INICIAR SESIÓN~Elivira~ His thick, heavy fur felt like a living blanket, trapping my body heat and shielding me from the cold ground. It was the strangest feeling,being held by a beast that could kill me in a second, yet feeling safer than I had ever felt in my entire life. The beat of his massive heart calmed mine. I was exhausted, spent from the run and the adrenaline, and wrapped in his warmth, I felt a strange peace wash over me. My eyes grew heavy, and before I knew it, I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. When I woke up, the world was blurry. The sun was lower in the sky, casting long, orange shadows across the clearing. I felt the weight of someone staring at me. I blinked, trying to clear the cobwebs from my head, and realized I wasn't being held by a wolf anymore. I was still on the forest floor, but I was wrapped in a heavy leather jacket that smelled exactly like Gabriel. And Gabriel himself was standing right over me, his arms crossed over his bare chest, his face
~Elvira~ My bones snapped and reformed, my fur erupted from my skin like silk, and my vision shifted from dull colors to a world of vibrant grays, sharp smells, and crystal-clear sounds. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't looking up at Lisa anymore. I was looking at her chest level. I heard her gasp, a sound that felt like a physical breeze against my ears. "Oh my god," she whispered. I looked down at my paws. They weren't the dusty gray I remembered. They were white, pure, blinding, snow-white. I turned my head, seeing the shimmer of my coat in the sunlight. I looked like a ghost, or a dream. Neolla and Aria, still in their wolf forms, let out low whimpers of submission, bowing their heads so low their noses touched the dirt. Even their wolves knew something was different about me. Val didn't want to stand around and be stared at. She was starving for air, for speed, for the feeling of the wind through her fur. Before I could even think about stopping her, she took off.I b
~Elvira~ "Elvira! Open up! Its me, Neolla ! We heard! We totally heard!" 'Oh shit' i groaned, By now the whole pack must have heard what happened in the kitchen. I pulled the heavy bolt back, Neolla and Aria practically fell into the room. "Is it true?" Aria squeaked, grabbing my hands. "Did Kelvin really claim her as his mate in the middle of the kitchen? The whole pack is talking! People are saying he nearly took out a table just to get to her!" I rolled my eyes at the exaggeration, that's not exactly what happened. Neolla was already looking at Lisa, her expression a mix of awe and pity. "Oh, you poor thing. You have no idea what you’ve just walked into. Kelvin? Of all the wolves in Silverblade, you got the one who literally has a fan club of angry exes." "Neolla you are not helping." I cautioned her. Lisa looked back and forth between the three of us, her eyebrows pulled tight. "Wait... are you two... like them? Like the Alpha?" Aria gave a soft, sweet
~Elvira~ The silence in the kitchen was absolute, the kind of silence that usually preceded a landslide. Lisa was frozen, her fork clattered onto the ceramic plate with a sound so loud it was not overlooked. She stared at Kelvin, with eyes wide and glassy, but it was Kelvin who looked like the world had just cracked open beneath his feet. He was the man Aria had pointed out to me during the tour, the man I fought with in the hub, the tattooed mountain of power who had stood behind Gabriel while Priscilla and Jane fought for his attention. Back then, he had looked smug, his smirk dripping with the confidence of a man who knew he was the prize. But that smirk was gone. In its place was a raw, primal hunger that made his dark eyes glow with a terrifying light. "MATE!" He roared again. Before I could even blink twice, Kelvin moved. He blurred across the tile floor with a speed that only a high-tier warrior possessed, coming to a halt inches from our table. "Elvira, what
~Elvira ~ The sunlight was aggressive, cutting through the heavy cotton curtains in sharp, golden slats that burned across my closed eyelids. I groaned, shifting my weight, and immediately felt the protest of muscles I didn't even know I had. My inner thighs ached with a dull, throbbing heat, and my skin felt sensitive, where the silk sheets rubbed against me. I reached out a hand, expecting to hit a wall of warm muscle, but the bed was cold. I snapped my eyes open. The room was vast and silent, smelling intensely of sandalwood, rain, and the musky, lingering scent of what we had done the night before. Gabriel was gone. I sat up, clutching the duvet to my chest, and caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. My hair was a bird’s nest, my lips were swollen a deep, bruised red, and the silver in my eyes was humming, bright and clear even in the morning light. A deep blush crept up my neck. I remembered everything—the way he looked at me while I touched
~Elvira~ It was raw and exposing. I kept going, my movements becoming faster, more desperate, while I stared straight into his soul. The tension between us was a physical cord, pulling tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it anymore. My back arched, my muscles tensed, and I let out a long, strangled cry as my body shuddered with a violent climax, my entire body shook with the force of it, all without ever breaking eye contact with my mate. I slumped back against the bed gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs. But Gabriel wasn't done. He didn't give me a moment to recover, he immediately stood up, the sheer power of his presence making the room feel smaller, the light catching the rippling muscles of his stomach. He reached for the zipper of his slacks, the sound of it grating through the silent room, he freed himself, and I let out a small, involuntary gasp. He cock thick, heavy, and pulsing with a life of its own. He stroked the length of it once







