로그인DAPHNEThe hot logs in the fire were dying down to soft purple embers. The large bedchamber was mostly dark now. Outside, the cold mountain wind slammed against the glass windows, but inside, the air was warm, thick, and heavy with the smell of sweat and heat.Malakai stayed inside my body. He lay flat on his back in the middle of the big wooden bed, his long legs spread wide, his broad chest rising and falling fast. I lay on top of him, my chest pressed against his thick body and my thighs wrapped around his hips. His big, rough hands held my waist softly, his thumbs rubbing the curve of my skin in the dark room. His cock was still buried deep inside my cunt, semi-hard, twitching every time I shifted. I could feel his seed still leaking out of me, hot and thick, dripping down onto his thighs.He was still semi-hard inside me. Every time I took a breath, my body moved over his length, sending a quiet spark of heat straight through my stomach. I could feel his cock pulse inside me, fee
DAPHNEThe heavy iron breastplate hit the stone floorboards with a sharp, metallic clatter that echoed straight into the quiet corners of the room.Malakai didn't lift a single finger to help me. He stayed right where he was on the edge of the large wooden mattress, his heavy thighs spread wide, his massive, calloused hands resting flat on his knees. His broad chest rose and fell fast under his thin linen undershirt, dark with sweat, road dust, and the heavy scent of crushed pine and rain from the southern river pass. His red eyes burned with a dark, intense heat that tracked every single breath I took."I told you to get out of that armor, Malakai," I said, my voice low, smooth, and laced with absolute authority."I'm letting you take it off," Malakai rasped, his deep voice dropping an octave into a gravelly register that vibrated right down my spine. "I'm not touching a single buckle unless you command me to, Luna."I stepped between his wide knees, the thin white silk of my shift b
DAPHNE Malakai didn't say anything right away. He stood inside the doorway, unbuckling his black iron shoulder guards and letting them drop onto the floorboards with a heavy thud. Next came his leather riding coat, covered in dried mud and rain from the southern river pass. He tossed it into the corner near the wall.He had ridden back from the river crossing at midnight with Tristan’s signet ring in his hand. He had handed the victory to Vance and the war captains in the courtyard, but he didn't stay down there to drink ale or celebrate with the men. He didn't even stop to wash the road dirt off his arms.He came straight up the stone stairs to my bedchamber.I sat on the edge of the large wooden bed, wearing only a thin white silk shift. My hair hung down over my shoulders in long waves, and my arms were folded tightly across my chest. I watched every single move he made in the dim orange light of the fire."You brought the southern ring to the elders," I said, my voice dry and fla
DAPHNEThe door to my room was unbolted, but I didn't care. I stayed right by the stone hearth, leaning against the wooden mantle, watching the low orange embers die down in the ash.Down in the courtyard, iron boots stomped across the flagstones as warriors mounted their horses. Vance was yelling at the front riders to tighten their saddles and load extra spears into the supply wagons. They were gearing up to ride hard for the southern ravines to crush Tristan's camps.I didn't turn my head when heavy, deliberate boots echoed down the stone corridor outside.The two guards Malakai had posted at my threshold were long gone. He had pulled them off the landing the second Vance dragged Soren down to the main hall.The brass handle turned with a loud, metallic click. The heavy oak door swung inward, letting the flickering torchlight from the hallway spill across the floorboards.Malakai stepped into the room.He had washed the blood off his hands, but his broad chest was still strapped i
The double oak doors slammed shut behind Daphne, leaving the grand hall in dead, suffocating silence.The heavy iron sconces flickered against the cold stone walls, casting long, jagged shadows over eighty war captains, three pack elders, and the weeping male curled on the flagstones at my feet.Every single eyes in the room was fixed on me. They were waiting to see what the Alpha of the Northern Pack would do now that his whole house had been proven a lie.My chest heaved under my heavy leather breastplate. My inner wolf was clawing at my ribs, howling in total agony over the female who had just walked away from me, but the rage in my blood was turning into something cold, sharp, and lethal.I looked down at Soren.The male who had sat at my council table for three years. The male who had eaten my meat, taken my coin, and shared my fires. The male who had taken Isolde’s southern night-shade ink, forged my female's handwriting, and turned my own paranoid jealousy into a weapon against
MALKAIThe tension in the grand hall was thick enough to choke on.Eighty war captains, three pack elders, and dozens of high-ranking northern males lined the long oak tables, their hands resting heavy on the pommels of their broadswords. At the head of the room, Elder Garrok sat like a stone vulture, his weathered hand resting on his wooden gavel, his dark eyes fixed on the empty iron chair where Daphne was supposed to be standing."You are stalling, Alpha," Garrok rasped, his gravelly voice cutting through the low murmur of the hall. "The sun is dipping below the western peaks. The ledger has your female’s seal. The handwriting belongs to her desk. By northern law, a traitor must answer to the council before dusk.""Hold your tongue, Garrok," I growled, my voice dropping into an unhinged, dangerous bass that made the nearest warriors flinch.My broad chest heaved under my heavy leather armor. My inner beast was clawing violently at my ribs, tearing through my veins with a sickening,







