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2025-10-19 05:00:09Aurora POV
A searing pain rips through my hand, yanking me from sleep with a scream. I clutch it to my chest, sobbing, the agony like fire licking across my skin. My vision blurs, the room tilting as I curl into myself, trying to breathe through it.
“Aurora!” Lucas’s voice cuts through the haze, urgent and sharp. “Aurora, what is it!” His hands grip my face, forcing my eyes to meet his, but the pain spikes, shooting up my arm, and I can barely focus.
“K-Killian,” I sob, my voice breaking as I cradle my hand tighter. He grabs it gently, turning it over, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“There’s nothing there,” he says, his voice laced with worry, his fingers tracing my skin as if searching for a wound that isn’t there.
The pain lingers, a cruel echo that makes my body tremb
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Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband Ninety-Two
Lucas POVShe turned into a wolf. A goddamn wolf, right there on my bed, fur and claws and glowing eyes, like something ripped straight out of a nightmare. I wanted proof, sure, but maybe that was naive, demanding something I wasn’t ready to see.She gave it to me, no warning, no hesitation, and now my head’s spinning, trying to reconcile the woman wrapped in a sheet with the creature I just saw. My hand tightens around the empty whiskey glass, the cold bite of it grounding me, but not enough. I need answers, something to make this make sense.I lean forward in the armchair, my eyes locked on Aurora, her silhouette soft but tense against the morning light filtering through the living room. “Okay,” I say, my voice rougher than I mean it to be. “Explain this world to me. How do these bonds work? What the hell am I dealing with here?”
Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband Ninety-One
Aurora POVI hold his gaze for a moment, letting him see me—really see me—before shifting back, my human form returning in a heartbeat. I sit there, naked and vulnerable, watching the shock ripple across his face. “I’m not lying,” I say softly, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.He stares at me, his breath uneven, then mutters, “I need a drink.” Without another word, he turns and walks out of the room, still naked, leaving me alone on the bed. My stomach twists. Maybe that wasn’t the right way to show him. Maybe I’ve just made everything worse.My heart pounds as I sit on the edge of the massive bed, the silence of the room pressing against me. Lucas’s shock, his shouted curse, and the way he bolted still echo in my mind. I shouldn’t have shifted like that, not so suddenly, not without warning him more. But he wanted proof, and I gave it
Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband Ninety
Aurora POVA searing pain rips through my hand, yanking me from sleep with a scream. I clutch it to my chest, sobbing, the agony like fire licking across my skin. My vision blurs, the room tilting as I curl into myself, trying to breathe through it.“Aurora!” Lucas’s voice cuts through the haze, urgent and sharp. “Aurora, what is it!” His hands grip my face, forcing my eyes to meet his, but the pain spikes, shooting up my arm, and I can barely focus.“K-Killian,” I sob, my voice breaking as I cradle my hand tighter. He grabs it gently, turning it over, his brow furrowing in confusion.“There’s nothing there,” he says, his voice laced with worry, his fingers tracing my skin as if searching for a wound that isn’t there.The pain lingers, a cruel echo that makes my body tremb
Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband Eighty-Nine
Lucas POVThe midday sun spills through the window, casting long shadows across the bed where Aurora lies, her chest rising and falling in the deep, exhausted sleep I finally let her fall into. Last night—and all morning—I didn’t hold back. I took her again and again, each time pushing her further, drawing out every moan, every shudder, until her body gave out, too spent to continue. My own muscles ache, a reminder of the hours we lost ourselves in each other, but my mind is a mess, spinning with questions I don’t know how to answer.What the hell am I doing? Did I really just lean into this wild claim that she’s a goddamn werewolf? I rub my forehead, hard, like I can scrub away the insanity of it all. Grabbing the spare laptop from the nightstand, I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist. This can’t be real. Werewolves are fairy tales, horror movies, not flesh-and-
Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband Eighty-Eight
Aurora POVLucas shifts, shedding the rest of his clothes with a quiet efficiency, his movements deliberate but not rushed. The Alaskan King bed feels endless beneath us, but all I can focus on is him, the way his muscles flex as he moves, the warmth of his skin as he settles between my thighs. He pauses, his hands framing my hips, and I feel the weight of his gaze, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. “I’ve got you,” he says, and there’s a promise in his words that makes my heart stutter.He enters me slowly, giving my body time to adjust, and I gasp at the stretch, the fullness. My hands find his shoulders, nails digging in as he begins to move, each thrust measured but deep, building a rhythm that pulls me under. The bond flares, a sharp reminder of Killian’s presence, but it’s faint now, overshadowed by the intensity of Lucas’s touch. I wrap my legs around him, urging him closer, deeper, wanting to lose myself in this moment. Every movement sends sparks through me, and I can’t h
Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband Eighty-Seven
Aurora POVThe haze of pleasure lingers, my body still trembling from Lucas’s touch, but something shifts inside me. At the peak of my release, that tormenting pulse from Killian—his pleasure with his new mate—cut off abruptly, like a snapped thread. In its place, a sharp wave of anger crashes through the bond, his anger, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Guilt twists in my chest, whispering that this is wrong, that I’m betraying something sacred. But another part of me, raw and defiant, revels in it. After enduring hours of his pleasure the other night, feeling it sear through me again just now, I’m glad he’s forced to feel this. I hope it stings, hope it burns him to know someone else is giving me what he threw away.Lucas’s hand cups my chin, pulling me from my thoughts, and he kisses me, deep and possessive, like he’s claiming a piece of me. “We’re not done, Aurora,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with intent. “It’s time he learns what you’ve been through.” Before
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