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Seasons of Devotion

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last update Date de publication: 2026-07-13 11:34:14

Winter’s blanket lingered longer that year, wrapping the ridge in crystalline silence. Ronan and I spent many mornings tangled in our bed, the fire low and the world outside forgotten. His body, strong and familiar, moved over mine with the patience of decades. He entered me slowly that particular dawn, savoring every inch as I welcomed him deep. We rocked together in unhurried rhythm, his mouth on my neck, my breasts, my lips. When release came it rolled through us like a gentle wave deep, sat
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  • Broken bond, burning desire   The Night Visitors

    The knock came at midnight. Three sharp raps on the door that cut through the silence like a knife. I sat up in bed, my heart already racing before my mind caught up to what was happening. He was already on his feet, moving toward the door with a quiet intensity that I had not seen in months."Stay here," he said. His voice was low and urgent.I wanted to argue but the look on his face stopped me. I pulled the blanket around me and watched him approach the door. He looked through the small window and I saw his body tense."Who is it?" I whispered.He did not answer. He opened the door slowly and I saw two figures standing in the moonlight. A man and a woman. They were both tall and dressed in dark clothes. The man had a scar across his cheek. The woman had eyes that seemed to see everything at once."We need to talk," the man said. His voice was deep and rough. "It is important."He stepped back and let them in. I watched them enter the house and felt a chill run down my spine. There

  • Broken bond, burning desire   The Village Life

    The first week in the village was a blur of new faces and new routines. The people were warm and welcoming. They brought us bread and fish and fresh fruit. They invited us to their homes for meals. They treated us like we had always been there.I loved it. The sense of community. The feeling of belonging. I had never had that before. Not really. I had always been on the outside looking in. But here I felt like I was part of something.He was more cautious. I could see it in the way he watched the villagers. The way he assessed every new person we met. Old habits were hard to break."They are not a threat," I said one evening as we sat on the porch.He looked at me. "I know. I am just not used to this. People being nice. Not wanting something from me.""Not everyone wants something," I said. "Sometimes people are just kind."He pulled me closer. "I am learning that. Slowly. But I am learning."The days settled into a comfortable rhythm. We woke early and walked on the beach. We ate bre

  • Broken bond, burning desire   The Journey South

    We left at dawn. The sky was just beginning to lighten and the world was quiet. I stood on the porch and looked back at the house one last time. The garden was in full bloom. The sunflowers were tall and bright. The tomatoes were ripening on the vine. It was hard to leave it behind.He came up beside me and took my hand. "We can always come back.""I know," I said. "But it feels like we are closing a chapter. Leaving this part of our lives behind."He squeezed my hand. "We are starting a new chapter. A better one. And we are starting it together."I nodded and turned away from the house. We walked down to the road where a small car was waiting. He had arranged for it the day before. Another step in our new life. Our free life."Where exactly are we going?" I asked as we got into the car."South," he said. "Along the coast. I want to show you all the beautiful places I have found over the years. And then we will end up at that village I told you about."I smiled. "A road trip. I have n

  • Broken bond, burning desire   The First Harvest

    Weeks passed. The garden grew. I watched the tiny green shoots push through the soil and reach for the sun. I watered them every morning and talked to them. He laughed at me but he helped me tend to them. We built a small fence to keep the rabbits out and a trellis for the climbing beans.The tomatoes were the first to fruit. Small green orbs that slowly turned red. I checked them every day. Waiting for the perfect moment to pick them. When the first tomato was fully ripe I called him outside to see it."Look," I said, pointing at the bright red fruit. "Our first tomato."He smiled and knelt beside me. "It is beautiful. You grew that.""We grew that," I corrected. "You helped me plant it. You helped me water it. It is ours."He reached out and gently touched the tomato. "When are you going to pick it?""Today," I said. "I am going to pick it and we are going to eat it together."I carefully plucked the tomato from the vine. It was warm in my hand. Perfect and round and red. I held it

  • Broken bond, burning desire   The Garden of New Beginnings

    I woke with a new sense of purpose. The sun was bright and the sky was clear. I looked over at him and found him already watching me with that familiar soft look in his eyes. I smiled and reached out to touch his face."Good morning," I said."Good morning," he replied. "You look like you have something on your mind."I sat up and stretched. "I was thinking about all the things I want to do today. It is like I woke up and suddenly the world felt full of possibilities."He sat up beside me. "Tell me about them. All the things you want to do."I thought for a moment. "I want to plant a garden. A small one. Just some flowers and maybe some vegetables. I want to make this place feel even more like home."He smiled. "That is a wonderful idea. I will help you."We got dressed and ate a quick breakfast. Then we walked into town to find supplies. The small village was bustling with morning activity. People were opening their shops and setting out their wares. The air smelled like fresh bread

  • Broken bond, burning desire   The Scars We Carry

    The morning after he returned I woke to find him already awake. He was sitting up in bed with his back against the headboard. His eyes were open but distant. Lost in thought. I reached out and touched his arm."Are you okay?" I asked.He blinked and looked at me. The distance faded from his eyes. "I am fine. Just thinking."I sat up and moved closer to him. "What about?"He was quiet for a moment. Then he reached out and took my hand. "About what happened. About the things I had to do. The things I saw."I squeezed his hand. "You do not have to talk about it if you do not want to.""I want to," he said. "I need to. You are the only person I can tell. The only person I trust."I waited. I did not push. I just held his hand and let him find his words."When I left," he said slowly. "I met with Marcus and his people. We tracked down the threat. It was bigger than I expected. More dangerous. There was a fight."I felt my heart clench. "A fight. You did not tell me about a fight.""I did n

  • Broken bond, burning desire   Flames of Tomorrow

    Three years had passed since Ronan and I first spoke openly of starting our own family. The pack of Stormridge Shadow had grown into a true power across the mountain territories. Villages that once stood divided now blended seamlessly. New homes built with stone and timber rose beside ancient trees

  • Broken bond, burning desire   Burning Bond

    The bond that should have stayed dead was about to drag us both under in the worst way possible.A loud bang on the cell bars jerked me awake. My side still throbbed but the bleeding had slowed. A Shadowfang guard stood there scowling.“Alpha wants you upstairs. Now. Move.”I got up slow, chains ra

  • Broken bond, burning desire   Chains and Questions

    The second Ronan slammed the cell door, I knew the real fight was just starting between us.Cold stone pressed against my back as I slumped on the floor of the reinforced cell deep under Shadowfang’s main hall. My side burned from the fresh wound, blood still seeping slow through the rough bandage.

  • Broken bond, burning desire   Blood on the Snow

    The snow turned red the second our packs slammed together, and the man I killed was there to watch me bleed.Fresh flakes fell heavy as we hit the river clearing. My wolves spread out fast, growls mixing with the rush of water. I gripped my blade tight, already tasting the fight.“Stay tight!” I sh

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