ログインTalon’s POVThe past few weeks had been tough for me. Even though my mate tried to act like she was fine, I knew she wasn’t. She zoned out completely, wore sadness on her face like armour, and avoided getting sexually involved with me. I knew she was still affected by the lies I told her about my father… but I didn’t care. She could sulk all she wanted, but soon she would get used to the fact that they were truly over, and that was final.I made sure Zevara knew who she belonged to. I made it clear that it was just us now—no one else. That was why I proposed to her so quickly, to secure her as mine. And privately, of course, so my father wouldn’t figure out my plans and come back to claim her—which I would never allow to happen as long as I was alive.During dinner, she said she was tired and asked if we could leave. I was angry. Even though it was a simple request and I should have cared about her well-being as my mate, I couldn’t help comparing myself to my father every single time.
Zevara’s POV“Talon… stop. I’m tired…”I tried to clasp my thighs together, but that only made things worse. His fingers thrust deeper inside me.“Wait, baby… let me help you cum. You know you need me too, right? You’re already so wet.” He started sliding his fingers in and out. His other hand grabbed my breast, squeezing it hard. “Oh… fucking tits.”“Talonnnnn,” I screamed as an overwhelming ripple tore through me. My back arched off the leather chair, thighs trembling, toes curling hard in my fucking heels as his movements grew more brutal—fucking me until my cum dripped down and smeared my inner thighs.“Oh… fuck.” I pressed my head hard against the headrest. I was gone… far too gone as his finger hit my sensitive bud again and again. “Oh… baby. Yes… oh… fuck… yes.”Involuntarily, my mind drifted—to the intense memory of Magnus, the way he fucked me with his thick fingers, stretching me wider open… oh fuck, I miss him. I miss being his little slut.Jesus… Zevara. You shouldn’t have
Zevara’s POVI rose to my feet and extended my fingers to him. “Yes, I will marry you, Talon Creed,” I said, trying to sound a little excited.Talon stood and slid the ring onto my middle finger. “Thank you, Vara.” He wrapped his arms tightly around me, his hands pressing hard against the back of my head. He held me like he couldn’t believe I was finally his. “I promise to love you forever, Vara,” he whispered. “Love you with every fibre of me.”I nodded, wrapping my arms around him. Yet my wolf did not show even a hint of happiness. It was strange that I had agreed to be with my mate forever, yet she didn’t seem to care. I even tried to connect with her, but she remained unavailable.After a while, we pulled apart. I managed a smile at him and sat back down. We opened the meals and placed each plate of the delicious food before us. I stared at the plate of spaghetti Bolognese and steak…and immediately lost my appetite. He cut out a small portion of the cake and placed it on a small p
Zevara’s POVTalon’s voice was harder than I had ever heard it. In fact, if this were in the past—before I got my wolf—it would have sent a shiver down my spine. But I understood him anyway. I had rejected and humiliated him once, and now he was only making sure that the same scenario didn’t repeat itself again.Still, a proposal?But he was my mate now, and rejecting him wasn’t something I could do as easily as I had in the past.I managed a smile at him. “Well… I think you should rethink this. We are still too young, and I think we should get to know each other more before wanting to get married, right?”“No, Zevara!” His voice left no room for argument. “I’m proposing now because I love you, and I want the entire world to know that you belong to me—JUST ME!” The me was possessive, almost a growl. “And we are not even getting married now… maybe after college.”I was speechless, and I couldn’t help but think he was insecure. But why? His father had no interest in me anymore, so why w
Zevara’s POVIt’s been two weeks since I ripped Ashen apart, and even though I had waited for Alpha Rowan’s rage—to avenge his son—it never came. Talon told me that even Nina had disappeared into thin air and couldn’t be found, despite the bounty he placed on her. Her pictures were everywhere, plastered all over the media.Everyone had heard about the kidnapping and how Ashen had intended to kill me, yet they still blamed me for defending myself against him. Many believed I wasn’t the one who killed him. They thought Talon did. Since then, they tagged me as a curse and even went as far as saying that I must have cast a spell on Talon, binding him to do my bidding no matter what.It’s been two weeks since I discovered that Magnus never cared about me the way I thought he did. Even so, I had been straining my neck, wishing and hoping that one day he’d burst into the lecture hall or through my dorm doors to ask after me—or at least about my well-being—but he never came. It was as if he n
Author’s POVAt exactly 7 p.m., Alpha Rowan walked into Crimson Howl Bar. Inside, the clubhouse buzzed with energy. Red neon lights pulsed through the room like a heartbeat. Loud music blazed from the loudspeakers, threatening to rip his eardrums apart. Strippers in fishnet dresses were on the stage, twisting around a pole erected in the middle, while some were straddling men. The smell of tobacco, cigars, and alcohol was thick in the air.Rowan had a face cap pulled down to conceal his identity. Everyone thought he had gone back to his pack, so he couldn’t be seen here. He walked toward the counter, hoping to ask the attendant about Elder Ben, just as he had said.“I’m asking for Elder Ben,” he screamed, his voice cutting through the loud music in the bar.The attendant, a tall, beautiful lady with raven-black hair, stared at him—he stirred no familiarity—and nodded. “Come with me, sir,” she said, then turned away and climbed the stairs up to the VIP lounge, while Alpha Rowan followe







