LOGIN~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
~Elvira~He stayed seated for a long moment, memorizing every curve, every shadow of my body. Then, with a blur of werewolf speed that made me gasp, he was out of the chair and standing right in front of me. One hand gripped my waist while the other cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until a tortured moan escaped my lips. I’d never felt anything like this. A heavy, pulsing heat was pooling between my legs, making me ache. He bent his head, his mouth closing over my nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he bit down gently. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Val was purring in the back of my mind, a low, satisfied sound. I knew I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, I was supposed to be his "toy," his "mistress"—but my body didn't care about labels. It wanted him to ruin me. I was craving more. He stopped abruptly, stepping back to watch me. I couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his trousers; he was cle
~Elvira~ The fire in the hearth crackled, casting orange light over Gabriel’s skin as he stood there, watching me. He looked like a statue carved from dark stone, except for the way his chest rose and fell in heavy, broken counts. The air was so thick with the scent of his arousal—dark, and something hot that I felt lightheaded. I could feel the silk of the red gown clinging to my damp skin, a reminder of the task I had come here to perform. He didn't move fast. He moved with the slow, terrifying grace of a predator who already knew the prey was cornered. When he finally stood in front of me, the heat radiating off his bare torso was like a furnace. He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before his fingers tangled deep in the hair at the base of my skull. He tilted my head back, forcing me to meet those burning, golden eyes. "You look beautiful in red, Elvira," he muttered, his thumb grazing my jawline with a touch so light it made me shiver. "But you l







