ログインFor a long time, Eira didn’t wake. Warmth cocooned her, unfamiliar yet comforting—arms around her waist, a heavy leg draped over hers, breath brushing her shoulder in slow, steady waves. When awareness finally slipped in, she realized two things at once: 1. She was naked. 2. Kael was wrapped around her like she was the only thing anchoring him to the world. His chest pressed against her back, solid and warm, his hand resting low on her stomach. Even asleep, his thumb moved faintly—like his body was searching for her without thinking. She lay still for a moment, letting herself feel it. The rise and fall of his breathing. The heat of his skin. The steady thrum of his heartbeat against her spine. He felt… calm. She wondered if he ever slept this deeply. If he’d ever allowed himself something as human as rest. Then, his fingers flexed against her waist. He shifted closer, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, murmuring something half-formed and tender. Her c
KAEL’S POV His breath hit her skin first—hot, uneven, almost disbelieving. Eira lay beneath him, still damp from the bath, her hair spilling around her shoulders like dark silk. Kael hovered above her, braced on his arms, every line of his body tight with restraint. Like he was fighting himself. Like he was terrified of breaking her. “Eira…” His voice cracked, low and rough. “Tell me you want this.” She slid her hands up his chest, tracing the heat of him, the scars, the tension coiled in every muscle. “I want you.” Her voice trembled, but not with fear. “I’ve wanted you since the night you carried me into this place.” Something inside him snapped. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her—slow at first, almost reverent, then deeper, hungrier, as if he’d been starved for centuries and finally found water. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging, drawing a ragged growl from his throat that vibrated against her lips. He pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes gl
EIRA'S POV Eira loved children. Maybe it was due to the fact that she admired their innocence and their free spirit. She was unsure about many things, but one thing she was certain of was that she wanted children. Whenever she wasn’t working in the laboratory or getting tangled up with Kael, she'd often spend time playing with the children. She, in fact, looked forward to it. She handed the candy that she'd bought for them. "Thank you, healer!" The children echoed in excitement. "You're welcome." She said. It was just candy, and yet, they acted as though she had given them the world. A little girl walked up to her and stretched out a piece of candy. "Here. " She smiled cheerfully, showcasing her gum. "For me?" Eira gasped and took the candy. "Thank you." "You're welcome, Luna." Eira jolted up in surprise at the use of the title. "Luna? I am not the packs, Luna..." She waved her hand awkwardly, trying to clear up the misunderstanding. "You're not? Aren't you Alpha Ka
EIRA Eira woke up with a start. Her body burned. Not the warm, delicious heat Kael caused — this was different. This was wrong. A fever that had teeth. A pulse that throbbed too fast. Her vision shimmered at the edges as if she were underwater. She sat up too fast, clutching her head. Not again… Not today. Not when the entire pack was still reeling from the rogue attack. She pushed herself up from the bed— Only to realize she wasn’t alone. Kael sat in the chair beside her, elbows on his knees, head lowered, fists clenched like he was preparing to punch something unconscious. He must’ve been there all night. The circles under his eyes were dark and heavy. Her breath caught. He didn’t leave me. As if sensing her waking, Kael’s head snapped up. His eyes locked on hers with raw relief. And something else. Something wild. “You’re awake,” he breathed. She swallowed. “I… yes.” He stood instantly. Not just standing — prowling toward her. Slow, contr
EIRA For three days, Eira avoided him. Successfully. Which was a miracle, considering Kael somehow had the supernatural ability to find her even when she hid behind other wolves, ducked into storerooms, or pretended to study soil. But she did it. Because every time she remembered Laura in his office — leaning close, speaking softly, touching his arm — her stomach burned. Sickening jealousy curled in her chest, sharp and humiliating. And the tremors in her hands kept returning. She didn’t want him to see either. So she hid. Kael did not appreciate being avoided. Not one bit. By the third day, pack members kept giving her looks. “Alpha’s not in a good mood,” one whispered. “He’s been looking for you,” another murmured. “He’s… tense,” someone added politely, which she knew meant one growl away from killing someone. Eira pretended she didn’t hear. She spent her evenings in the infirmary, pretending the samples in front of her held her full attention. But
EIRA Eira woke before dawn with her heart thudding too fast. At first she thought it was Kael — the memory of the last few days flashing behind her eyelids: the stolen kisses, the way he always found her, the heat in his voice when he murmured her name under his breath like a curse he was trying not to speak too loud. But then the ache came. A slow, crawling burn under her skin. It's not pain, exactly. Just… wrong. She pushed herself up on her elbows, breathing slowly. Her room felt colder than usual, though sweat gathered at her collarbone, sliding down her spine. Not again, she thought. She’d felt something like this two nights ago — a sharp pulse in her veins after testing water samples near the western river. But it had faded. She’d told herself she was tired. This time, it lingered. Eira stood, legs unsteady. The floor tilted. She caught herself against the wall, chest tight. Her fingers trembled. Just a little. Barely noticeable. But she noticed.