MasukHey loves,
First off, I want to say a huge thank you for all the love and support y’all have shown to this series, it honestly means the world to me, and I don’t take it for granted. 💖 I also want to apologize for the late update. I’ve been completely buried preparing for my exams, which has kept me from writing. I’ll be finishing my exams on the 20th next month, so the next update will be coming after that (or 5th or 6th next month… maybe). Thank you for being patient with me, and for sticking around. Your support keeps me going, and I can’t wait to share what’s next with you all. Much love! ❤️TATEI WOME UP sore, and not the good kind or the fleeting kind either. This was the kind of soreness that felt like my body had been taken apart, shaken hard, and put back together by someone who hadn’t bothered checking the instructions afterward.My ass was the first thing that throbbed, a deep, aching throb that made me hiss under my breath and go very, very still. It pulsed slowly, like my body was determined to remind me of every choice I’d made the night before.Then everything else chimed in.My thighs burned when I shifted even a fraction. My back felt stiff, my shoulders sore like I’d held myself too tight for too long, and my neck—“Fuck,” I muttered.I lifted a hand and brushed my fingers along the side of my throat, and the second I touched it, pain shot enough to knock the air from my lungs. It wasn’t slicing or stabbing, it was just a deep pulse that radiated outward, like the bruise had sunk its roots into my skin.That was all it took.The memories hit all at once. Th
ENZO THE WORDS LANDED between us and didn’t disappear. Mark you. They stayed there like I had dragged them out of my chest and set them down where neither of us could pretend they weren’t real. Tate didn’t move. He stayed straddling me, heat everywhere, his body still wrapped around mine, but his breathing changed. It went shallow. Uneven. I felt it before I saw it, felt the way his pulse jumped under my hands like his body was bracing for something he didn’t fully understand yet. His eyes searched my face, fingers twitching against my skin. “Mark?” he asked quietly. Not what does that mean. Just mark. My hand slid up his spine slowly, holding us closer and I felt the faint tremor there. It tightened something in my chest that had nothing to do with lust. “Bite,” I said. “Claim you, Tate.” His throat worked and I watched it. Watched his jaw tighten. Watched his fingers flex against my shoulders like he was already preparing for impact. “And that means…” he started, then stop
Hey loves, First off, I want to say a huge thank you for all the love and support y’all have shown to this series, it honestly means the world to me, and I don’t take it for granted. 💖 I also want to apologize for the late update. I’ve been completely buried preparing for my exams, which has kept me from writing. I’ll be finishing my exams on the 20th next month, so the next update will be coming after that (or 5th or 6th next month… maybe). Thank you for being patient with me, and for sticking around. Your support keeps me going, and I can’t wait to share what’s next with you all. Much love! ❤️
TATEI DIDN’T MOVE. Couldn’t.Because if I did—even a breath the wrong way—I’d lose the nerve holding me here. And I wasn’t walking away from him. Not tonight. Not after everything that led us to this terrifying, magnetic fucking moment.Enzo was still warm from the shift, heat rolling off him in slow waves that kept brushing my skin and stealing whatever thoughts I tried to form. His eyes were dark, fixed on me like he could feel every thud in my chest before I even felt it. And I hated how true that probably was.My fingers twitched. My whole body ached to touch him, and my brain kept lagging behind, useless, slow, a few steps behind the wanting.“You’ve been staring,” he said, voice low enough to drag straight down my spine. The corner of his mouth liftedand it punched a knot into my stomach.A broken laugh slipped out of me. “I… was—”The words hit my tongue and then dissolved, because how do you explain this? This pressure in my chest like something was trying to claw its way out
PRESENTTATEI WAS SHAKING so hard my teeth almost clicked, and adjusting my glasses didn’t help even though I kept doing it like pushing them up the bridge of my nose would somehow steady me. My breath stayed uneven. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My heart punched like it was trying to break out of my chest.Not because I was scared of him.Because I was scared for him.Enzo wasn’t here with me. Not really. His body was, but his eyes were somewhere else—somewhere darker, somewhere soaked in blood and memory. His chest stayed tight like breathing hurt, and the way he stared past me, jaw locked around whatever he couldn’t say—it gutted me.What the hell do you say to a man who killed the person fate tied him to?What the fuck do you say when you’re watching him drown in it all over again?I couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. So I did the first thing my stupid, terrified, reckless heart reached for.I grabbed his face in both hands and crashed my mouth against his. Hard.He stumbl
ENZOI DIDN’T REMEMBER the first day. Or the second.Everything after Tristan’s body lay on the floor blurred into one suffocating nightmare. I didn’t remember them dragging me away, but I remembered waking and running back, how they pried me off him—four guards, maybe five—and how I fought until my claws cracked and my throat tore raw from screaming his name. I only stopped when I tasted my own blood, when I realized I was trying to rip open my own skin just to feel something other than the bond dead in my chest.They threw me in a storage room. Concrete floor. No windows. The fading scent of my mate still clung to my hands. In my jacket pocket, the small camera Tristan had used to take our pictures that night pressed against my ribs. I knew it was there, but I couldn’t look at it. I couldn’t touch it.A week. Maybe more. Time didn’t exist without him.I didn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him clawing at himself, begging me to stop him, begging me not to let Marcus use h







