ログインThird Person's POV
Elena couldn't stand being in this room anymore. Everything in it—the messed-up sheets, the lingering scent—was a reminder of what they'd done.
Even though he'd marked her, she wasn't about to just stand there and show off a body covered in hickeys.
"Could you... turn around? Or just close your eyes?" she whispered, clutching the edge of the duvet so hard her knuckles were white.
"I need to get up and grab my clothes."
Zander b
Third Person's POVThe car glided smoothly down the road. Zander caught her sitting stiffly in the rearview mirror and finally broke the silence."Elena. You don't have to be like this around me.""From now on, think of me as your older brother. We're family."He knew that saying this right after the "mess" they made last night made him sound exactly like that prick Pheisar.But Alpha Alexander and Gaylord had given him clear orders: protect her as a sister.He didn't want last night to become a lifelong shadow over her, so he was trying to clear the air.Elena knew that ever since she moved into that guest room, the elders had truly accepted her.She also knew Zander meant well—he wanted to take the pressure off.But she was madly in love with him, and after a night like that, "brother" was the last thing on her mind.Still, if she didn't play along, he'd think she was trying to use the night to trap him.
Third Person's POVElena tried to talk herself into it, "If you're hurt, you deal with it. A doctor wouldn't think twice about checking a wound, so why should I?"She didn't need to overcomplicate things. She just had to look at Zander like a nurse coming in to apply some ointment.Last night was an accident—it was the drug's fault.He didn't even like her anyway. It was just a scratch; there was no reason to act all shy about it.Taking a deep breath, she let her fingers tremble as she pulled the blanket down just enough to expose her back.Zander looked over and froze.The skin on Elena's back was as delicate as jade polished by the Moon Goddess herself.But right in the center was a palm-sized scrape where the skin had been rubbed raw, oozing blood. It was a brutal sight.His heart felt like it had been bitten by a wild animal. He sucked in a sharp breath.This was all his fault. If it weren't for last night, s
Third Person's POVZander calmly pressed a hand to his chest, forcing down the surge of nausea the suggestion caused."That won't be necessary. I'm not feeling any discomfort right now.""Oh."Elena looked up at him, the worry in her eyes still lingering.She had just seen his aura spiral out of control—his wolf-eyes looking like they were burning with molten lava.That was worlds away from his usual composed, rational self.But since he insisted, she couldn't push it.She hesitated, then added, "I... I have the contact info for the owner. The place is called 'The Whispering Room.' If you start feeling bad again later, you can have Stuart call them. Just give them the name—every wolf in the black market knows it."The Whispering Room.Zander repeated the name mentally, his face darkening another shade.He loathed the idea of a stranger's scent anywhere near him, and he'd never—while sober—allow a breeder covered in a cocktail of pheromones to touch him.It was out of the question, end
Third Person's POV"When he's fully awake, he's going to regret this. He's going to hate me."She raised her hands to push him away, but Zander didn't budge.Instead, her palms pressed against his chest, the lean, hard muscle hot and tight under her touch.Her fingers rose and fell with his heavy breathing—a tactical reminder of how her body had moved with his all through the night.She remembered how he'd pinned her down, sweat rolling from his throat and tracing the lines of his chest.Even when she was losing her mind in the heat of it, she'd caught herself thinking the Moon Goddess had truly blessed Zander with the best face and body on earth.She remembered gripping his shoulders and never letting go.Her fingers twitched against him.That tiny movement didn't escape Zander. He let out a low, strained growl.He pulled her down into the sofa, his weight settling over her as his kisses turned deeper and more aggressive.After getting a taste of her last night, a floodgate had opene
Third Person's POVElena couldn't stand being in this room anymore. Everything in it—the messed-up sheets, the lingering scent—was a reminder of what they'd done.Even though he'd marked her, she wasn't about to just stand there and show off a body covered in hickeys."Could you... turn around? Or just close your eyes?" she whispered, clutching the edge of the duvet so hard her knuckles were white."I need to get up and grab my clothes."Zander blanked for a second, then got the hint.He turned his back and squeezed his eyes shut.Last night had been a mess, but they weren't exactly "together," and he knew he owed her some basic respect.If she needed to get dressed, he had to look away.Elena let out a quiet sigh of relief and tried to push herself up.But the second her feet hit the floor, her legs turned to jelly. There was zero strength left in them.She went down hard.Her back slamm
Third Person's POV"You were poisoned last night, and you needed a she-wolf to neutralize it. You saved my life before, and your family has been so good to me. I helped you because I wanted to...""Let's just... act like last night never happened."Willing?Zander remembered the tear tracks on her face. He remembered her begging him to stop.In that frantic, near-violent biological demand, she had cried that it hurt, that she couldn't take anymore.Even now, her eyes were swollen from a night of sobbing. How could she call that "willing"?She was clearly trying to shield him so Hannah wouldn't find out what he'd done.But he couldn't just brush it under the rug.Even if he still couldn't get Liana out of his head, he had to take responsibility for this.He lowered his gaze, his voice solemn. "Elena, I'm going to the Werewolf Council. I'm withdrawing the application to dissolve the bond.""Let's... stay toge
Third Person's POVThe hospital room wasn't exactly spacious, so Elena obviously noticed what he was doing. Her guilt was through the roof.That obsidian bracelet... she must have snapped it off him.Feeling way too guilty to look him in the eye, Elena quickly turned over, back to him, and yanked t
Third Person's POVHowever, she overlooked one critical detail. The gashes on her lower leg had started seeping again during the earlier chaos, and as the thick blood dried, it acted like superglue, mating her open wounds directly to the duvet.Yanking the covers away now was the equivalent of tear
Third Person's POVElena opened her eyes in surprise. She looked at the powerful Alpha in front of her, head bowed, completely focused on her leg.The warm yellow light of the ward softened his usual lethal edge, casting a faint golden glow over his perfectly sculpted profile. His lashes were long,
Third Person's POV"Didn't you hear Elena tell you to get out?"Jasper brushed off his hand where he'd touched Simon, looking like he'd just come into contact with something toxic."What's wrong with you guys, coming here to start drama first thing in the morning?""Jasper! You..."Glen, Noah, and







