Prem, a normal village boy haunted by his past, discovers a wounded wolf one night. When the wolf transforms into real human (Boun), an alpha werewolf, their worlds collide. Amidst love and danger, Prem must navigate their forbidden relationship and...
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As soon as Boun pushed open the door to their home, he was caught off guard when Prem grabbed his hand and yanked him inside, pressing him back against the wall.
Prem stood in front of him, his eyes gleaming with a playful, seductive glint that Boun hadn't quite seen before. Whatever Prem had absorbed at the pack seemed to have lit a spark, leaving Boun bewildered, his pulse quickening.
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"What happened to you today, Prem, really...?" Boun asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Prem leaned in, his warm breath brushing against Boun's lips as he whispered, "I'm happy, Boun.... Your pack....your family....they accepted me. For the first time in a long while, I feel complete."
His eyes danced with a mix of mischief and tenderness, and a chuckle escaped him as he tilted his head. "But wait," he said, examining Boun's face closely. "Are you... still sulking?.... Ohh nooo, somebody look here!.. My big, bad wolf is jealous because of a few cubs... Seriously, Boun... it's over now."
Boun's brow furrowed, his lips pouting ever so slightly as he protested, "You kissed them—m—"
Before he could finish, Prem closed the gap, silencing him with a firm, passionate kiss. The warmth of Prem's lips against his was like fire, sending jolts of electricity through Boun's body. When Prem pulled back, Boun could only stare, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of desire.
"Prem?" he managed, the word barely a breath.
But Prem wasn't done. He kissed Boun again, this time with even more fervor, his hands moving up to caress Boun's hair, tracing down the strong line of his neck.
The kiss deepened, and the quiet room filled with their mingled breaths and soft whimpers as Prem took control. Boun's grip tightened around his mate, holding him closer, as if afraid he might vanish if he let go.
When they finally broke apart for air, Prem's voice was low and hoarse.
"My wolf," he whispered, his eyes intense and filled with longing. "I know I can't give you a cub... but just imagine if I could..... Make love to me, right here, right now, against this door."
