CHAPTER 474: THE WOLF’S BRIDE

The training hall smelled of sweat, steel, and sex.

Time had slipped away after the spar. Anya lay sprawled on her back across the padded mat, her strapless dress thrown aside, skin glistening in the dim light.

Her pale thighs were splayed open like a broken doll, her sticky petals still twitching with the aftershocks of release, oozing a heavy stream of white that pooled onto the mats beneath her.

Anya’s chest slowly rose and fell in a lazy rhythm, lips parted and lipstick smeared. Every tremor that ran down her spine made her whimper softly, as if her body still hadn’t recovered from Nikolai’s brutal "lesson."

Nikolai sat naked while wiping his face with a discarded towel.

His black aura simmered faintly, restless even in the respite, but his gaze lingered on Anya’s limp body. She looked wrecked, broken down and erotic. The faint, blissful smile clinging to her lips spoke of satisfaction and something darker and more interesting.

An addiction.

The door creaked.

Nikolai tilted his head, sharp senses already catching the familiar scent of red and black before the woman even stepped through.

Leona.

Her silhouette filled the doorway, haloed by the corridor light.

She wore a skin-tight black training outfit that hugged every curve of her body, and the soft sway of her orange hair was tied back into a sharp ponytail. In one hand, she carried a bundle of rags and cleaning supplies. The other rested casually on the frame, but her eyes were sharp, green irises glowing faintly.

Her gaze swept across the hall and landed on Anya.

For a heartbeat, Nikolai sensed danger in the silent atmosphere.

The vampire lay sprawled with her legs wide like a frog, dripping and ruined, her breasts rising and falling under the weight of exhaustion.

Leona’s long and weary sigh broke the quiet.

"You not only beat her," she said flatly, stepping inside, "but did you have to fuck her brains out. The poor girl’s going to be broken..."

Nikolai curled his lips into a wolfish grin. "Haha. Why do your words sound concerned, but I only hear jealousy?"

Leona didn’t answer at first.

She set the cleaning goods down on the bench with careful precision, her combat suit squeaking against her thighs as she walked closer. Then looked at him and locked on him, sharp as blades.

"...You reek of her," she murmured finally, kneeling beside Anya’s limp body.

Before Nikolai could quip back, Leona leaned down, her hand sliding along Anya’s thigh with an almost clinical grace. She wiped gently, dragging her fingers through the mess dripping from the vampire’s swollen crevice. A gooey white mess clung to her fingertips, thick and warm.

Leona lifted it slowly to her lips.

Her tongue traced across her skin before she sucked her fingers clean, eyes closing briefly.

A hum escaped her throat.

Then she swallowed, tilting her head toward Nikolai with a sharp smile.

"What a waste of your precious seed."

"..."

"But first, let me deal with that mess... she’s leaking all over..." Leona wiped along Anya’s crotch, scooping the gooey white cream into her mouth. "What a waste of your precious seed."

Nikolai smirked, watching her tongue drag slowly across her lips after she swallowed.

"A jealous wife, cleaning up her rival. How poetic."

Leona’s eyes flicked to him with a sharp glint. "Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not cleaning her because of jealousy. I’m making sure she doesn’t waste such a delicious and priceless thing... this helps us grow stronger."

"Mm. And here I thought you just liked the taste." His grin widened, wolfish.

Leona tossed the rag into the basket, ignoring his jab, but her ears twitched, betraying the heat rising in her. "No sex for a week."

Nikolai’s grin sharpened. "You’re dangerous when you act like that."

Leona stood fluidly, stepping back onto the mat, her hands reaching for the weapon rack. She plucked a pair of daggers free, spinning them before gripping both tight.

The blades gleamed beneath the fluorescent lights as she nodded happily.

When she turned to face him, a strange aura exploded from her body, surging to a height he had only faced in the arena.

However, it was different... sharp, controlled and heavy.

Nikolai rose slowly, tossing aside the towel, his bare chest gleaming with sweat. "Are you sure, the baby..."

He didn’t realise until this moment...

Leona wasn’t weak.

Her lips curved into a smirk. "You know superhumans aren’t the same. Even if someone shot my stomach, the child would survive." Her eyes narrowed, playful and defiant. "So stop treating me like glass."

"After all, someone needs to help beat you into shape, right?"

His smirk softened, forming a sneer as she twirled the daggers. His heart thumped in his chest; excitement and challenge found him. Leona could give him something that Anya and Ryan couldn’t.

Danger.

Challenge.

The air between them trembled.

"Let’s train, darling," she whispered, daggers raised.

The moment Leona took a stance, the surface of her daggers glinted with wind, and her ears and tail grew longer, and the graceful beauty became a fierce huntress.

She adjusted her daggers, twirling them in each hand before she stepped barefoot onto the mat. Her body was taut in the training outfit, every curve wrapped tight in black, her muscles shifting fluidly beneath her skin.

Nikolai tilted his head, amused. "Darling, you look ready to kill me."

"I’m ready to remind you who your wife is," she replied, voice low but steady.

Her aura burst outward again, stronger than before. Green light twisted into the air. It was sharp, focused, nothing like the raw storm Anya had conjured earlier. This was honed power, years of training fused with the bond of her bloodline.

For the first time since entering the training hall, Nikolai blinked in genuine surprise. "Elder-level...?" His smile widened, excitement flickering in his black eyes. "Since when did you start hiding this from me?"

Leona raised a brow. "Since I’m tired of being treated like the fragile maiden. You’re not the only monster in this marriage, Nikolai."

His heart thudded once in his chest in surprise.

A rare thrill ran through his veins as the wolf inside him howled in approval. He stretched his shoulders, claws extending, while pouring aura into his limbs.

"Then come. Show me what my wife is capable of."

Leona didn’t hesitate.

Her body twirled through the air, darting towards him, faster than Anya, as fast as Madoka! Leona cut through his aura, both daggers flashing like twin streaks of moonlight, one aimed for his throat, the other for his gut.

Clang!

Nikolai’s claws caught both blades, sparks crackling as metal scraped against hardened bone. The shockwave of their clash rattled the racks along the wall and threw Anya’s body over onto her face.

Like small flames, her green eyes blazed. "Surprised?"

"THRILLED!" He admitted, shoving her back with a snarl, this wasn’t what he imagined, but it was a delightful miscalculation. Leona... his wife was strong enough to trigger that sweet, seductive feeling. The intoxicating heat came from fighting a powerful enemy.

She flipped mid-air, landing in a crouch, daggers raised again.

"I must admit I regret not doing this sooner." Leona’s lips quivered, her fangs showing as her cheeks blushed bright red. "I have never been this aroused in my life." She added, before vanishing into a gust of wind.

Woosh!

Leona lunged again, this time feinting high, her left blade whistling toward his eye before snapping low, her right slicing for his thigh. Nikolai moved with her, countering with a knee that sent the strike glancing off course.

However, Leona twisted with the momentum, sliding under him, and smashed her heel against the back of his leg.

He grunted, staggered for the first time all night.

"Leona!"

"What!?"

"I Love you!"

His hand blurred, claws raking through the air where she had been a heartbeat ago. She rolled, daggers flashing, catching his strike and turning it into a lock that pushed her close, chest against chest.

Their breaths mingled, hot and sharp.

Leona smirked, teeth flashing. "Still think I’m jealous?"

Nikolai’s grin stretched wider. "I think you’re insane. And I love it."

With a twist, he shoved her back, both of them sliding across the mat, the air trembling from the weight of their clashing auras.

"Ah~ I love you too Nikolai!"

Their voices echoed in the training hall, more savage than tender, but real in their own way. Sparks hissed from every clash of claw and steel, the air vibrating with their laughter and arousal.

Anya groaned from the mat, half-conscious, but even she couldn’t look away from the feral affection blazing between them. Clara’s wings fluttered, her lips parting as though she’d stumbled into a scene far too raw, far too alive.

Leona’s daggers shimmered again, carving green arcs of light.

Nikolai’s aura pulsed back in answer, thick and restless.

Husband and wife circled, two predators drunk on love and violence.

"Come on, darling," she whispered, licking her lips. "Show me why every woman you meet is dying to spread their legs and accept your seed!"

Nikolai’s claws gleamed. "Only if you survive the night."

And then they collided again.