تسجيل الدخول~ DAMON ~I pull her closer, holding her against me as she lies peacefully in my arms. I couldn't ask for a more perfect mate. She's hot, sexy, dangerous, everything I could have ever wanted.Her head rests under my collarbone, her hair loose across my chest, smelling so nice. One of her hands lazily drifts over my bare chest, her fingertips tracing absent-minded circles against my skin. Every now and then her nails scrape lightly against my flesh, sending tiny sparks racing down my spine. She's half asleep. I know.So..." she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. "Tell me about training today."I sigh, my voice already hoarse with sleep. Immediately, Liam's face flashes through my mind. I let the silence stretch for a second, staring at the ceiling. The question is easy, but the answer isn't.Tell her. Don't tell her. Tell her. Don't."Well, it was nothing much. Just the usual, and..." I hesitate.I contemplate whether I should tell her about Liam's behavior. I don't want to get her
~ DAMON ~I push open the door to my room, hell, mistake to our room, expecting to find Laia resting like I told her to. Instead, I’m greeted by a sight that stops me dead in my tracks.Fuck me. Laia is sprawled across our bed like a siren luring sailors to their death... Her body is laid out temptingly, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand resting lazily on the sheets beside her, the other slowly trailing over her own thigh. She’s wearing black lingerie, tiny lace that barely covers anything, the dark straps hugging her curves, pushing her breasts up and making her look like like a goddess sent solely to ruin my self-control.Hell… she looks like a fucking sexy, dangerous dominatrix.My cock instantly hardens, straining painfully against my pants as heat floods my entire body. All the memories from last night come rushing back, and now this?I close the door behind me with a slow click, my eyes devouring every inch of her.“You’re supposed to be resting, baby girl,” I say, my voice h
~ DAMON ~Pack training is something I can’t skip. I don’t know when Xaden plans to attack, but when he does, I want my pack to be ready to rip him apart.Laia’s safe at home, even though she put up one hell of a fight about coming with me. I refused. After last night… fuck, she needs rest. It was indeed a wild night, and I'm still surprised I managed to sleep peacefully through it all without any nightmares or sudden wake-ups. I took her hard, over and over, until her voice was hoarse from screaming my name and her thighs trembled uncontrollably around my waist. Her tight little pussy was so swollen and used by the time I finally let her sleep, legs barely able to close.I can still taste her on my tongue. Still feel the way her nails clawed down my back as she begged me to go deeper, to ruin her. My cock twitches at the memory, already half-hard again just thinking about how soaked and desperate she got for me. Her legs must be aching like hell right now, but even that thought onl
~ LAIA ~My mornings usually begin with a routine, either working out or joining the pack runs. Then it's straight to the bathroom for a shower and brushing my teeth before breakfast.But hell yeah, Damon is already corrupting me. These days, I roll out of bed and head straight for breakfast.One of the pack maids has already set the food out on the dining table. I'm dressed in one of Damon's shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, which he teased me about earlier. According to him, they make me look tiny.There's no denying the fact that he's much bigger than I am, and it's not my fault his clothes look ridiculously oversized on me.Damon takes the seat beside me, sliding a plate in front of me before I can even reach for the serving dishes.The dining table was already set with a feast, fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sausages, buttered toast, golden hash browns, and a platter of fresh berries. A pitcher of orange juice sat in the center beside a steaming pot of coffee.The wafting
~ LAIA ~His hands rise to cup my cheeks, gently tipping my chin upward until I'm forced to meet his gaze. My silver eyes lock with his gray ones.Immediately, I know something is bothering him. His expression softens, the playful teasing from moments ago fading away. It's strange how easy he is to read now. Before, he always wore that blank, unreadable mask. "Laia," he begins quietly. "I don't want to rush you."My heart squeezes. "But I can't wait to mark you as mine." The words aren't possessive or demanding. If anything, they sound painfully honest."I know you're still recovering from Cael's mark," he continues, his thumb brushing softly across my cheek. "And it'd be selfish of me to ask for that right now. I know that."His jaw tightens. "But it's driving us insane."A humorless chuckle escapes him. "Maddox is restless. He's pacing nonstop, pushing against every bit of control I have." His eyes narrows with frustration. "Some days I worry he might lose that control."His grip
~ LAIA ~I wake up pressed tightly against Damon, his strong arm wrapped possessively around my chest, holding me close like he never wants to let go. His soft, steady snores rumble gently against me, vibrating against my cheek.Morning light filter spills through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.A small smile tugs at my lips. Last night had been wild, intense and unforgettable. My body is deliciously sore, especially between my legs, a sweet ache that reminds me exactly where Damon had been for so long.I bite my lip, a rush of warmth flooding through me. Hell, I’ve never been more excited in my entire life than the moment I found out we were mates.I never thought the Moon Goddess would give me a second chance mate. I never thought my bond with Cael would break. And I definitely never imagined that mate would be Damon.Not that I hadn't wished about it, I had, more times than I'd ever admit. But wishes are one thing, and reality is another.Honestly, a part
~LAIA~I clutch the purse tighter to my side, my eyes fighting hard to maintain contact with his silver ones, trying to decipher whatever theory he's making up in that slippery mind of his."What do you think would be in a girl's clutch purse aside from girly essentials?" A forced, awkward laugh bu
~LAIA~I barely register the walk back to my room. My legs move on autopilot, my mind still reeling from what I just did.I stole from Damon.The thought hits me in waves, each one threatening to pull me under. My hands shake as I fiddle with the handle and slip inside my room, pressing my back aga
~LAIA~To say I’m not nervous is the biggest understatement of the year. It’s the Blood Moon Convergence Festival, and for damn once, I don’t fucking know how to act. Or what to do.Okay, that’s a lie. I know exactly what to do. Make it to the evening festival. Try as hard as I can to see Lysandra.
~LAIA~Damon hasn’t spoken to me since that night.Since I said her name.Note to future self: never bring her up again.I’m not even shocked. That’s always been the rhythm with us, one day we’re close, and the next he’s gone like I imagined everything. Hot. Cold. Here. Then nowhere.And maybe I wa







