Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)"I said no!" the yelling was followed by swift, hard, firm slap. A short girl, standing 5'1", glared angrily with her soft, icy blue eyes at the male standing before him. She had placed both hands, now clenched into fists, upon both of her hips. Her white, wolf ears were flat against her head while her tail was bushed and obviously agitated. The male wolf standing before her was in shock as he cupped his hand over the side of his face where he had just been slapped. "You are not good enough for me so go find other female to pursue." With that, the girl turned away from the other.
She groaned and sighed heavily to herself as she began to walk through the great marble hallways of her parent's keep. She was coming of age, turning fifteen and her parents had begun to set up her with many suitors. She was to mated to one of them in hopes she would become pregnant and produce a powerful heir. However, despite their attempts, her parents could not find a suitor to deal with their strong-willed daughter. Despite her young age and her height, she was quite a fiery and stubborn girl.
Isabella ventured into her own chambers and paused before a large mirror so she could look and admire her own body. Her skin was soft and pale, much like the moonlight with brilliant icy blue eyes to compliment her tone. Her hair reached just past her breasts and was deep, snowy-white color, soft as silk. Reaching her hand up, she combed her fingers through her own hair, enjoying the texture of it. As Isabella began to softly hum to herself and began to gaze upon her developing body. A white, silk dress adorned perfect over her frame, the bottom trailing some across the floor, the top leaving her cleavage exposed as thing straps molded over each shoulder to hold the dress up. A white choker adorned her throat, a silky veil trailing behind from the back of her choker.
There was a sudden commotion that grabbed and yanked at Isabella's attention as she heard the cursing from some guards. She quickly rushed to see what the fuss was about and found her way to the great hall where the throne was. As she approached from a side hall, she spotted her parents sitting there at their throne, her father standing up with a scowl upon his face. He was speaking harshly to someone. Isabella looked over to the guards and a captive. She was taken aback at what she saw. It didn't appear to possess any humanoid traits like they did and she knew what exactly it was, a Beast. Isabella felt her heart skip as she stared upon his magnificent body and frame. Her face was flush as she stared upon him, finding herself lost and sudden desire of want for the Beast.
Her father's nose picked up the scent of his daughter, and he growled at her. Isabella was coming into her first signs and stages of being in heat. Her father clearly did not want her around other males unless they were to be a suitor. For that reason, Isabella had been forbidden to leave the walls of their keep, must to her disapproval. Isabella ignored his growls as she kept her focus upon the captive, unable to look away. Finally she was forced away by some of her servant maids and she frowned disapprovingly before looking back to the Beast. There was a great want and desire in her eyes as she looked upon him. She could hear her father condemning the Beast to imprisonment where he was to be tortured.
She groaned and sighed heavily to herself as she began to walk through the great marble hallways of her parent's keep. She was coming of age, turning fifteen and her parents had begun to set up her with many suitors. She was to mated to one of them in hopes she would become pregnant and produce a powerful heir. However, despite their attempts, her parents could not find a suitor to deal with their strong-willed daughter. Despite her young age and her height, she was quite a fiery and stubborn girl.
Isabella ventured into her own chambers and paused before a large mirror so she could look and admire her own body. Her skin was soft and pale, much like the moonlight with brilliant icy blue eyes to compliment her tone. Her hair reached just past her breasts and was deep, snowy-white color, soft as silk. Reaching her hand up, she combed her fingers through her own hair, enjoying the texture of it. As Isabella began to softly hum to herself and began to gaze upon her developing body. A white, silk dress adorned perfect over her frame, the bottom trailing some across the floor, the top leaving her cleavage exposed as thing straps molded over each shoulder to hold the dress up. A white choker adorned her throat, a silky veil trailing behind from the back of her choker.
There was a sudden commotion that grabbed and yanked at Isabella's attention as she heard the cursing from some guards. She quickly rushed to see what the fuss was about and found her way to the great hall where the throne was. As she approached from a side hall, she spotted her parents sitting there at their throne, her father standing up with a scowl upon his face. He was speaking harshly to someone. Isabella looked over to the guards and a captive. She was taken aback at what she saw. It didn't appear to possess any humanoid traits like they did and she knew what exactly it was, a Beast. Isabella felt her heart skip as she stared upon his magnificent body and frame. Her face was flush as she stared upon him, finding herself lost and sudden desire of want for the Beast.
Her father's nose picked up the scent of his daughter, and he growled at her. Isabella was coming into her first signs and stages of being in heat. Her father clearly did not want her around other males unless they were to be a suitor. For that reason, Isabella had been forbidden to leave the walls of their keep, must to her disapproval. Isabella ignored his growls as she kept her focus upon the captive, unable to look away. Finally she was forced away by some of her servant maids and she frowned disapprovingly before looking back to the Beast. There was a great want and desire in her eyes as she looked upon him. She could hear her father condemning the Beast to imprisonment where he was to be tortured.