristles, all puffed along his spine. His nostrils flare, sniffing my arousal, saturating the entire space. Drool glistens as it drips from his deadly fangs, his tongue darting over them like he’s already tasting me. And his eyes—God, those blood-red eyes—burn with a heat that could melt steel. They sear into me with the intensity of a thousand suns.
There’s no denying it—he’s a monster. A fucking nightmare made flesh. A still frame ripped straight from the scariest horror movie imaginable.
I’m terrified of him.
Yet, I’m also drawn to him.
I shrink back against the tall bed frame, every human instinct screaming at me to run and hide. But the animal part of me—that part awakened by him—demands the exact opposite. All I want is to throw myself into his arms, rub all over his enormous, powerful body, and feel every last inch of him pressed against me… inside me. To feel him consume me, fill me, claim me. My uterus hums with raw anticipation, a desperate siren song, even as my heart pounds loud enough to drown out any coherent thought, leaving me emptyheaded.
“Run!” he commands, his voice guttural, inhuman, filled with a dark promise. His lethal claws flex, carving into his palms, as he clings to the very last shred of his restraint. But he’s already on the hunt, stalking toward me, each move slow and deliberate. “Julia, go. Now!” With a fierce flash in his eyes, he backs away slightly, giving me space. “Run for your fucking life, little prey. And don’t let me catch you.”
It’s impossible. He knows it. I know it. My body knows it.
My tingling vagina definitely knows it.
“RUN!” he roars, the sound erupting from his chest like a thunderclap, shaking the walls of the chamber and reverberating through my very core.
So I do. I sprint past him for the door, having no care in the world that I’m almost naked. The castle is still and quiet—as it usually is during the full moon—and I can hear my own heart hammering in my chest as my body moves on pure adrenaline. My breath comes in ragged gasps. Every footstep is a frantic plea to get away, but deep down, I know there’s no running from him. I can’t outrun him.
No one can.
He wants me to feel the thrill of the hunt. He’s toying with me, drawing it out, letting me think I can get ahead—knowing full well that he’ll capture me, no matter what I do or where I go.
I spiral down the staircase to the ground level and take a sharp turn as I duck into a narrow passageway, barely missing a column head-on. I scrape the skin on my arm against it, drawing blood, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t stop. My legs are on fire, my muscles screaming in protest, but I push through it.
Maybe if I get outside, I might stand a chance?
Oh, who am I kidding?!
He’s after me now, and the excitement of it makes my skin flush and prickle. His footsteps are noiseless, though I know he follows like a storm coming to tear me apart. I can feel his eyes on me, tracking each move. Every nerve in my body stands on end. I want him so desperately, and the more I run, the more I crave the very thing I’m trying to escape.
But I can never escape him.
I dart down another hallway, and the silhouette of him creeps from the far corner, casting a long shadow. His eyes glow like two ruby stones, ringing the alarm. This is just a game for him, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less thrilling to me—I know how to play my part.
I won’t let him catch me too soon.
The heat pools in my belly as I round a pillar, the ache inside demanding to be filled. I press my back against the cool stone, trying to get a grip. But that insatiable need courses through my body, sending waves of longing to my core. I struggle to quiet my exhilarated body, listening for any sign of him. The silence around stretches, and I hold my breath, my pulse thumping so loud in my ears that I’m sure he can detect it.
I hide, he seeks. Not that I have a fair chance here—the power imbalance is laughable. But he takes his time, letting me believe , however briefly, that I might actually be safe.
It’s not random. Nothing about Alex ever is. Every step, every pause, every shift in the shadows is calculated. His werewolf senses are beyond anything I can even begin to comprehend. He knows exactly where I am. He always has. This isn’t a hunt for him—it’s theater. A performance designed to toy with me, to make me feel every ounce of my helplessness and his overwhelming power. And he relishes my dread.
I’m acutely aware that he’s right there, prowling, circling me with the precision of the world’s most savage predator stalking its helpless prey. I can feel him getting closer, feel the menace of his presence in every corner like he’s everywhere and nowhere at once. His heavy breathing echoes through the dark corridors, mingling with the sound of his claws raking against the stone and the loud snapping of his murderous jaws.
Panic rises in my throat, and that’s what he wants—the fear and arousal to spiral out of control inside me.
And yet, for all my terror, for all my intuition, my body betrays me. There’s a maddening part of me that begs for him to find me, to catch me. Because I know what happens when he does… Every second that passes without him grasping me feels like an eternity, the urgency growing between my legs to the point of unbearable.
His sudden howl is low and vicious, haunting me… taunting me… and I fucking love it.
“You can’t hide from me,” he calls, his voice a low, primal growl that sent shivers down my spine. “I can smell you… I can smell your need. Do you know what it does to me? You’re driving me fucking mad.”
Instinctively, I bolt from my hiding place, sprinting down the corridor—caught between the thrill of the chase and the desperate need to feel him, to be taken. It’s cold in here, and darker, too, with only the Northern Lights filtering in through the high-ached windows. I know it’s the path that leads outside. I’m almost there.
A rush of adrenaline surges through me, and a giddy laughter bubbles up inside me as I glance back to catch a glimpse of him. He’s dangerous and magnificent, and I want him more than ever. His massive form moves effortlessly, ferocious yet graceful, his muscles rippling beneath his thick fur, his predatory gaze laser-focused on me, gleaming with an uncontrolled hunger that makes my skin ignite… and my clit throb between my thighs.
He’s a beautiful, starved beast, and I’m the kill he craves.
“Run, baby, run!” he roars, his voice a dark, teasing growl that sends a fresh wave of excitement crashing through me.
I dart through a doorway. The chilly air hits me like a slap to the face as I stumble out into the castle gardens. The aurora reflects off the dew-covered grass, slick beneath my bare feet. I hear him again—closer now, his breathing sharp and uneven, primal. He’s catching up, not cutting me any slack.
I push myself harder, running through the open lawn toward the woods to seek camouflage, but it’s no use. My lungs burn, my legs are turning to jelly, and the sound of him is deafening now. He’s right behind me, closing in, his breath a ragged panting that echoes through the night air. I know he’s having the biggest laugh of his life. But I will my body to keep moving, to hold onto that sliver of hope that I might just make it.
Then, just as I feel a huge, clawed hand grip my arm, yanking me back with supernatural strength, I know it’s over.
“Got you!” he growls, his voice thick with lust and frustration.
I scream—half in fear, half in eagerness—as his body crashes into mine with a force that knocks the wind out of me. We tumble down together, the impact making my vision blurry as I gasp for air. The cold earth beneath me shocks me while the rough texture of the dirt bites into my skin, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing else does but the feeling of him—finally—taking what he wanted.
What I wanted.
“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this… You’re never getting away from me now.” He rips my silk night slip in the blink of an eye, baring me to him.
He’s on top of me in an instant, his oversized form looming over mine from the back like a deprived animal about to feast. All I can do is surrender to him—body, mind, and soul.
I feel the weight of him press into me as he hovers above, his breath hot against my neck as his fangs nip my throat. For a moment, there’s a strange stillness between us, a pause before the storm. I can feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest, and mine responds just the same—racing, frantic, desperate.
His calloused palms slide down my back, his claws grazing the heated skin, sending shivers all over me. The tension between us sparks, thick and undeniable, and I know he’s restraining himself, still trying to control his urges. But I need him to lose control.
I turn my head slightly, meeting his eyes, and the lust in them is so palpable that it makes my insides clench. “Please,” I whisper, my voice shaky with the same hunger. “Don’t hold back.”
He growls low, his wide mouth curling into a predatory grin. “I wasn’t planning on it, my love,” he rasps thickly. “You’ve been teasing me all night, acting all fucking needy. Now it’s my turn… and guess what I am going to do with you.”
Before I can respond, he pulls away, his body moving with a fluid, predatory grace. He positions himself behind me, his hands trailing up my spine to my hips. “Lift that ass.”
I obey, shifting my weight onto my forearms, and raising my hips instinctively, presenting myself. The air is cold against my skin, but it only heightens the fire burning inside me. My breath comes in shallow gasps as I feel him settle above me, his body blocking out everything else.
He purrs in approval as his hands grip my round hips, his touch is possessive, claws dimpling my flesh. He slides his length against my ass teasingly, making me wiggle beneath him to get closer. His gigantic cock is so ready for me—hard, slick, and throbbing. The crackling tension between us builds, unbearable, making me ache for him in ways I can’t even describe.
“You wanted to act like a desperate little slut?” he growls, and I lose all my senses right in that moment. “I’ll fuck you like one. And I’m going to make sure you feel everything you’ve been begging for,” his voice is rough and domineering as he leans in to bite one of my butt cheeks. “You’re mine now, Julia. You’ll be bred over and over until you’re filled to the brim and swollen with my seed. There’ll be no question who fucking owns you after tonight.”
And then, his muzzle drops lower to where I need him most. My body jerks as a moan escapes my lips when his tongue flicks across my drenched slit, spreading my swollen pussy lips.
“Mmmm, your taste is intoxicating.” His movements are slow and provoking, but it’s not enough. Each stroke against my clit is an infuriating tease, making my body burn with anticipation. “Damn, you’re dripping wet. Look at you… so ready and eager for me to take you in the dirt where everyone can see.”
I can’t hold off, and my back arches toward him, desperate for more, for all of him. “Please,” I beg, my voice raw with need. “I need more. I need you.”
He growls against my folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure as the sound vibrates through every part of me. “You’re so fucking greedy that you can’t even pretend you don’t want it,” he mocks me . “ You need me so badly, don’t you? Be patient, silly human. You’ll get everything you want and more if you just behave.” And with that, his hands tighten around my thighs, spreading me wider as his tongue laps faster, harder, driving me to the edge.
My fists grip the grass beneath me as he enters my quivering core and I lose myself in the sensation. My walls close around his talented tongue, yearning for him to explore every tiny part of me.
As if he wants to consume me, his gaping jaws clamp around my mound and ass, his teeth scraping my flesh with just enough pressure. His growls of satisfaction drown inside me as he moves with savage precision now, his rhythm unyielding. He takes what he wants, drinking my very essence, devouring me just the way I like it. My body trembles beneath him, the dirt digging into my skin as I claw at the ground, my hips rocking to meet his every thrust. There’s no tenderness here—only need, only hunger. He’s ravaging me, and I’m letting him… no, begging for it. For more.
When I finally let go, the release is shattering—my squirting pussy convulses with pleasure around his tongue, every muscle locked tight as waves of ecstasy crash over me. I cry out, the sound escaping my lips like a prayer, and it only seems to spur him on, his movements more frantic, more desperate.
He keeps tonguing me until I gush again, then moves back onto my overstimulated, engorged clit. I nearly die from pleasure as I erupt again, even more powerful. And when it’s over, when my body lies there, trembling and spent, he lifts me back into the position, mounting me from the back.
“I’m not nearly done with you yet. What are you doing? We’re just starting,” he rumbles behind me. The laugh that escapes him next is ominous… but it’s exactly what I need to recharge.
He yanks my legs apart with brutal efficiency, and I gasp as he presses the thick head of his cock against my slick folds, teasing me. The heat of him is overwhelming, and I writhe beneath him, desperate for more. But he doesn’t move, throbbing right at my entrance, his claws sinking into my hips to prevent them from bucking.
“You’re a fucking mess, baby, and I love seeing you like this… squirming for a wolf cock to fuck you raw like you need to be. But you must be still,” he orders, his voice a low snarl. “You don’t get to decide. I take you when I’m ready. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my breath hitching as he presses just a little deeper, stretching me.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I can hear that wicked smirk in his voice. “You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate like this, shaking beneath me, pleading for me to fill you up until you can’t walk tomorrow… or for a week.”
Leaning against me, his claws dig into the ground on either side of my head, his fangs just inches from my throat, his weight pinning me down. I can feel his dominance radiating across my entire body.
“Say you want this,” he demands, his breath hot as the tip of his tongue brushes the shell of my ear. “Say you want me to claim you, right here, right now.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. The desire, the need inside me is too much, overwhelming, like a tide that can’t be stopped. “I want it,” the words slip from my mouth. “I want you. I need you.”
That’s all it takes. He pushes forward, his cockhead sliding inside me, and I mewl, my body arching beneath him. The stretch is intense, almost intolerable, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
He pauses, letting me adjust. “Don’t fight it. You’re fucking made for this. To be stretched, filled, bred.” His voice is thick with need as he pushes a few more inches inside me. “You wanted me, and now, you’ll have all of me. Every part of you is mine tonight… I’m going to fill you so full, Julia,” he growls as he pushes deeper, down to the swollen base, making sure I feel every inch of him, “so fucking full, you’ll be marked by me forever.”
I’m half-unconscious because of his goddamn filthy mouth.
He slowly retracts, leaving me empty.
Then, in one smooth motion, he thrusts into me again, claiming me. I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, as he fills me entirely. I forgot how huge his cock is in this form—powerful and relentless, his girth almost too much for me to take. The fit is so damn tight that I can feel the texture of every single vein across his length, pulsing with raw need.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice softening just enough to help me relax while my cunt accepts his size, and molds around him. “Fuck yes! You’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. Taking me so well, stretching around me like you were made for me.”
I gasp, my hands clawing at the dirt as he begins to move, each slow, deliberate thrust driving him deeper inside me. The pressure is overwhelming, every inch of him pressing against my walls in ways that leave me trembling and gasping for breath.
“Feel that?” he growls, his hips slamming against mine as he plunges deeper, his knot forcing its way in. “That’s me, filling you. Marking you. Owning you.” His voice is rough and gravelly, but full of pride and possessiveness. He retracts before ramming inside me again. “You’re mine, Julia. Every inch of you belongs to me. No one else will ever have you.”
“Yes,” I cry, my voice trembling as the pleasure builds with every deep thrust. “I’m yours, Alex. Only yours.”
“Damn right, you are,” he snarls, his palms tightening on mine in the grass as he picks up the pace.
My body arches even more beneath him as his thrusts become harder, faster. The sound of our bodies meeting with the obscene slaps fills the air, mingling with his animalistic growls and my pathetic moans of pleasure and cries of pain. The fullness of him inside me is overwhelming, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His cock drags against my slick walls with every movement, massaging my G-spot while the tip pierces my cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I whimper beneath him, reaching an almost unbearable peak as his passion consumes me.
“Oh, yes! I can feel how fucking tight you are, squeezing and pulsing around me, trying to milk me dry while I ruin that cunt.” He grips my hair, tugging my head back to expose her neck, his teeth grazing my jugular. Thrusting even harder, his pace becomes relentless as he ruts in and out of me chasing his own release.
I feel my tears wetting my cheeks. “Alex… slow down... it hurts… I…”
“Come for me,” he growls, ignoring my breathless pleas for mercy, his voice rough and commanding. “Give it to me, Julia. Let me feel you squirt around me.”
I scream as the tension inside me snaps, my body convulsing beneath him as my orgasm crashes over me. My muscles clench around him, gripping his cock in the ultimate embrace, gushing down on him. My vision blackens, my head spins, and the pain no longer bothers me, replaced by impossible satisfaction.
He snarls, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s it. What a good fucking girl… So good for me. Fuck, baby, I’m getting close.” He tenses, and there’s a second of hesitation. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers into my ear, as if either one of us could end this now.
“I don’t want you to… Alex, don’t stop! Get me pregnant.”
He roars, biting into my neck where his mark is. “You’re such a dirty little slut for me. Oh, I love you.”
With a final, powerful thrust, he forces his swollen knot inside. My walls contract around him, and as he expands further, I lock him in. His cock flexes with each pulse of his knot as he spills inside me, his release hot and abundant, reaching my womb. His howl echoes through the forest, a primal sound of triumph as he claims me the way he always wanted, his body shuddering against mine.
Time and space have no meaning anymore—there’s only he and I.
Still knotted in me, his cock is buried deep inside, throbbing faintly as he gently flips me over onto my back. He kneels between my legs, and I gasp sharply once the movement sends a ripple of overstimulated pleasure coursing through me. His hands are firm but careful as he positions me exactly how he wants, spreading me open for him again. His palms glide slowly down my stomach, claws leaving a trail of heat that makes me shiver. He growls in approval when his hands find the bulge where he’s buried deep in my belly.
“You’ve done so well, sweetheart. You’ve taken everything I’ve given you. Every inch of me… and every last drop.”
My mind is a haze of exhaustion and satisfaction while I still tremble from the aftershocks, but I tilt my head to meet his glowing eyes. They flash gold now, roaming over me with a possessive hunger that hasn’t dimmed in the slightest.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs between heavy pants, and there’s tenderness and care beneath his dominance that contrasts with the animalistic craze from moments before. His piercing gaze locks onto mine, filled with pure adoration that makes my breath catch. “Marked by me, claimed by me, with my seed inside you, and my scent all over you. Yet, you’re still holding me so damn tight, clinging to me desperately like you don’t ever want me to pull out. There’s no denying who you belong to, is there?”
His words resonate deep within me, and I can’t bring myself to argue. I don’t want to. I only nod weakly, and he grins as he leans, pressing his forehead against mine. His humongous frame covers mine entirely, and his heavy breaths mingle with my own.
“I’ll never stop craving this… craving you ,” he rasps.
I reach up, and my hands caress his fur, tangling in the thick mane around his neck. As he leans into my touch, a quiet growl of his satisfaction vibrates against my skin.
“I love you,” I whisper sweetly. “I’ll always love you.”
He exhales deeply, relaxing above me. I plant soft little kisses along his jaws, and we linger this way, savoring the intimacy—exposed out in the open on the grass in the castle gardens, where anyone could spot us.
Then I ask, “You think it worked?”
“Mhmm.” His fluffy tail swooshes, giving away his excitement. “Still, we’re going to do it a few more times—just for good measure.”
My eyes widen, and I toss my head from side to side. The sex was so incredible… almost… no, definitely too good. It feels like I’m ripped in half. I can’t go twice in a row with him in this form.
“Oh, yes.” He shifts his weight while his cock is still seated deep inside me, and the motion makes me mewl. But he ignores it and straightens, his palms sliding underneath me, claws digging into my ass, as he lifts my hips to meet his. “Didn’t you beg for this? Hm? Tell me again how badly you want a baby.” Slowly and deliberately, his knot, now only half swollen, drags against my tight, sensitive walls as he begins to withdraw.
Oh, God! Why did I even say anything?
“But I—I can… already feel it,” I stutter. “I’m positive you were successful the fir—” My words cut off, replaced by a scream when he slips free from my contracting pussy.
A mix of overstimulation and emptiness washes over me. His release leaks out, trickling down the heated skin of my ass.
His eyes deepen back to red as he watches, taking in the evidence of his claim on me. He then rubs his cock between my cheeks, collecting his seed with the tip, before he thrusts inside my tender cunt. “This needs to go right back in there.”
“Ugh, Alex!” I arch my back, squirming at the sudden fullness once again—torrents of both pleasure and pain set my body on fire, immediately overwhelming me.
“This is my fucking pussy,” he growls possessively. “Yes, it is. I haven’t finished marking you yet. I want to make sure this fertile little pussy is bred properly. And I decide when it’s enough. Now, take it like a good girl.”
I sob, overtaken by the sensations he’s giving me—loving and hating every second of it simultaneously.
“Darling, I promised to put my heir in you… and I do intend to keep that promise, " he rasps on the brink of frenzy, yet somehow, he sounds more serious. "I won’t be able to tell for certain until a day or two, so we better make it count. I'm not ending tonight with any doubt.”
How’s he even going to know so soon?
Oh…
“Right,” I mumble out loud in delirium. “I forgot your super smell.”
He smiles darkly. “I was thinking of taste.”
THE END