New chapter live now — knotting, claiming, and the kind of primal that leaves marks.
When her heat syncs with the lunar bleed, when her scent turns from honeyed innocence to raw, aching need, there’s no hiding. No running. I’ve watched her for three cycles. Denied myself. Told myself she was off-limits. BreedingMaterial - Angel Windell - Please Breed...
Angel Windell thought she could beg prettily and walk away untouched. She thought wrong. New chapter live now — knotting, claiming, and