LOGINKatie’s POVThe wind was cold that evening.Katie pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders as she stood near the edge of the Obsidian territory. The sky above her was darkening slowly, the sun already sinking behind the hills.She checked the small watch on her wrist.Leonard should be here soon.The place they had chosen to meet was a small roadside motel sitting between the Obsidian territory and the Silver Fang lands. It was old and quiet, a place travelers sometimes stopped for the night. No one paid attention to who came or went.That was exactly why they chose it.Katie leaned against the railing outside one of the rooms, her mind racing with thoughts.Things were changing too quickly.And she hated it.Every day she watched Draven and Allene grow closer.At first, she had told herself it meant nothing.Just cooperation.Just strategy.But the way Draven looked at Allene now… it was different.Warmer.Softer.Katie had seen that look before.And she knew exactly what it me
Jessica’s POVLife felt better for Jessica and she felt it every single day.From the moment the news of her pregnancy spread through the Silver Fang pack, everything around her became different. The same wolves who barely looked at her before now greeted her with warm smiles. Servants bowed their heads when she passed. Guards opened doors quickly for her.For the first time, Jessica felt important.Important in a way she had always dreamed of.She placed her hand gently over her stomach as she walked through the pack house hallway.The baby inside her was still very small. She could not feel it yet, but just knowing it was there made her heart swell with pride.Leonard’s child.The future heir of the Silver Fang pack.That thought alone was enough to make people treat her differently.Even Leonard’s mother had changed her attitude.Before, the older woman had barely hidden her dislike. She had always reminded Jessica that she was only a mistress, nothing more. Someone who should kno
Allene’s POVThe room was quiet.The fire in the fireplace had burned low, leaving only soft orange embers glowing in the dark. Shadows stretched across the study walls, moving gently whenever the wind outside pushed against the windows.Allene lay on the rug beside Draven, her head resting lightly on his chest.She could hear his heartbeat.Slow.Strong.Steady.For a long time she simply listened to it.The sound made her feel strangely calm, like the world outside the room had disappeared for a moment.Draven’s arm rested around her shoulders, holding her close without force. His hand moved slowly through her hair, gently brushing the strands back from her face.It was such a simple touch.But it made something deep inside her chest ache.Because she wasn’t used to it.Kindness.Care.Warmth.Those things had never really been part of her life before.Her eyes drifted toward the fireplace.The soft glow reminded her of another life.Another time.Another pack.Silver Fang.Leonard.
(Steamy scenes)His fingers traced a burning path up the inside of her thigh, a slow, deliberate promise. The blanket had slipped away, and the cool air of the study was a sharp contrast to the heat of their tangled bodies. Her skin was still sensitized, every nerve ending singing from their previous joining, and his lightest touch felt like a brand.“Every inch,” he repeated, his voice a dark whisper against her lips before he kissed her again. This kiss was different—not the claiming fury of before, but a deep, savoring exploration. He tasted her slowly, his tongue sliding against hers as his hand finally cupped her sex. She was still swollen, incredibly wet, and she arched into his palm with a soft, needy sound.He broke the kiss, his eyes burning into hers. “I want to taste you.” The words were a low command, not a request. “I want to feel you come against my tongue.”Before she could form a coherent thought, he was moving. He slid down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire o
(Steamy scenes)The ghost of a smile vanished, replaced by a raw, predatory hunger. “You have no idea,” he growled.He didn’t let her move from the desk. His hands, still trembling slightly from his own release, slid from her hair down her back, pressing her flush against him. He could feel the dampness between them, a slick, intimate mess cooling on their skin. He kissed her again, slower this time, a deep, languid exploration that tasted of salt and satisfaction. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark pools of renewed intent.“My turn,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest.He hooked his hands under her knees and lifted, turning her with a smooth, powerful motion until she was on her hands and knees on the wooden surface. The shift was sudden, dominating. A soft gasp escaped her as the cool air kissed her exposed backside. He stepped close behind her, his hands running possessively over the curve of her ass, kneading the firm flesh.“You’re so beautif
Draven pov(Steamy scenes)He didn’t remember deciding to move, but his boots were already carrying him across the training field, gravel crunching with a purpose that echoed the new certainty in his chest. The pack house loomed, its windows glowing like warm amber in the deepening twilight. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat that drowned out the evening quiet. Allene.Her chambers were in the west wing, separate from his own. A formality of their contract. A lie he was done living.He took the stairs two at a time, the sound of his footsteps swallowed by the thick hallway runner. Outside her door, he paused. A sliver of golden light spilled from beneath it. He could hear the faint rustle of papers inside.He didn’t knock.The door swung open under his hand, and he stepped inside.Allene stood by her desk, still in her training leathers, a map of the racecourse spread before her. She jumped at the sudden intrusion, her head snapping up. Surprise flashed in her eye
Allene’s POVPain has a way of sharpening memory.Long after the crowd had dispersed and the training ground returned to its usual rhythm of clashing bodies and barking commands, my body still remembered every second of the humiliation ritual. My skin burned where the whip had kissed it, my muscles
Allene's POVThe morning sun had barely risen when I was already on my feet, moving from one task to another like a shadow no one truly saw. A basket of laundry pressed heavily against my hip as I walked across the courtyard, my legs aching from hours of standing. My palms were raw from scrubbing f
Draven's POVThe hurt on Allene’s face did not fade when she turned away from me.It followed me throughout for the rest of the day.It clung to my thoughts like a shadow that refuses to be outrun, stretching longer with every passing hour of the day. I see it in the way the firelight flickers agai
Allene’s POVTheir laughter filled my ears as I was sprawled inside the water, naked and beneath then while they stared down at me with dirty lust in their eyes.Low, ugly laughter that scraped against my ears and dragged me out of the fog in my head. My eyelids fluttered and the world swam into fo







