Werewolf and 33 Summary
In “Werewolf and 33,” the narrative unfolds through the perspectives of Darius and Daxton, exploring intense emotional and physical connections among the characters. The story begins with Darius experiencing a passionate encounter with a woman named Dallas, orchestrated by Daxton. As they engage in a primal act of intimacy, the atmosphere is charged with desire and urgency. Darius feels a mix of pride and excitement as they share this experience, marking their bond with Dallas in a significant way. The scene is filled with raw emotions, showcasing vulnerability and the exploration of their relationships.
As the story transitions to Daxton’s perspective, he finds himself in a haunting memory from the past, reliving a pivotal moment involving Sage, a character who seems to have a complicated history with both brothers. Daxton watches helplessly as his younger self is manipulated by Sage, who injects him with a substance that will alter the course of events. This revelation brings forth feelings of anger and betrayal, particularly towards his mother, who was complicit in Sage’s deceitful plans. The emotional weight of this memory is palpable, as Daxton grapples with the implications of past choices and their impact on the present.
The tension escalates as Daxton realizes the gravity of Sage’s actions and the potential consequences for his brother. The narrative highlights themes of manipulation, trust, and the struggle for power within their pack dynamics. Daxton’s frustration is evident as he witnesses the betrayal unfold, unable to intervene or change the outcome. The story culminates in a moment of awakening, where Daxton is pulled back to reality, confronted by the concerned faces of his brother and Dallas, signaling a return to the present and the unresolved issues that linger from the past.
Ultimately, “Werewolf and 33” intertwines themes of desire, betrayal, and the complexities of relationships within a supernatural context. The emotional journey of the characters reflects their struggles with identity, loyalty, and the consequences of their actions, setting the stage for further exploration of their intertwined fates.
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**TITLE: Werewolf and 33**
**Uncover**
**Darius’ POV**
Daxton doesn’t give her a moment to reconsider. With a swift motion, he lifts her, positioning her so that she hovers tantalizingly above my rigid shaft. The instant my cock brushes against her entrance, a gasp escapes her lips, echoing the thrill of the moment. Slowly, Daxton begins to lower her onto me, and as she descends, her hands instinctively find their place on my chest. I can feel the heat radiating from her skin as she slides down, and when she finally bottoms out, Daxton relinquishes his grip on her hips.
My hands move to assist her, guiding her rhythmically up and down my cock. The sensation is electric, heightened by the feeling of Daxton’s fingers gliding between our bodies, collecting her juices before he ventures further down to her ass. Her eyes widen in surprise as he pushes two fingers into her tightness, and I can feel every movement through the delicate barrier that separates us.
Our pace quickens, a primal rhythm taking over as one of us thrusts into her pussy while the other works his fingers in her ass. Each thrust elicits louder moans from her, a symphony of pleasure that fills the air. When Daxton pushes her onto Mylo’s chest, she offers no resistance, surrendering herself completely to the sensations coursing through her body.
I can sense Daxton’s movements behind Dallas, and then I feel her being pushed tighter against my chest. His cock nudges against her ass, and with one powerful thrust, he breaches her, entering her completely. He leans in, pushing himself deeper as I withdraw from her pussy to make room for him. As Daxton fills her, I’m left with just the head of my cock nestled inside her warmth. When he pulls out, I push back in, our movements synchronized in a primal dance.
“Please, stop teasing me. Fuck me hard,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. A soft moan escapes her lips as we momentarily halt our alternating thrusts. Our breaths come in heavy gasps, and I can feel the tension building within her, a sign that we are pushing her closer to another climax. “Fuck, Little One. I’m about to cum,” I hear Daxton growl, his voice laced with urgency before he slams into her ass, releasing his load deep within her.
Her scream pierces the air as she reaches her peak, and I feel her clench around my cock, a sign of her own impending release. In that moment, I can feel my canines elongate, and as I bottom out, I unleash my cum into her pussy, marking her as mine.
She cries out our names, her body trembling as she succumbs to the waves of pleasure. A moment later, I feel her canines break through my skin, marking me in return. It takes a while for our breathing to stabilize, the three of us entwined in a blissful haze, and I can feel Camus retreating to the back of my mind, allowing me to bask in this moment.
But I can’t help but revel in how she felt around me, how impossibly tight she became when Daxton began to push his fingers inside her. When he replaced them with his cock, the sensation intensified, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride that we were sharing this experience with her. This was a first for us, and I was grateful we could tell her just that.
“Are you okay, Little One?” Daxton asks, his voice a mix of concern and desire. When she nods, affirming her well-being, I’m eager to continue making love to her. But just then, a mind-link from Preston interrupts my thoughts.
I step into the bathroom, my heart racing as I find my brother and our mate in the shower. It feels as if a bomb could go off, and they wouldn’t even flinch. Daxton is perched on a small seat built into the shower wall, while Dallas rides him with fervor. The sight ignites a spark within me, stirring my cock back to life, despite thinking it would take hours to recover.
I move behind her in the shower, my fingers gliding into her backdoor with ease, still slick from Daxton’s release. Without hesitation, I replace my fingers with my cock, thrusting into her hard and fast. My hands brace against the wall, anchoring me as I pick up the pace, her moans echoing off the tiles.
“Just like that,” she breathes, her voice laced with pleasure. Daxton and I slam into her simultaneously, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. He glances up at me, and I can’t help but grin as I hear his thoughts in my mind, “Looks like our Little One loves it hard and fast. I can’t wait to sneak up on her and bend her over whatever surface is nearest.”
A low growl escapes my lips as I picture her bent over a kitchen table or the back of the couch, Daxton pounding into her from behind. The thought sends a rush of blood to my cock, making it harder than before. I lean closer, whispering my fantasies into her ear, and feel her tighten around me in response.
“She likes it when you talk dirty to her,” Daxton murmurs, a hint of mischief in his tone. I decide to push her further, “I’ll make sure there are enough surfaces for us to bend you over. Perhaps we should establish a rule that you must wear dresses without underwear inside to accommodate us.” My voice is low and sultry, and I can feel her body responding, ready to explode.
Her scream of release fills the air as we continue to thrust into her, and she sinks her canines into Daxton’s neck. My balls tighten as her ass clenches around my cock, sending me spiraling toward my own climax. Just a few more thrusts, and both Daxton and I release ourselves into her once again, filling her with our essence.
Once we regain our breath, Daxton gently washes her hair while I quickly clean myself before switching places. I lift her out of the shower into Daxton’s waiting arms, who holds a towel for her, and her laughter fills the air as he begins to dry her off.
I grab my shirt from a nearby chair, slipping it over her head before Daxton places her in the center of the bed. We both snuggle against her sides, seeking warmth and comfort as we drift off to sleep.
Just before sleep claims me, I hear Dallas whisper my name. I open my eyes to find her gazing at me intently.
“You will remember everything in the morning. He will remember what happened with Sage, and he is going to be pissed,” Dallas whispers softly.
“Will you explain later how you knew this would happen?” I ask, my curiosity piqued, though I’m not overly concerned about her withholding this information from us.
“I will. But I fear he will uncover more answers than he was hoping for,” she replies, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek before turning onto her side, draping a leg over mine. I turn with her, wrapping my arm around her waist, feeling a sense of unity.
Whatever my brother discovers tonight, we will face it together.
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**Worried Faces**
**Daxton’s POV**
Standing on the landing of the Gamma floor, I gaze down at the Pack members bustling in and out of the Pack house. A sense of unease washes over me, an instinct telling me that I shouldn’t be here. I focus intently on the faces around me, noticing women who no longer reside within our territory, children who have grown into young adults.
How is this even possible? Why am I reliving the past? My mind races with questions, and I can sense that more inquiries will arise before I start to find answers.
“Hello, Darius,” a voice calls from behind me. I turn, startled, only to see myself descending the stairs. The shock doesn’t end there; Sage stands behind my past self, gazing up at him with an expression of admiration.
Like many in our Pack, she could never distinguish between us, and we never corrected her unless someone else pointed out her mistake.
“Sage,” my younger self acknowledges as he walks past her, and she follows him down the stairs, with me trailing closely behind.
If I’m not mistaken, this is the night I can’t seem to remember. Perhaps if I stay close to them, I will uncover the truth about what truly transpired that evening.
My younger self takes his seat at the Alpha table, and Sage, as a high-ranking guest, sits beside him. It takes me a moment to realize that they cannot see me. I inch closer to the table, eager to witness what unfolds, as this is as far as my memories have ever reached.
“Why don’t I get our plates?” Sage asks as she rises from her seat. As expected, she receives no response, yet she heads to the kitchen to fetch our dinner anyway.
I watch as she sets the plate before us, and my younger self lowers his head to inhale the aroma of the food.
“Silly, that is seasoning,” Sage teases, pointing to the greens on her plate. My younger self’s expression reveals confusion, as if the scent is unfamiliar. I lean forward, trying to identify the herbs, but they remain elusive.
The two of them eat their dinner, Sage chattering away, never receiving a reply from my younger self. Despite his silence, she remains undeterred, lingering at the table even after finishing her meal.
My younger self skips dessert, and though I yearn to follow him, my feet remain rooted in place. I can’t move until Sage passes by me, and an instinct urges me to follow her instead of myself, no matter how illogical it feels.
Sage ascends the stairs slowly, and I watch as my younger self stumbles up to the Alpha floor. She quickens her pace once he opens the door, stopping it from closing completely.
She pushes the door open, and I see her reach into her purse, retrieving a syringe. I attempt to shout a warning to my younger self, but no sound escapes my lips. It seems I am powerless to prevent the impending disaster.
My younger self turns just as the syringe plunges into his neck, and she presses down the plunger, injecting him with whatever is inside.
“Night, night. By morning, Preston will be mine, and you can’t stop me, Daxton,” Sage declares, and I watch helplessly as my younger self collapses to the floor. She flips him onto his back and settles onto the bed.
Time seems to warp as I watch the clock hands spin rapidly, hours slipping away. Sage glances at the clock, growing increasingly impatient with each passing moment.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and it takes her a few moments to retrieve it. She examines the screen before testing my fingers to unlock it, eventually succeeding.
I peer over her shoulder as she reads a message from Preston, explaining that they won’t return until the early morning hours.
To my disbelief, she picks up her phone and scrolls through her contacts until she reaches my mother’s name. My anger simmers as I listen to their conversation, realizing my mother was aware of what was happening and chose to remain silent.
“Sage, don’t worry. Give the other dose to Daxton, and I’ll take care of the rest,” I hear my mother say. “Just ensure someone sees you leaving the Alpha floor and that you look less than perfect.”
I watch as Sage retrieves another syringe from her purse, likely filled with the same substance she used on my younger self. I know I can do nothing but watch as she plunges the needle into his neck and empties the contents into his bloodstream.
Perhaps Doc can identify what she used when I share this dream with him, and maybe Dallas can help me piece it all together. For a moment, I push aside the anger churning inside me.
“I’m sorry, Daxton. I’m sorry for involving you, but this was my chance to achieve a title I could never attain otherwise. Both my connections were Warriors, and I couldn’t settle for that, so I rejected them. Unfortunately, that means I’ll never find another connection, and that leaves me with no choice but to trick an Alpha into mating with me,” Sage murmurs, her voice heavy with regret.
The front door opens and closes around six in the morning, yet Sage remains seated on the bed, and I wonder what she is waiting for.
At around seven-thirty, the front door creaks open again, and I hear a familiar voice—our Gamma. Likely here to retrieve the Alpha for training, as they would step in if Preston and Rayden were unavailable.
I hear their voices fade, but just as the front door is about to close completely, Sage bolts from the bedroom. I instinctively follow her, and she crashes into the Alpha’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably, her words a jumble of incoherence.
As I descend the stairs behind them, my surroundings begin to blur, and I scream “No!” at the top of my lungs.
“Daxton, it’s okay. I’m right here, just open your eyes,” I hear Dallas whisper softly next to my ear.
With a start, I open my eyes, meeting the worried faces of my brother and our mate.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the tumultuous night, a profound sense of unity envelops the trio as they navigate the emotional labyrinth that binds them. The raw intimacy they shared not only solidified their bond but also illuminated the shadows of their pasts, revealing secrets that could fracture their newfound connection. Darius and Daxton, still reeling from the revelations of their shared memories, find solace in Dallas’s presence, her unwavering support a balm for their troubled hearts. As they lie entwined, the echoes of their passions linger in the air, a reminder of the strength they draw from one another. The weight of the past may loom large, but together, they are determined to confront the challenges ahead, fortified by the love that has blossomed amidst chaos.
As dawn breaks, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms, the trio awakens to the reality of their intertwined fates. The lingering tension from the night before is tempered by a newfound resolve; they are not merely survivors of their circumstances but active participants in shaping their destinies. With Dallas’s promise to unravel the mysteries that haunt them and the brothers’ commitment to face whatever truths lie ahead, they step into the day with a sense of purpose. The path may be fraught with uncertainty, but the strength of their bond assures them that together, they can navigate the storm. In this moment of quietude, they understand that love, in all its forms, is a powerful force—one that can heal, transform, and ultimately lead them toward a brighter future.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect to delve deeper into the tangled web of emotions and revelations that surround Daxton, Darius, and Dallas. The aftermath of their intense encounter leaves lingering questions about their bond and the implications of the marks they’ve exchanged. As Daxton grapples with the haunting memories of Sage and the betrayal that unfolded, the tension between the trio will only escalate. With the return of Preston looming on the horizon, the stakes are higher than ever, and the potential for conflict is palpable. Will the secrets of the past threaten to tear them apart, or will they find strength in their unity to confront the challenges ahead?
Moreover, the dynamics within the Pack will shift as Daxton’s haunting visions continue to unravel. As he pieces together the truth of what transpired that fateful night, the emotional toll it takes on him and his relationships will be explored. Dallas’s intuition about the unfolding drama will lead to unexpected confrontations, and the fragile trust among the three will be tested. Expect moments of vulnerability, passion, and heart-wrenching decisions as they navigate the complexities of love, loyalty, and betrayal. As the chapter concludes, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how Daxton will confront his past and what it means for their future together.
Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.
