Masuk🪷ISORA🪷I left Asher's room and walked back to the Alpha quarter with my heart beating wildly. My best friend was going to kill Adrian, and now I would have to stop it. The thought made my stomach turn and my chest ache and my head spin in a way that had nothing to do with the bond.How did I go from wanting to kill the enemy to actually needing to protect him? Four years of telling myself that his death would bring me peace. And now I was walking through the hallways of his pack, wearing clothes he had given me, trying to figure out how to keep him alive.I entered the Alpha quarter and went straight to his study. The door was closed, and I could hear low voices inside. Garrick was with him. I knocked twice."Come in." His voice came out bored from inside.Typical Adrian. Always not using energy to talk. Always sounding like he was tired of everything and everyone, like nothing in the world was interesting enough to make him raise his voice.I pushed the door open and stepped insid
🐺ADRIAN🐺I left Isora in bed sleeping this morning. She was curled on her side, her hand tucked under the pillow, her lips slightly parted. I stood there for a moment longer than I should have, watching the rise and fall of her chest, before I forced myself to walk out the door.I went to the healer first. The old wolf unwrapped the bandages on my chest and examined the wounds underneath. The wolfsbane was still in my system, he said, still burning through my veins, still slowing the healing. He applied a fresh poultice and wrapped me up again, muttering about stubborn Alphas who did not know how to rest. I did not respond. I just buttoned my shirt and walked to the meeting room."So what are you suggesting I do?" I asked Elder Voss.He was sitting at the long table with the other elders, his hands folded in front of him, his back straight. Esmeralda's father had always been a patient man, the kind who waited for the right moment to strike. He had been waiting for years. Now he thou
🪷ISORA🪷I woke up to an empty bed.The space beside me was cool, which meant he had been gone long enough for the warmth to leave, and I lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling and listening to the quiet of his quarters and thinking about what I had asked him last night.I pressed both hands over my face.I could not believe I asked the Alpha why he stopped last night. The words kept playing in my head over and over, and every time they did, my face got hot and my stomach flipped. What was I thinking? I was not thinking. That was the problem. Even without Kira talking to me, she was still flooding my system with her heat, making me want things I had no business wanting from a man I was supposed to kill.I got up.I made the bed with the automatic efficiency of someone who has been doing small domestic tasks in someone else's space for long enough that the motions are muscle memory, then moved through the room straightening what needed straightening, moved into the study and di
🐺ADRIAN🐺Concentrating on the reports while Isora was looking at me like that was hard. She was sitting across the table wearing my shirt, my shorts, her hair still damp from the bath, and she kept looking at me like I was some kind of snack. Every time I tried to focus on the words on the page, I could feel her eyes on my face, on my hands, on my chest. Her heartbeat was loud from across the room, fast and uneven, and I did not need a bond to hear it."I am the one looking at her like a fucking dessert." Killian commented in my head, and I felt him stretch and yawn like he had just woken up from a long nap."Nice of you to finally show up after that long silence." I snapped back at him."I will dignify that with a response when you figure out what went wrong with her scent and her wolf." He scoffed, and then he went silent again. But I could feel him watching through my eyes. Feel him looking at her. Feel the hunger rolling off him in waves.I ignored him because that was not import
I saw a collection of new shorts in one of the drawers, black and gray and I took a pair and quickly put them on. The shorts were short, too short, and they rode up my thighs as I walked. But they fit and they were clean and they were better than standing in his closet naked, thinking about his hands on my body.I walked into the room and saw food already on his table. I did not even wait for an invitation before I started eating. I was starving. My stomach had been empty for seven days, surviving on whatever Asher had managed to get into me while I was unconscious, and the food tasted delicious.The door opened and Adrian walked inside. He had already changed out of whatever he had been wearing. He was carrying reports and files in his hands, stacks of paper that looked like they had been waiting for him for days.I could not help but watch him. I could not help but wonder if he was okay. He was not acting like someone who had been shot with three wolfsbane arrows. He was not grimaci
He was carrying me. Just walking through the hallway with me wrapped around him like I weighed nothing at all, like I belonged there, like this was something we did every day. His hands were under my thighs now, holding me steady, and I could feel the muscles in his back move as he walked. He did not flinch. He did not stumble. He did not show any sign that he had been shot three times less than two weeks ago.I should have been paying attention to that. I should have been cataloging every detail, filing away every piece of evidence, building my case in my head. But all I could think about was the warmth of his body against mine and the way his scent wrapped around me and the fact that I did not want him to put me down."I have questions." I said, and I hated how breathless I sounded. I sniffed his scent without meaning to, deep and greedy, like I was trying to memorize it. Forest rain and dark musk, the same smell that had been on his pillows, the same smell that had wrapped around m
🐺ADRIAN🐺It wasn't that I wanted to protect Isora from Damon.I didn't care, actually.Damon used females as sex slaves, everyone knew that. His pack was notorious for it. And if he wanted to proposition one of my servants, that was his problem, not mine.Except it wasn't me
🐺ADRIAN🐺Seeing that dead wolf was not normal.The moment my fingers touched its cold fur, the curse tore through me like a wildfire.Pain.Blinding, excruciating pain that started in my chest and spread outward until every nerve ending in my body was screaming.Killian
🐺ADRIAN🐺I walked out from the bathroom ten minutes after I entered.Esme was sprawled across my bed in red lingerie that left nothing to the imagination.Red rope bra. G-string. Sheer robe that might as well have not existed.I walked past her without a word, heading st
🪷 ISORA 🪷I struggled for air, my hands clawing desperately at his wrist, but Adrian's grip was iron.Unyielding. Merciless.Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. My lungs screamed. My body thrashed uselessly, my feet kicking at nothing but air.But what made it wo







