เข้าสู่ระบบZane's Point Of ViewMy knees shook so violently against the polished black marble that I feared collapsing right there before everyone. The trembling wasn't just physical… it radiated from somewhere deep inside, a primal response I couldn't control. I scanned the room in a daze, my gaze jumping from the towering fifty-foot stone pillars to the massive tapestries that hung from the walls like silent witnesses to countless judgments. Each tapestry depicted scenes of ancient battles and coronations, their threads dulled by centuries of accumulated dust. The air itself felt oppressive, thick with the scent of ancient dust and expensive cedar wood, creating a suffocating atmosphere that made each breath a conscious effort. My lungs burned as I forced myself to inhale slowly, trying to calm the panic rising in my chest. Then my eyes found the center of the room. The throne. The man seated upon that enormous block of black stone seemed almost inhuman. He resembled an ancient statue carve
Ronan's Point Of ViewZane's eyes widened to the size of saucers, his breath hitching audibly in his throat. The color drained from his face, leaving him pale and trembling, and I watched his pupils dilate with pure fear. "Your pack? Like... where your father is? The Alpha King?" His voice cracked on the title, making it thin and reedy with terror. I could smell the sharp spike of anxiety rolling off him in waves. "Ronan, I'm a hybrid. The council lords there literally hate my bloodline. They've spent centuries trying to wipe us out. They're going to…" "They're not doing anything," I snapped, stepping forward and cutting him off mid-sentence. The protective fury that surged through me was almost overwhelming, Fenrir growling his vicious agreement deep in my chest, demanding I shield our mate from all threats. I didn't give Zane a choice or time to argue; I simply leaned down, hooked one arm under his thighs and the other behind his back, and lifted him into a secure cradle carry. His
Ronan's Point Of ViewI looked down at the top of Zane's head, my heart still thudding against my ribs, but the rhythm had completely changed. It wasn't the heavy, lazy thumping from just making love anymore. Now it was sharp. Panicked. Each beat felt like a warning drum in my chest, signaling danger I couldn't yet see. Zane had already dozed off completely, his face pressed sideways against my collarbone, one hand still loosely clutching a fistful of my hair. He was utterly spent, breathing through his mouth with this tiny, faint snore that usually made me chuckle. The sound was so innocent, so trusting, it made my chest ache with a fierce protectiveness that bordered on pain. Here he was, vulnerable and exposed, trusting me to keep him safe while he slept. The weight of that trust settled over me like a mantle. But my jaw was set so tight my teeth ground together, the muscle jumping beneath my skin. No longer safe?What the hell did my father mean by that? The academy was suppose
Ronan's Point Of View"N-no," he gasped, his voice splintering as his fingers clawed desperately at the sheets beneath him. His body trembled, suspended between surrender and need, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "More. Please, Ronan," the plea tumbled out raw and unfiltered, stripped of all pretense, "more."I gave him what he craved. My thrusts turned punishing, each one driving into him with enough force to make the entire bed shake, the wooden frame groaning its protest against the wall. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room… loud, dirty, and completely unpolished, filling the space between his ragged gasps. Zane was falling apart beneath me, his body trembling with each impact, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the sheets in a steady stream. His moans grew louder and more desperate with every passing second, each one a testament to how thoroughly I was unraveling him.The scent of sex… musky, sweet, and thick filled the air, making my head spin with primal
Ronan's Point Of ViewZane’s ears went that bright, furious shade of pink again, his gaze darting down to my bare chest before flickering back up to my eyes, trying to hide how much he was shaking. "You're... you're still completely naked too, you know. And you're getting heavy, Ronan. Like, seriously heavy.""Good," I growled, shifting my hips forward just an inch, pressing the thick, rigid heat of my length right against the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The tip was already slick with pre-cum, glistening as it dragged against his skin, leaving a wet trail in its wake. He let out a sharp, trembling gasp, his legs automatically opening a little wider for me, his heels dragging against the tangled sheets while his fingers dug into the thick muscles of my shoulders, his nails biting crescents into my flesh."I want you to feel exactly how heavy I am. I want you to feel what you do to me, little mate." My voice was rough, gravelly, the words vibrating against his skin as I le
Ronan's Point Of ViewHolding Zane against my chest, listening to his short, shaky breaths stuttering against my collarbone, I felt a massive wave of heat spread through my ribs. This wasn't the burning, angry fire of my Alpha core attempting to patch its own cracked pathways. This was different… a deep, heavy warmth that made my arms automatically tighten around his waist until he let out a tiny, soft wheeze against my skin. The sound should have made me loosen my grip, but instead it only made me want to hold him closer, to prove to myself he was real and here and mine. I needed the physical confirmation, the solid weight of him in my arms, because part of me still couldn't believe he'd chosen me. I looked down at the back of his messy, sweat-stuck hair, and for a second, I honestly wanted to punch myself in the jaw. To clock myself as hard as I could for every stupid thing I'd done to him. Every cruel word, every dismissive glance, every moment I'd made him feel small. The list w
Ronan's Point Of ViewI turned my back on Miles without another word, leaving him standing there in the moonlight, his breath uneven, his pride bruised. The forest swallowed me whole as I strode away, the shadows wrapping around me like a second skin. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my ribs, snarl
Zane's Point Of ViewI swallowed hard as my fingers instinctively brushed my neck, "Uh... I-I..." I stuttered, beads of sweat already forming on my forehead."You're stuttering, Zane." Charlie teased as he leaned further into the couch."It's an insect." I said as I blurted out the only thing that
Zane's Point Of View The forest was alive in a way the Academy never was... breathing, whispering, the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds weaving a hypnotic rhythm that almost made me forget why we were here. Almost."This is bullshit," Charlie grumbled, shoving aside a low-hanging bra
Zane's Point Of ViewThe world was soft. Warm. A haze of half-dreaming, half-waking, where the edges of reality blurred into something sweet and unreal. My body was heavy with sleep, my muscles relaxed, my mind still drifting in that in-between space where thoughts were slow and sensations were amp







