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Seconds seemed like hours as I awaited my mate's explanation of what was going on. Eventually, he spoke up, and the audacity he had—to smirk at me— “I called Harriet over so she could get your make-over done. She is the best in her field and also a friend I trust,” he made clear, yet I am still muddled.“Why would I need a make-over in the first place?” I ask the first question that comes to my mind. “Because we are going to the New Age Pack house for dinner,” he mutters, staring at me. And in that moment—I am stumped. He drops the bomb right on me. “You can not be serious…..” I manage to retort, as tension gradually begins to rise in the room, regardless of the hard expression on his face. “You know damn well I'm not good with jokes.” “But Dylan… I… I don't think I'm ready to meet them yet. I need more time,” my voice trembles, fragile with dread. “It is time, Kara. I do not wish to proceed with this concealment. I need my Luna by my side.” “What about how I feel, uh?
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Finally, the car slowed to a stop, the low hum of the engine fading into silence. We had arrived.Despite Dylan’s comforting presence beside me, my stomach coiled with nerves. The last time I stepped foot on this estate, it was for an engagement party—an event that had ended in humiliation and whispers. I guessed the wedding was officially off now.Dylan’s hand found mine, his grip firm and grounding. He didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to. We stepped out into the chilled evening, and the sight of the mansion came into view. A sprawling estate of stone and glass, its windows glowed with warm light, casting soft shadows across the manicured hedges and marble columns. The scent of roses and pine drifted through the crisp air, mixing with the faint aroma of wood smoke from the distant chimneys.Before we reached the grand oak doors, they opened for us. A young woman in a crisp black-and-white maid uniform stood there, her eyes lowered in respect.“Welcome, Alpha. Welcome, Luna.”Luna?
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Dylan guided me out into the garden, our footsteps crunching lightly over a stone path lined with dew-soaked grass. The early sun bathed the garden in a soft, golden hue, but the energy around him was anything but calm. His grip on my hand was firm, his aura simmering with restrained anger. I felt it pulsing off him, thick in the air.We stopped before an old, ivy-covered wooden door nestled between two arching hedges. Without a word, he pushed it open, gently tugging me inside. The scent of earth and jasmine wrapped around us like a welcome home.The moment I stepped in, my breath caught.“Dylan…” My voice was a hushed gasp. “This is… this is stunning.”A glass greenhouse stretched before me, bathed in natural light. Hanging planters overflowed with delicate vines, orchids danced along the corners, and rose bushes bloomed in neat rows along the stone path that wound through the center. Soft music, like wind chimes and rustling leaves, seemed to echo off the walls. “It belonged to m
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The scent hit me first. Cedarwood—warm and sharp—cutting through the artificial gloss of cologne and perfume that filled the hall. But it wasn’t just that. Beneath it, a thread of something raw and wild curled into my lungs. And then I saw him.He walked through the double doors like the room belonged to him, dressed in black-on-black—his collared shirt rolled up to his forearms, revealing the ink etched into his skin like it had been branded by fire and fury. Every step was precise, deliberate, as though he was stalking prey.Me.Conversations stalled. Heads turned. A ripple of tension spread across the room like a slow-moving storm. But I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My heart stammered against my ribs, caught between fear and the kind of desire that set bones on fire.In one breathless moment, he was in front of me.Dylan didn’t speak. Didn’t ask.He yanked me from my chair like I was his to claim—and kissed me.Right there. In front of the entire table. In front of the world.His mouth
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Two days had passed since that night on Dylan’s balcony—the night when my body had said yes while my soul screamed not yet. He hadn’t pressured me since, hadn’t even brought it up, but the silence between us buzzed with things unsaid. And I knew—I knew—I couldn’t run from the truth forever. I needed to tell him soon. Before it unraveled everything.“Kara, you need to tell him,” Kelly said, holding up a sleek satin gown against my frame. “Before it’s too late.”We were dress-shopping for the ceremony, but her eyes weren’t on the rack—they were locked on me, sharp with concern.“I know,” I murmured, fingers brushing over a velvet hemline. “I just... I’m scared. What if he looks at me differently? What if he doesn’t *want* me after he knows?”Kelly raised a perfectly arched brow. “Kara, denying a man who’s obviously head-over-heels obsessed with you? Dangerous move. Dylan’s patient—but not forever patient. Tell him now or risk losing him.”Her words struck deep. She was right. Every day
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“We have gathered here today to witness history,” Old Man Gasper began, his deep voice ringing through the grand ceremonial hall like a war drum. “The Moon Goddess has proven once again why she is the deity of the wolves.”Silence fell like a veil over the vast, candlelit chamber. Not even a whisper dared interrupt the weight of the moment. The flickering flames cast golden shadows on the stone walls, and above us, the crescent window bathed the room in ethereal silver light.“Tonight,” Gasper continued, “we recognize the chosen one for my son, Dylan. Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and welcome my son and daughter to the stage.”A wave of thunderous applause surged through the room as Dylan reached for my hand. His touch was warm—firm—but it did little to calm the chaos twisting in my stomach. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird.We walked together up the velvet-draped steps, a thousand eyes glued to our every move. I lifted my chin, pretending calm, but my gaze wa
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Dylan’s POVWe ran for what felt like hours, the forest blurring past in streaks of green and shadow as our wolves moved in sync. Kara’s brown Wolf shimmered beneath the moonlight, fast and wild, her energy reckless and free. I couldn’t stop glancing at her. The way she moved—it was like watching a part of me I never knew I’d lost. Our paws hit the ground in perfect rhythm, hearts syncing through the bond we now shared.She howled once, and I howled back, and fuck if that didn’t echo right through my chest.But eventually, her pace faltered.She slowed, then stopped completely, her chest rising and falling as she shifted back into her human form—naked, trembling, and visibly spent. Her legs gave out before she could even say a word.I caught her before she hit the ground.Kara was still breathing hard, strands of damp hair clinging to her face. Her body sagged into mine, exhausted. “First time running that long?” I asked softly, brushing her hair back.She nodded faintly. “I didn’t
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His grip tightened on my wrist, and without a word, I followed.Not because I wanted to.Because his touch felt like a chain to something inside me I wasn’t ready to sever.We stepped out into the quiet hall, footsteps echoing against the marble floor. The tension between us—thick, raw, buzzing with restrained fury—crackled in the silence like lightning before a storm.And then, without warning, Dylan threw me over his shoulder.“What the hell, Dylan! Put me down!” I screamed, pounding my fists against his back. My voice ricocheted down the corridor, but he didn’t flinch. Not even a pause.“Dylan, I swear—!”He smacked my ass.I gasped.The sting burned through the thin fabric of my dress, and so did the heat pooling low in my belly. Bastard.I barely caught sight of where he was taking me—spiraling stairs, cold stone walls, shadowed hallways laced with distant murmurs and flickering sconces—until we reached a tall wooden door. He kicked it open, stalked in like a storm, and finally
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Kara’s povThe tension in the hall was already sharp, like the air just before a thunderstorm. You could feel it crackling between bodies, across gazes. Theon stood facing Dylan, his voice slicing right through the quiet like a knife.“I still stand by what I said,” he announced, calm but cocky. His voice echoed through the wide hall as he took a slow step forward. “If anyone’s going to fight, it should be Kara. Not Dylan.”My fingers curled against the cool velvet of my seat. A tightness gripped my chest, but I said nothing. Not yet.Dylan was on his feet before the room could even react, a growl rumbling low from his chest, deep and dangerous. Every part of him screamed *threat*. He was barely holding it together, jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack.But Theon didn’t flinch. Not even when Dylan’s aura rolled through the room like a stormcloud ready to burst.Then Nia stood beside her mate. Of course she did.She smoothed a hand down her dress, her chin tilted high a
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DYLAN’S POVThe entire ride, I felt her curiosity. It wasn’t just a flicker—it stormed through the mate bond like a hurricane slamming into my chest. One of the twisted gifts of the bite—your mate’s emotions become yours. There’s no filter, no distance. And Kara? She was a whirlwind.Anxiety, hesitation, confusion. They rolled off her in violent waves, choking the air inside the car. I reached for her hand, silently grounding her. When the pack house finally came into view—tall, grey, and looming like a fortress against the cold skies—she turned to me, voice soft and unsure. “Dylan…”I met her gaze briefly, my hand tightening around the steering wheel before I spoke. “Relax, babe. You have to face them one way or another.”My tone was calm, collected—but the wild flicker of fear in her eyes told me my words had done nothing to soothe her. Her lip trembled slightly, and she looked away.“I don’t think I’m ready yet…” she whispered. Her voice cracked, and that was it. My wolf stirre
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Kara’s POVFor a fleeting moment, I imagined it was all a dream. A sweet, sinful fantasy spun from my deepest desires. But then his fingers drew lazy circles across my skin, waking every nerve ending alive with want. His breath fanned over my shoulder, hot and possessive. And the ache between my thighs—the sweet, sore throb—was proof of what we now shared.“Good morning, baby,” his voice rumbled low, like warm velvet in the quiet room.My lips curled into a soft smile as I turned to face him, heart fluttering. His eyes were gentle this morning, glowing with something softer than lust.“How do you feel?”“I feel... different.” I snuggled closer into his warmth, breathing him in.He pressed a kiss to my hair, tugging me into his chest like he never wanted to let go. I didn't mind. I wanted to drown in him.“Last night,” he whispered, “was the best I’ve had in years.” His chuckle was deep, raw, unfiltered.My heart skipped, knowing he meant it. His gaze fell to my neck where his mark la
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Dylan's POVThe night air was cool, but she burned against me.Kara sobbed in my arms, her face buried in my chest, and I held her like she was all that tethered me to the earth. Her tears soaked through my shirt, but I didn’t care—I’d let her cry for hours if that’s what she needed. She was safe now. And I’d make damn sure she stayed that way.Minutes passed. The silence was broken only by the steady hum of the city outside the window and the soft, broken breaths she released against my skin. Eventually, she pulled back just enough to look up at me, her lashes wet, her eyes glistening like the sea after a storm.God, those blue eyes could ruin me.We sank down onto the mattress together. She curled into my side, her body small and fragile in the massive bed. I pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, the gesture more sacred than I expected it to be. My fingers ran gently through her hair as she found her breath.“How did you know?” she asked quietly, her voice hoarse.I explained it
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Author’s POVThe moment Tiffany’s smug smirk faltered under the weight of Old Man Gasper’s fury, the entire hall seemed to hold its breath.“Guards, seize her and throw her into the old cells!” Gasper thundered, his voice reverberating off the high stone walls of the banquet hall. His hand shot out, fingers curled like claws as he pointed directly at Tiffany, eyes ablaze with barely restrained rage.Two guards moved immediately, their boots echoing across the marble floor as they seized her by the arms.“You can’t do this!” Tiffany shrieked, struggling against their grip, her once-perfect curls now wild around her flushed face. “I was doing the right thing! I showed them the truth about that bitch you’re parading around as Luna!”Her voice cut through the murmurs rising like smoke from the stunned crowd. But the fury in her words only fanned the flames of judgment, disgust, and whispered accusations now flooding the space.“Theon!” she cried out, thrashing. “Tell him! This is wrong!”
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“We have gathered here today to witness history,” Old Man Gasper began, his deep voice ringing through the grand ceremonial hall like a war drum. “The Moon Goddess has proven once again why she is the deity of the wolves.”Silence fell like a veil over the vast, candlelit chamber. Not even a whisper dared interrupt the weight of the moment. The flickering flames cast golden shadows on the stone walls, and above us, the crescent window bathed the room in ethereal silver light.“Tonight,” Gasper continued, “we recognize the chosen one for my son, Dylan. Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and welcome my son and daughter to the stage.”A wave of thunderous applause surged through the room as Dylan reached for my hand. His touch was warm—firm—but it did little to calm the chaos twisting in my stomach. My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird.We walked together up the velvet-draped steps, a thousand eyes glued to our every move. I lifted my chin, pretending calm, but my gaze wa
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Two days had passed since that night on Dylan’s balcony—the night when my body had said yes while my soul screamed not yet. He hadn’t pressured me since, hadn’t even brought it up, but the silence between us buzzed with things unsaid. And I knew—I knew—I couldn’t run from the truth forever. I needed to tell him soon. Before it unraveled everything.“Kara, you need to tell him,” Kelly said, holding up a sleek satin gown against my frame. “Before it’s too late.”We were dress-shopping for the ceremony, but her eyes weren’t on the rack—they were locked on me, sharp with concern.“I know,” I murmured, fingers brushing over a velvet hemline. “I just... I’m scared. What if he looks at me differently? What if he doesn’t *want* me after he knows?”Kelly raised a perfectly arched brow. “Kara, denying a man who’s obviously head-over-heels obsessed with you? Dangerous move. Dylan’s patient—but not forever patient. Tell him now or risk losing him.”Her words struck deep. She was right. Every day
