Mag-log inAlora’s POV:The silence of the room rushed back in, but it was a different kind of silence now. It was heavy with the echo of his presence, thick with the lingering scent of his skin and the faint, musky aroma of our combined desire. I let out a long, shuddering breath I hadn't realized I was holding, my lungs burning for air. A flush spread across my cheeks, a heat that had nothing to do with the room's temperature and everything to do with the memory of his mouth on me, the devastating pleasure he had wrought from my body.I rolled onto my side, the cool sheets a welcome contrast to my overheated skin, and then onto my back, a restless energy humming beneath my surface. I turned side to side, unable to find a position that could contain the electricity still buzzing through my veins. My fingers traced the path of his kisses on my stomach, the phantom sensation making me shiver. A soft, breathless sound escaped my lips, a sigh that was part relief, part wonder. I pressed my thigh
Alora’s POV:The anticipation was a living thing, a coiled tension in my belly that tightened with every second that passed. Kade’s gaze was locked on mine, dark and intense, as he slowly lowered himself. The bed dipped under his weight, and the air between us grew thick, heavy with the scent of our arousal.As soon as his mouth made contact with my most intimate place, a jolt of electricity shot through my body, so powerful it stole my breath. It wasn't just a touch, it was a claim. The sensation was overwhelming, a shock of heat and wetness that made my mind go blank. My body reacted instantly, a violent shudder racking my frame from head to toe. My hands flew to the sheets, gripping the fabric as if it were the only thing anchoring me to the earth.He didn't hesitate. His tongue, hot and velvety, licked a slow, deliberate stripe up my center, and a sound escaped my throat, a choked gasp that was half-plea, half-prayer. My brain short-circuited. There were no thoughts, no words, onl
Alora’s POV:I couldn't stop him, especially not after hearing his explanation. The sincerity in his voice, the way he had cupped my cheeks and called me beautiful, had dismantled the walls I had built around my hurt. I wanted this. I wanted him. So I didn't fight back. I didn't pull away. I kissed him back with a hunger that surprised even me, our tongues intertwining in a fierce, desperate dance. It wasn't a gentle exploration; it was a battle for dominance, a raw, unspoken agreement to erase everything that had happened tonight except for this moment.The kiss was wet and messy, filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths and the soft, slick slide of our mouths against each other. It became aggressive quickly, a clash of teeth and lips, a claiming that left no room for doubt. I could hear the sound of my own breathing, sharp and shallow in the quiet room, but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of him against me, the heat of his mouth, the taste of
Kade’s POV:The moment the door clicked shut behind me, the air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an electricity that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Seeing her up close like this, isolated in the quiet intimacy of her bedroom, brought back the same fierce, primal feeling I had been trying to control since earlier today. It was a current that ran beneath my skin, a low hum that threatened to become a roar.She stood before me, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and the sight stole the breath from my lungs. The crimson short nightgown she wore was a slash of vibrant color against the pale tones of the room, and it clung to her form in a way that was both elegant and devastatingly sensual. The silk skimmed over the gentle swell of her hips, outlining the curve of her waist before flaring slightly. The fabric was thin, teasing, and it offered a tantalizing glimpse of the smooth skin of her thighs, long and lean, before the hemline cut off the view.My gaz
Alora’s POV:I reached my room and slammed the door behind me, the heavy wood vibrating in its frame. The sound echoed the turmoil inside my chest, a chaotic storm of hurt and humiliation. I leaned my forehead against the cool surface, closing my eyes, but the silence did little to quiet the noise in my mind.Keziah’s voice remained, a cruel echo that refused to fade. His words cut through my thoughts like a serrated blade, each syllable leaving a fresh wound. Filthy. Slave. Lowly. The insults replayed on a loop, sharp and jagged, tearing at the fragile composure I had fought so hard to maintain in the dining room. I could still feel the phantom heat of his breath on my neck, the whispered venom that had sent shivers of revulsion down my spine.But it wasn’t just Keziah. It was Kade.His face flashed in my memory, his eyes dark and unreadable as he pulled away from me in the car, rejecting my touch in the middle of what felt like a moment of connection. The memory was a fresh ache,
Alora’s POV:“Of course, I am okay,” I replied, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. I forced a casual shrug, though my shoulders felt tight as coiled wire. “Why wouldn’t I be?”Keziah didn’t blink. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin, his eyes cold and calculating. He looked at me not as a person, but as a problem to be solved, or perhaps, an eyesore to be removed.“It’s bad manners to talk while eating,” he said, his voice low and deceptively calm, cutting through the quiet room like a scalpel. “As a Luna, you should know that. Oh, I forgot,” he added, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “You’re just a lowly slave.”The words didn’t just land; they detonated. They hit the fragile shield I had built around myself and shattered it into a thousand jagged pieces. I felt the impact deep in my chest, a physical blow that stole my breath. His tone was laced with a venom so pure, it was almost poetic in its cruelty.“What’s so wrong about being a slave?” I mutte
Luna Sabrina's POV:I paced up and down my room, my heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor as waves of anger coursed through me. Her face, the face I despised above all others, kept replaying in my mind like a haunting melody I couldn’t escape. Her eyes, her confident demeanor, h
Thorne’s POV:Staring at her, touching her, feeling those sparks that always sent my wolf into a frenzy—it was unbearable. I couldn’t help but seethe internally, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. How could something so fragile, so beautiful, ignite such chaos within me? I was barely holdin
Alora’s POV:Just then, Kade brought his hand to my face, his warm touch sending a jolt of electricity cascading through my skin. The sensation caught me off guard, making me flinch, yet his touch had an odd effect. It was soothing, calming the storm of emotions that had been raging within me. For
Alora’s POV:After slipping into the bathroom, I let the warm water cascade over my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and fatigue. The scent of lavender soap filled the small, steamy space as I lathered it across my body, the bubbles glistening like tiny pearls.I







