로그인William’s POVThe office was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the whisper of the city below, oblivious to the storm that raged inside me. I had watched him all day, watched Ester move with a grace that belied his strength, watched the subtle shifts in his expression—the way his eyes lingered, the faint tremor in his hands, the way his breath hitched at the smallest touch. And all day, the bond had throbbed, pulling at me, demanding, reminding me that he was mine. Mine. Not yet fully, perhaps, but irrevocably, inherently.I stood, letting the polished floors reflect the silver of the moonlight as I circled him slowly. My wolf coiled beneath my skin, a taut, restless creature, snarling with hunger and need. It had been patient long enough. I had restrained myself, played the cautious Alpha, let him inch closer in subtle ways. But now, no more hesitation. The pull had grown too strong, the hunger too unbearable. He was mine, and the Moon Goddess herself had decree
Ester’s POVThe office was colder than I expected, though the air-conditioning hum barely registered against the thrum of my own heartbeat. William’s presence dominated the room in a way that seemed impossible for one person to accomplish—each shadow, each faint reflection of moonlight across the polished floors, carried a weight I couldn’t name. My pulse quickened the moment I stepped inside, not because of fear, though part of me acknowledged that tremor, but because the bond—the invisible tether that tied us—felt almost tangible in the space between us.I paused by the doorway, hesitant, my gaze tracing the lines of his jaw, the tilt of his shoulders, the way he seemed almost aware of me even before I made a sound. My wolf, ever attuned to his, pulsed and whimpered beneath my skin, restless, eager, wanting something I wasn’t ready to name either. And yet, it was impossible to ignore.“Ester,” he said softly, his voice low and deliberate, cutting through the haze of my thoughts. Even
Nut’s POVThe first light of dawn sifted through the frost-laden branches outside the shelter, painting the walls in muted shades of silver and gold. The forest outside was still, heavy with the hush of winter, a silence that seemed to wrap itself around everything. But in the warmth of the shelter, where the furs I had laid for him were scattered across the floor, the quiet carried a different weight. It carried the weight of presence. Of a fragile, pulsing life that I had vowed to protect.Hong.The name alone sent my wolf thrumming beneath my skin, a low, vibrating hum that pressed against my chest. He lay curled up on the furs, limbs tucked beneath him, shoulders rising and falling with each shallow breath. He looked small, vulnerable, yet there was a stubborn strength there, an unyielding spark that refused to be snuffed out despite the scars that ran deep.I watched him for a long moment, tracing the line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips, the faint twitch of his fingers a
Ester’s POVThe first light of dawn barely touched the edges of my room before my eyes fluttered open, a soft gasp escaping my lips as the bond stirred. It was subtle at first, like a whisper through the bones, a distant thread of warmth tugging at the edges of my consciousness. And then, as if sensing my awakening, it pulsed, insistent, demanding attention, and I knew before opening my eyes who was near, whose presence had invaded the quiet of my room: William.I lay there for a moment, frozen, letting the tendrils of the bond wash over me, intoxicating, overwhelming, and almost frightening in their intensity. My wolf stirred, curious, cautious, alert, threading through the pulse of his energy like a shadow hunting its prey. And even though I had only felt him yesterday, even though our interactions had been brief and controlled, it felt like he had always been a part of me, a thread I hadn’t realized existed until now.“Why does it feel like… he’s in my blood?” I whispered, more to m
Ester’s POVThe city slept beneath a silver blanket of moonlight, but I could not. My mind churned with fragments of yesterday, pieces of William’s presence, the weight of the office, the scent of his cologne, the feel of his touch—light, but lingering, insistent, demanding attention even in his absence. I sat at the edge of my bed, knees drawn close to my chest, staring at the wall across from me, trying to make sense of the storm that had been unleashed the moment I stepped into his office.It wasn’t just attraction. I had known desire before, fleeting and shallow, but this… this was something entirely different. The way my chest ached when he wasn’t near, the way my thoughts returned to him compulsively, the strange, insistent tug at my very core—I had no words for it. And yet, my wolf knew.The bond… it was undeniable.I had felt it the instant our hands brushed over the quarterly reports. A spark, yes, but deeper than that, older than anything I’d experienced in my short life. It
Nut's POV The dawn broke slowly over the edge of the forest, casting long shafts of gold and amber across the canopy. The air was crisp, carrying with it the smell of dew, pine, and the faint, lingering scent of fear. Hong stirred beneath the thin blanket I had wrapped him in, his breathing shallow, cautious, a reflection of the fragility that still clung to him like a second skin.I sat beside him on the floor of the temporary shelter, my back against the rough bark of a fallen tree that had become our makeshift support. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, a taut coil of tension and alertness, attuned to every sound, every motion, every flicker of fear or hesitation that Hong displayed.He was quiet, almost unnervingly so, his eyes fixed on some invisible point beyond the shelter walls, as if he were scanning for threats that no longer existed. My wolf growled low, warning, protective, impatient. Hong had survived hell, and I would not allow the memory of it to reach him again. Not here







