เข้าสู่ระบบZane's Point Of ViewRonan didn't pull away. His teeth remained buried in my neck, his body crushing me against the boulder as pain seared through me. This wasn't just a bite… it was a brand, a claim, and it burned like hellfire coursing through every nerve. "Fuck… Ronan… It hurts! It hurts! Please…" The scream tore from my throat, my voice breaking as agony radiated through my veins, my skin feeling as though it was being stripped away layer by layer. My fingers clawed desperately at his arms, my nails digging in as I begged for relief, for mercy, for anything to make it stop. The rational part of my mind knew this was necessary, but my body screamed in protest, every instinct demanding escape. Against my neck, Ronan's voice emerged as a dark, possessive growl, his fangs still embedded deep in my flesh. "Mine," he snarled, his breath scorching against my skin. "You're mine, Zane. All of you. Every inch. Every breath. Every fucking moan." His grip tightened mercilessly, his body pin
Zane's Point Of View"I… I am… Ah! Please, Ronan, please…" My voice came out as a whimper, my body trembling as I pushed back against him, trying desperately to get him inside me. I needed him so badly it hurt, a physical ache that consumed every thought. Pride had no place here, not when I wanted him this desperately. Not when my wolf was howling for completion. He lined himself up, his heavy hands gripping the tops of my hips with an iron hold, and then he thrust in one single, violent motion. The scream ripped from my throat, a loud, echoing shriek that tore through the quiet clearing and sent birds scattering from nearby trees. He was so big, so unbelievably thick, that my vision literally went black for half a second as he split me wide open, burying his entire length all the way to the root inside my tight heat. The burn was intense, the stretch unreal, and I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it stretched me to my absolute limit. Pain and pleasure mixed into s
Zane's Point Of ViewRonan released a dark, gravelly chuckle against my mouth, his breath hot and thick with pure Alpha arousal… musky and intoxicating enough to make my head spin. He didn't pull away. Instead, he stared down at me, his amber eyes burning like coals in the moonlight, pupils blown wide with a hunger that seemed to consume everything else. The intensity of his gaze made my breath catch, as if he could see straight through to my very soul. "Since when did you become this greedy for my cock, little mate?" he murmured, his voice rough as sandpaper. His thumb traced a possessive circle over my hip bone, the calloused pad digging into my skin, branding me with his touch. The deliberate slowness of the gesture made my pulse race. "Hmm? When did you turn into such a needy little slut for it?" Heat flooded my face instantly, making my skin burn hotter than the water surrounding us. I reached out and slammed my palm against his thick, corded shoulder, though my trembling finge
Zane's Point Of ViewThe moment his father's voice faded, Ronan didn't wait for me to take a single step. Before I could blink, his massive arm hooked beneath my knees while his other hand caught my upper back, lifting me clean off the stone floor. "Whoa… Ronan!" I yelped, my hands flying up to scramble for purchase around his neck. The crowd of wolves fell silent, parting instantly and shuffling back into the shadows. They left a wide, clear path straight through the center of the hall toward the dark archway. Hundreds of glowing eyes watched us as Ronan carried me through them, his bare feet slapping against the cold floor in a steady, heavy rhythm. Every patch of skin on my face burned. The weight of their stares pressed down on me like a physical thing, making it hard to breathe. I couldn't bear it. Burying my face in the crook of Ronan's neck, I pressed my nose into his hot skin and inhaled that sharp scent of rain and cedar until my vision blurred. The sheer, unadulterated em
Zane's Point Of ViewIt had been exactly a week since we came here, and honestly, my head was still spinning. We were stuck deep inside Ronan's territory… in the massive, stone-heavy packhouse that smelled constantly of woodsmoke, old leather, and far too much aggressive Alpha energy. During this entire week, I hadn't even had a second to just sit down and process anything. The pack's elder seers… three incredibly old, wrinkly women who wore heavy silver robes and smelled like dried sage, had been dragging me down to the lower shrines every single morning. They'd spent hours chanting in some ancient dialect that gave me a headache, burning weird, oily herbs that made my eyes water, and performing all these intense rituals to forcibly open my dormant magical pathways.Every time they pushed their spirit energy into my chest, it felt like a bunch of tiny firecrackers popping right under my collarbone, all to prepare my human body for the sheer weight of the mating ceremony. The pain w
Caroline's Point Of ViewMy eyes felt like they might pop right out of my skull. Charlie. Was. Kissing. Me. His actual lips pressed firmly against mine. This wasn't a clumsy accident or a friendly nudge because we'd tumbled into the dirt… it was solid, deliberate, and completely real. For about three whole seconds, my brain short-circuited entirely. I froze beneath him like a statue, my hands splayed flat in the grass on either side of my head. The blades tickled my palms, damp with evening dew. Inside my chest, my wolf paced in frantic circles, broadcasting pure confusion: ‘what do we do, what do we do?!’ Then the shock evaporated. The cold panic melted into a sudden, bursting wave of ridiculous heat that shot straight to my toes and back up again, settling as a warm glow in my chest. It spread through my limbs like honey, sweet and overwhelming. My eyes fluttered shut, abandoning all thoughts of the academy, the guards, or the fact that we were sprawled in the dirt five feet fr
Ronan's Point Of View The training grounds blurred as I sprinted away, my boots kicking up dust, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. The pain in my chest wasn’t fading... it was growing, spreading, burning through me like wildfire. Zane. His name echoed in my mind, a desperate, frantic
Zane's Point Of View“Shut up!!!!”Her scream didn’t stop. It fractured, splintered into something ugly and unhinged.“You don’t know anything!” Celia shrieked, her voice cracking as she stalked closer again. “You don’t know anything about him... about desire, about love, about what it means to be
Zane's Point Of View“You’re… still alive.”The words slid over me like ice.Not a hallucination.Not the forest whispering lies.Her voice.Celia.My chest seized, a violent, choking spasm ripping through me as reality slammed down hard and merciless. My vision sharpened just enough for me to see
Zane's Point Of ViewThe air between us was thick with heat, the kind that made my skin prickle and my breath come in short, ragged gasps. Ronan’s body was pressed against mine, his weight delicious, his touch electric... everywhere at once, like he was trying to memorize me with his hands, his mou







