Nobela ni Ash Lennox

WRENI didn’t sleep well. The sheets felt heavy and too warm and the room too quiet. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw Mason. His face kept flashing in my mind like a reflection I couldn’t turn away from. The way his eyes looked that day at the beach and the way the wind had caught in his dark hair and that unreadable expression that lingered long after he was gone. It made no sense because I didn’t like him. I didn’t even want to think about him. But there he was again in my dreams standing so close that I could almost feel his breath against my skin.When I finally woke up, I was covered in sweat my heart beating faster than it should have. It took me a while to remember where I was. The room was filled with the pale morning light sneaking through the curtain. I sat up and ran a hand over my face frustrated with myself. I had no reason to dream about Mason. Not when my heart already belonged somewhere else.To Ronan.Just thinking his name made something ache inside me. But lately

WREN He carried me the way people carry things they’re afraid might break. My arms hung loosely around his neck my cheek pressed to his shoulder and his skin still warm and damp against my lips. I could feel his heartbeat under my mouth all deep and steady, a slow rhythm that didn’t match the wild pace still pulsing in my veins.He didn’t say anything. He just held me. The air was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the faint creak of the floorboards under his bare feet. He set me on the counter like I weighed nothing and for a second he just stood there between my knees looking at me the way he always does when he’s thinking too much with his jaw tight, eyes half hidden but soft in a way he doesn’t show anyone else.Whenever he stares at me like this I just remember the times where I’d stalk him working out in the gym. Nothing would have ever set me for this moment here with him in an island for a holiday. Thoroughly fucked and happy to go again forever. “Stay there.” he sa

WREN. My body felt like it had been pulled apart and pieced back together again in ways I couldn’t understand. Every nerve was still vibrating and every muscle sore and trembling yet when Ronan’s weight settled over me I didn’t feel crushed. I felt held. His chest pressed into mine all heavy and hot, his heartbeat still thundering as hard as my own. I let out a shaky breath trying to steady myself but my lips quivered as they brushed his damp shoulder.He shifted not away but down sliding one massive arm beneath my back as if I weighed nothing. His other arm hooked under my knees and before I could even catch my breath he had lifted me entirely off the bed. My head lolled against his chest, my hair sticking to my cheeks with sweat but I didn’t care. He carried me like I was fragile like I was something small and breakable though I wasn’t. Iwasn’t a delicate thing by nature because I was tall and I was strong enough in my own right but in his arms and with his body towering over mi

RONAN. Her body was trembling under my hands every muscle drawn tight as a bowstring. She was right at the edge hovering and broken and desperate for release with her thighs clamped around my head like she could trap me there forever. I could hear her breathing all ragged, torn and pleading and I knew she was seconds away from shattering.This time I didn’t pull away.I buried my mouth against her my tongue flicking hard and relentless over her swollen clit and my fingers curling deep inside her hitting that spot that made her lose all control. She screamed my name her nails clawing bloody crescents into the sheets and her entire body jerking and convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her.Her thighs crushed around my head her hips bucked up wildly but I held her down and forced her to ride every wave of it dragging it out until she was sobbing until she was spent and trembling and utterly ruined. Only then did I lift my head my chin wet and my lips shining with her. I wiped it ac

RONAN. I took my time peeling the rest of the catsuit off her savoring every second of her squirming under my gaze. The zipper hissed as I dragged it lower exposing inch by inch of her flushed trembling body. Her breasts spilled more free nipples hard and aching AND her skin glowing with heat. I let my fingers brush over her thighs, deliberately light before tugging the suit completely off her legs and tossing it aside.“Spread” I growled.She obeyed parting her thighs slowly her gaze locked on me with a mixture of defiance and desperation. I crouched between her knees dragging my palms up the soft inside of her thighs inching closer and closer to the place she wanted me most. Her hips jerked up chasing me and I chuckled low in my chest.“Impatient little kitten” I murmured leaning forward and pressing a single kiss to her inner thigh. She gasped her whole body tighteninh only for me to move to the other thigh repeating the same teasing kiss. I worked my way up leaving a trail of b

RONAN. I kept my hand between her thighs not moving yet just letting the weight of it settle there while her breath hitched against my mouth. She was already soaked with the thin barrier of the catsuit sticking to her like a second skin and I could feel the heat radiating through it. I pressed down just enough to make her jolt and her whole body shivered and a soft gasp escaping before she bit down hard on her lip to muffle it.“Oh, no kitten” I murmured dragging my lips along the edge of her jaw breathing hot against her ear. “Don’t hold it in. I want to hear every sound. Every cry. Every filthy little whimper that spills out when I touch you.”My thumb slid in slow circles over the fabric cruelly light never giving her what she wanted. She twisted in my grip her nails digging into my arm and her body arching up begging silently for more friction. I smirked pulling my hand back completely just to watch the look on her face twist from relief to frustration.“You think you can just

Morgan’s POVThe hall fell silent the moment I stepped in. My cloak was gone. My disguise is gone. I stood before them in full Luna regalia with silk clinging to my curves, the silver crown glinting in my hair. No more shadow games and no more hiding in taverns or forests. Let them see me. Let them know who I was.Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers sharp and quick. The Luna. Our Luna. It was her all along.But my eyes weren’t on them. My eyes were on the three men at the front of the hall from Kaelen, broad and furious, fists clenched. Dorian, sharp eyed and calculating already piecing it together. Ronan, arms crossed, jaw tight his steel gaze locked on me.The men I had taken in the shadows. The men who had fucked me, craved me and worshipped me without ever knowing who I was. Now they knew.“You!” Kaelen growled stepping forward with his chest heaving. “It was you.”Dorian’s lips curled in a smirk though his eyes burned. “I should have known. Only you would dare.”Ronan said

Morgan’s POVThe tavern was thick with smoke and sweat loud with laughter tankards slamming against wood and rhe smell of roasted meat and ale heavy in the air. I slipped inside like I belonged cloak drawn low over my face just another shadow among many but I wasn’t here for ale. I was here for him.Ronan.The rumors had spread fast that a war general visiting the border, ruthless, unbending and feared not just by his enemies but by his own men. They said he’d broken wolves with his bare hands, men twice his size women who thought they could tame him. And they said no one ever left his bed the same.When I spotted him, I knew every whisper had been true. Broad shoulders stretched his leather armor his dark hair cropped short, his jaw hard his eyes like steel. He sat at the head of a table, boots braced wide, a tankard in one hand his men laughing and jostling around him. He didn’t laugh. He only watched like a predator at ease in his den.And then he saw me.It was like a spear throug

Morgan’s POVAll so I could “stumble” upon him. Dorian.I heard him before I saw him the crunch of boots over leaves steady. When he emerged from the shadows my pulse jumped. Taller than Kaelen but leaner but no less powerful, his body was all coiled strength and predatory grace. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his jaw rough with stubble and there was a scar that ran from his cheekbone down toward his mouth giving him the look of a wolf who’d seen too many battles and won them all.“What’s a little lamb doing in wolf country?” His voice was low edged with suspicion cutting straight through my act. His eyes flicked over me, sharp as a blade and I knew instantly he wasn’t fooled.“I… I got lost,” I whispered clutching the lantern to my chest trying to look timid. But he stepped closer, too close his hand shooting out to grab my wrist. In one swift motion my back hit the rough bark of a tree, his body caging me in, heat radiating from him even through the night air.“You’re no villag

Morgan’s POVThe forge was hotter than hell itself even before I stepped inside, the heat rolled over me in waves and the clang of metal ringing like a heartbeat that pulled me closer. Sparks flew in bursts of orange and gold showering the dim space with flickers of light and there he was Kaelen. His broad back gleamed with sweat muscles flexing with every strike of the hammer. He worked bare-chested, the fire painting his skin in bronze veins bulging along his forearms as though the strength inside him was too much for his body to contain. My mouth went dry just watching him remembering every grunt and growl I’d heard when he fucked that girl senseless on this very bench.I clutched the dagger tighter my excuse to be here. “I need this repaired” He turned and for a moment those dark eyes swept over me lingering on the cloak that hid my figure before dragging down to my hands. His gaze sharpened like the blade he held.“A dagger like that shouldn’t break unless the hand holding it

Morgan’s POVI had worn the mask for so long that sometimes I forgot what it felt like to be a woman, to have a body that ached and pulse and burned in ways no crown or throne could ever soothe. They called me Luna still even after I sent him away. The Alpha who used to be my husband the man who spread himself across every bed in the pack except mine. I divorced him yet I kept my title because I gave the pack more than he ever did. I bled for them and built them up and led them with iron and tenderness. But when night fell and the halls grew silent, the demons inside me clawed and screamed. I was untouched and very starved. A Luna with a crown of power but a body begging to be ruined.It was that hunger that carried me through the village streets in disguise with cloak drawn low and hood shadowing my face. I told myself I was just observing just curious but even my own lies could not smother the heat between my thighs. I wasn’t here for politics or diplomacy. I was here to watch

Bella. I thought it was over. That Marco had finished his brutal claiming and that the sight of his men groaning and spilling their lust across the concrete floor would be the end of it. My body was still trembling ans still quaking with aftershocks when he held me pinned to the hood of the SUV his cock buried deep inside me amd his chest pressed hard against my heaving breasts.But Marco wasn’t finished.His head lifted dark eyes gleaming with something sharper than lust like a cruel possessive fire. He looked at his men every single one of them breathless, fists slick, their cocks still twitching still needy even after release.“On your knees” he barked.The sound of boots scuffing against concrete filled the garage. Every single one of them dropped with rifles still slung across their shoulders but their eyes never leaving me.Marco leaned back just slightly still keeping me stretched full and his hand sliding down to press against my swollen messy pussy where his cum was already