로그인Zane'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
Caroline's Point Of ViewThe gravel beneath my boots produced an annoying, uneven crunch with every step, matching the scattered rhythm of my thoughts perfectly. I walked down the narrow training tracks behind the main campus buildings, the sun blazing against the back of my neck, yet my gaze never settled on the path ahead. My mind was elsewhere… spiraling through worst-case scenarios I couldn't quite shake. Charlie walked beside me, hands buried deep in his pockets, looking far too relaxed for someone whose best friends had just vanished completely. His human scent… so quiet compared to the wolves around here, carried notes of leather, faint ink, and laundry soap. Usually, it grounded me, pulled me back from the edge of whatever anxiety threatened to consume me. Today, though, it only made me more restless, more aware of how little control I had over any of this. The normalcy of his presence felt almost mocking when everything else had tilted sideways. My boots suddenly skidded t
Zane's Point Of View“Headmistress Elaris demands you to come to her office.”The senior student’s words hung in the air like a blade suspended over my neck, sharp and unyielding. My pulse kicked up, my mind racing through every possible scenario… Did I mess up? Did someone report me? Was this abo
Zane's Point Of View The hallway was too narrow, the air too thick, the scent of him… pine and smoke and something wild, wrapping around me like a noose. Ronan’s hand was still on my waist, his fingers pressing into the fabric of my shirt, his touch burning through the layers like a brand. My ski
Caroline's Point Of View I watched it all from the edge of the ring, breathing slow because I’d been taught to breathe slow, even when your lungs want to seize and your heart wants to batter clear through bone. The torches threw the arena into cuts of light and shadow; faces in the crowd ghosted i
Caroline's Point Of View “Caroline!!” Zane’s shout cut through the white, thin as a blade. It landed on me and didn’t help at all but it did anchor me somehow, a tether to somewhere that wasn’t the blind noise. I clawed at the light with my fingers, wanting to rub it out like sand.Alisa didn’t wa