FAZER LOGINKade's POV:I wanted to do more to her, but I was holding myself back. Every instinct screamed at me to take, to mark, to claim, yet the human part of me hesitated, terrified of the raw power vibrating beneath my skin. But the moment she uttered those words, those soft, breathless syllables that hung in the air between us, everything changed. “You have to try more than that,” The way she said it like she was taunting me made the fragile thread of my restraint to snap. My wolf, a beast I had kept caged for so long, threatened to break free, to surge forward and claim her as ours.My gaze dropped from her eyes to the delicate column of her neck. It was bare. Too bare. The smooth, pale skin seemed to scream for my mark, for the physical evidence of my ownership. It should have my bite, my scent, my claim etched into its surface. Just the thought of that, of my teeth sinking into that soft flesh, of my saliva mingling with her blood, made me give in to my wolf completely. There was so
Alora’s POV:My hands rested against his chest as I tried to push him away, but the effort faltered before it even began. There was no strength behind it, no real intention. Instead of creating distance, my fingers curled into his shirt, bunching the fabric as I pulled him closer.I wanted this.That truth settled heavily in my chest, undeniable now. I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t feel it, that pull, that sharp, insistent bond tightening every time he came near. Fighting it had only made it worse, stretching me thin, leaving me restless and raw.Maybe if I gave in… just once… it would quiet.Maybe the tension would finally break.One time wouldn’t hurt.No one would know.My eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed mine, soft at first, almost hesitant, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The moment stretched, then snapped, and suddenly the kiss deepened, turning urgent, hungry. My breath hitched as his mouth moved against mine with a kind of quiet intensity that made my chest ti
Alora's POV: The crimson hue of his eyes sent a jolt straight through me as if warning me to retreat, to run, to shield myself from the danger emanating off him in waves. Yet, despite the fear bubbling within me, it wasn’t enough to extinguish the magnetic pull I felt toward him. Even in this volatile state, he was devastatingly handsome, his features sharp and commanding, exuding an energy that simultaneously terrified and enthralled me. I should have been shrinking back, begging to disappear into the thin leather seat beneath me. But instead, every fiber of my being strained toward him with a need I couldn’t resist. I wanted him. I hated how much I wanted him. The sound of his seat shifting broke the crackling silence between us. My eyes darted to him, he’d leaned his seat back, his broad figure moving with a predatory grace as he slid from the driver’s seat and circled the car. My breath hitched. His slow movements carried the promise of something inevitable, something ine
Kade’s POV:She paused beside the car, her hand resting lightly on the door as her eyes swept over me, like she was trying to figure out if I was worth the trouble. There was something distant in that look, something that hadn’t been there before, and it unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.“I’ll take you to school,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It’s not safe for you.”“Don’t worry about me. I can manage,” she replied, her tone flat.“I can’t just leave you like this until I understand what’s going on,” I pressed, stepping a little closer. “You haven’t told anyone what happened.”She let out a soft, humorless scoff, finally meeting my eyes. “Am I supposed to believe you care about me?”The question hit harder than I expected, and for a second, I had nothing to say. The space between us stretched, thick with tension, filled only by the faint hum of the morning and the distant sound of passing cars.“My father put us in charge of you,” I said eventually, though even to my own
Kade’s POV:Morning came quietly, but it didn’t feel peaceful. The kind of quiet that settled over the house wasn’t the comforting sort poppit pressed in, heavy and watchful, like something waiting to crack. Pale sunlight filtered through the tall windows, stretching across the polished floors in long, golden strips, but even that warmth couldn’t shake the tension clinging to my skin.I’d been awake long before the rest of them. Sleep hadn’t come easily, not with the same thought circling my mind over and over again, Alora. Where she had been, what had happened, and why she had shut us everyone out?By the time I made my way to the dining room, the scent of food lingered in the air—fresh bread, something savory, and strong coffee, but it did little to settle the restless energy coiling inside me.Keziah and Thorne were already seated at the table.Keziah sat straight-backed, composed as always, his attention fixed on his plate like nothing in the world could disrupt his focus. Thorne,
Alora’s POV:I woke slowly, like something reluctant to return to the surface, and for a few seconds I did nothing but stare at the ceiling above me.“You’re awake, Alora.”Betty’s voice cut gently through the haze. I turned my head, my neck stiff, and found her seated beside me, her hands folded in her lap as though she had been waiting for this exact moment.“I will go inform the Alphas,” she added quickly, already rising.My hand shot out before I could think it through, fingers wrapping around her wrist. “I want to be alone.”She paused, glancing down at me, uncertainty flickering across her face. “But they said I should inform them if you wake up.”“You can,” I said, my voice quieter now but firm. “Just… tell them I want to be alone.”Betty hesitated, clearly torn between duty and whatever she saw in my expression. “I should call the doctor, then.”“No, I’m good,” I replied, forcing a steadiness I didn’t feel. My body still felt strange, like it belonged to someone else, but that
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







