เข้าสู่ระบบAllene’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
Jessica’s POVJessica stood in front of the small mirror in her room, staring at her reflection.Her hands rested gently on her stomach.For a long moment, she didn’t move.Then slowly, a smile spread across her face.“I’m really pregnant…” she whispered softly.The words still felt unreal.For days she had been hoping. Praying. Waiting.Now it was finally true.Jessica had never felt happiness like this before. Her heart was beating so fast it almost hurt. It felt like everything she had struggled for… everything she had suffered… was finally about to pay off.A child.Leonard’s child.She closed her eyes for a moment and remembered the past few weeks.The fear.The pain.The humiliation.The way Leonard had locked her away and starved her.The way she had cried alone in that room.At the time, she had convinced herself it was her fault.She had believed it was because she had failed to give Leonard a child.Because she was not enough.But now everything had changed.Now she had what
Leonard’s POVThe training field of the Silver Fang pack was loud that afternoon.Motorcycle engines roared across the wide dirt track, echoing against the hills surrounding the territory. Dust rose in thick clouds every time a rider took a sharp turn. Tires screeched. Engines growled. The smell of gasoline and heated metal filled the air.Leonard stood near the edge of the track with his arms folded behind his back.From where he stood, he could see everything.Every rider.Every mistake.Every failure.One of the racers leaned too far into a turn and almost lost control of his bike.Another rider took the corner too wide and nearly crashed into the wooden fence.A third stalled his engine at the starting line, the machine coughing loudly before going silent.Normally, this would have been the moment when Leonard’s temper exploded.Everyone in the Silver Fang pack knew how their Alpha behaved during training.He hated mistakes.Hated weakness.If a rider messed up, Leonard would shou
Allene's POVThe summons took three days to become real. We were overjoyed when the news was brought to us that the alpha council had finally approved our appeal. They were going to summon Leonard.After three days of waiting, three days of pretending I wasn’t counting every breath between now and
Leonard's POVEverything that used to steady me felt like they were a million miles away from me. Power and Routine.Today, both felt like illusions I could no longer hold.The council chamber doors closed behind the last elder, their voices dissolving into the long stone corridor beyond. The room
Allene's POVIt's been days since my kidnapping and Draven was still doting on me. He wouldn't let me out of his sight and he always made sure I was well cared for.He kept asking me about the kidnapping trying to find out the party that was behind but I claimed not to remember. I didn't want him t
Draven’s POVCrossing the boundary stones of my territory should have brought relief.For some years now, those markers had meant safety—meant home. They were soaked in old magic and older blood, reinforced by generations of Alpha authority. No enemy crossed them lightly. No mindless rogue dared li







