LOGINJuneHis hand slides slowly down my back, pulling me closer against him until I can feel the hard warmth of his body surrounding mine completely. The bond between us hums stronger with every passing second, almost like it is reacting to every touch, every breath, every emotion pouring between us.I feel it everywhere.In my chest.In my pulse.In the strange ache inside me that no longer feels painful.Caleb kisses me like he is trying to memorize me. Like every second matters to him. His lips move against mine slowly at first, then deeper when I lean into him without hesitation. My fingers curl against his shoulders as warmth spreads through me so intensely that it almost makes me dizzy.No one has ever touched me like this before.His forehead presses briefly against mine as he breathes heavily, his eyes dark and fixed on my face. I can feel his wolf pressing hard against the surface now. I feel him through the bond almost as clearly as I feel Caleb himself.Possessive.Protective.
JuneHis body goes completely still.Not just surprised.Still in a way that makes the air between us feel charged.At the same time, his hold around me tightens instinctively, pulling me closer against his chest. I can hear the sharp change in his breathing as I slightly turn my head to look at him.And the look in his eyes almost steals the breath from my lungs.They are darker than I have ever seen them before, his wolf sitting so close beneath the surface that the intensity of it wraps around me completely.“Do you know what it means when a wolf exposes its neck to another wolf?” he asks roughly.Each word sounds strained, like speaking itself takes effort right now.I stay quiet, watching him carefully.“It means submission,” he says.His fingers slide slowly along the side of my neck, tracing the skin there with a touch so light it sends a shudder rushing down my spine.“You are submitting to me.”My eyes flutter closed for a second.Not because I am afraid.Because my wolf like
JuneBy the time the guys return, the front door barely stays shut for more than a second before the entire house fills with movement and voices again.Aurora is already halfway across the living room the moment Lucas walks in. He catches her easily when she throws herself at him, one arm wrapping around her waist while she immediately starts talking over him before he even gets the chance to speak.“You took forever,” she complains.“You said that thirty minutes ago on the phone too,” Lucas replies, brushing his hand over her hair.“Because you were still taking forever.”Jake enters behind them, and Anastasia does not even pretend she was not waiting for him. The second he gets close enough, his hand slides around her waist, pulling her against his side while he presses a kiss against her temple like it is instinct.I watch them quietly from the kitchen counter.Then Caleb walks in.And immediately, I know they found nothing.His face gives it away before anyone says a word.There i
June “These guys, they can go apeshit to protect us and all,” Aurora says, pointing her fork at me with complete seriousness. “They take their protector title a little too seriously, which sometimes is enough to make you go crazy.” She stabs another piece of watermelon with her fork like she is proving some important point while Anastasia calmly sips her drink beside her. “We girls need to form a strong alliance,” Aurora continues firmly, “to survive their craziness and protect our sanity.” The way she says it is so serious that for a second it almost sounds like she is discussing battle strategies instead of complaining about their mates. I blink once before a small laugh slips out of me. Aurora immediately points the fork at me again. “See? You think I’m joking, but wait until Caleb starts following you around because you sneezed once.” “Something similar already happened,” Anastasia shrugs, "She was sleeping beauty some time ago, remember?" Aurora gasps dramatically and sl
JuneCaleb leaves with Jake and Lucas early in the morning to find Tanya.Or more specifically, to find out where she disappeared to from what they call their pack.I wanted to go with him.The moment he told me they were leaving, I was already reaching for my jacket, already prepared to follow him out the door. Sitting around while someone who shot me walks free does not come naturally to me.But Caleb refused immediately.Not argued.Not suggested.Refused.Under normal circumstances, I would have ignored him and gone anyway. I usually do what I want, especially when someone tries telling me I cannot.But this time is different.I know it would make him worried. Angry too. And for some reason, the thought of being the reason behind that twisting tension in his eyes makes something inside me soften in a way I still do not fully understand.I do not want him feeling like that because of me.So for once, I stay.Even if I hate it.I stand near the window after they leave, watching Cale
JuneA burst of anger rolls off Caleb so suddenly that it almost feels physical.One second he is holding me, and the next he steps back like he is forcing distance between us before he loses control. His jaw clenches hard, his chest rising sharply as low growls spill from him louder than before.He looks furious.Not just angry.Livid.The air around him feels heavier somehow, charged with something raw and dangerous that makes every instinct in me sharpen.“I am going to kill her.”The words come out rough, almost snarled.For a second, I just stare at him.And then something strange happens.I feel it.Not just my own anger anymore, but his too.It crashes through me in waves, intense and protective and violent in a way that feels unfamiliar. It is like I am standing outside of it and inside it at the same time, witnessing his emotions while somehow feeling echoes of them inside myself.The rage I felt moments ago was sharp and personal.This is different.This anger burns hotter,
AuroraBloody seashells, why can’t he just give up!My flip-flops slap against the pavement like little drumbeats of panic, and I nearly face-plant when the rubber slides on a crack. My arms flail, hair whipping into my mouth, and then—“Careful!”Lucas’s voice. Panicked. Urgent. The kind of sound t
Irene Unlocking the door, we step into our heaven... our home. A home that has been my safe place after his arms, because it smells like him... He walks and sits on the couch, running his hands through his hair, and lets his head rest in his hands. A weight has been lifted off his shoulders, yet
LucasShe’s everywhere.Even now, when the night is quiet and the rest of the world has moved on, she’s still here. In my head. In my blood. Aurora.I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, the lights from outside leaking through the blinds and drawing long, silver stripes across the floor. My hands are
LucasHer eyes flick left, quick and almost guilty, like she’s caught herself in a thought she shouldn’t have. Popcorn kiosk. She looks away fast, but not fast enough for me to miss it.So I take her there. No comment, no question, just motion. The bag is warm in my hand when I pass it to her, and







