Slugterra Oc Romane & Geschichten

About 5'9" tall. Slightly tanned skin. Super muscular. Light brown hair with a slight stubble across his jaw. "She's not going anywhere Atticus. She is my chosen mate. She will be my Luna." Lakota says casually not sparring me a glance. "The Moon Goddess chose her for me! You can not take that from her!" My mates voice echoes off the walls making me shiver in delight. 'When he loosens his grip run straight for Atticus, Zara.' Cains tells me. I glance over to him letting him know I heard him. Lakota and Atticus continue arguing for a few more minutes till Lakota goes to take a step forward trying to drag me with him. When I refuse to move he turns around with a snarl just barely shifting his

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

After the door shut behind him and the butterflies let me go, I collapsed back on the couch. "Wow, so," I glanced over at mom who was sideways to my vision. I flip over so she was right side up and I watched her attempt to pick the right words. "Alpha and Omega, Omega to Luna." Like a water faucet she started to cry, I stand and tug her into a hug.

I follow until we've woven our way through the crammed kitchen and out the backdoor into the brisk night air. My gaze reluctantly drops to her ass. Of course, she'd have an amazing one on top of everything else. As we step into the darkness, my eyes quickly adjust as silvery moonlight falls over us. There are a few groups of people standing around talking, laughing, and smoking cigarettes. By the skunky scent that permeates the atmosphere, they're probably smoking other things as well. We find a secluded spot near an old wooden garage at the back of the property line. When we're far enough away from everyone else, she turns to face me before wrapping her arms around her middle.