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I nudged Asher's arm as we walked back through the tunnel."You heard all of that?""Mm." His voice was quiet, carrying that familiar gentleness."Are you unhappy? That I explained so much to him?"He smiled—a soft, crooked thing that made his eyes crinkle. "No. It's good that you spoke clearly. I know you would not do anything... improper."Unlike Silas, who had always carried that edge of aggression, that constant low-grade threat of possessiveness, Asher was like the first thaw of spring. Warm. Steady. Safe.The feeling spread through my chest, melting something I hadn't realized was still frozen. I ducked my head, my voice dropping to a whisper."Thank you... mate."Asher's entire body went rigid. His step faltered."What?"I turned my snout away, suddenly shy beneath my fur. "I said. Thank you. Mate."He hadn't misheard. He wasn't dreaming.Asher's voice came out rough, trembling slightly. "Say it again?""Oh, you're impossible." I huffed, but my tail betrayed me, giving a small w
He Claimed My Body, Not My Soul Chapter 8
Three moon-rises after our blood-oath, Asher accompanied me to the Southern Range’s ancestral den—the territory of my birth, where Thane ruled as Alpha.The greeting feast was laid out in the great cavern, roasted game and blood-wine steaming on stone slabs. My dam, a silver-furred she-wolf with Thane’s same sharp eyes, circled Asher with a predator’s assessing gaze, then crooned with approval, her tail wagging in tight, pleased arcs."Asher," she said, pressing a warm flank against his arm. "Our Amara was young and foolish before. Impulsive. You must be patient with her.""If she missteps," she added with a flash of teeth that was half-smile, half-warning, "tell me, and I’ll nip her ears for you."Asher ducked his head, respectful. "Thank you, my lady."He looked at me then, his gaze steady and warm. "Amara is… perfect. Better than any she-wolf in the territories."My ears burned beneath my fur. My dam’s tail wagged faster, delighted."Good, good," she chuffed. "Then you must fill the
He Claimed My Body, Not My Soul Chapter 7
Silas was dragged from the sacred circle by the Pack enforcers, his obsidian leathers streaked with snow and blood. Never had the Alpha of the Northern Peak looked so undone—fangs bared in silent rage, golden eyes wild with a desperation that bordered on madness. The gathered wolves whispered, their low growls and speculative sniffs filling the air like a swarm of angry bees.I should have felt triumph. Or relief.Instead, heat crawled up my neck, burning beneath my fur. Even if I cared little for the judgment of others, standing there beneath the Blood Oak with my mating cord still half-tied, watching my past being ripped away by force… it was humiliating. The weight of their stares—pitying, curious, predatory—made my ears flatten against my skull.Asher’s hand found mine. His claws were carefully retracted, his palm warm and steady.“Don’t look at them,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration that cut through the din. “Breathe. I will handle this.”I exhaled through my teeth, letting
He Claimed My Body, Not My Soul Chapter 6
The Blood Oak stood ancient and vast, its white branches clawing at the violet sky. Beneath the gnarled trunk, I stood across from Asher, our wrists bound with red cord soaked in ceremonial wine, the Pack's eyes heavy upon us.The Elder’s voice droned the final vow—*Do you take this male as your bonded mate, flesh of your flesh, spirit of your spirit?*—when a commotion tore through the assembled Pack.A snarl ripped through the air, primal and possessive. “She does not!”The sacred circle’s boundary stones trembled as Silas burst through the ward-line, two of his elite wolves at his heels. He wore battle leathers dyed black as obsidian, his fur cloak snapping in the wind, looking more like a conquering warlord than a guest. His golden eyes locked onto mine with desperate intensity as he strode toward the altar.“Amara,” he commanded, voice rough as gravel. “Come here. I do not like this game.”I did not move. Beneath the furs, my fingers found the scarred flesh of my wrist—the place wh
He Claimed My Body, Not My Soul Chapter 5
Mating ceremony.The words struck Silas like a physical blow. He stood in the Healing House, the tin of burn salve clutched in his fist, his mind suddenly blank as fresh snow.Amara—his Amara, the shadow that had trailed his steps for four winters, silent and warm—was going to take another’s mark? Bind her soul to another’s under the Blood Oak?A strange hollowness opened in his chest. He couldn’t name the sensation. Relief, perhaps, that the persistent ache of her presence would finally cease. Or was it something sharper, something that tasted like blood and loss?He stood there until his lungs burned."Silas?" Ilana’s voice drifted from the chamber, petulant, pulling him back. "You’re blocking the light."He turned. She sat on the furs, cradling her unmarked hand—the hand he had rushed to heal while Amara’s blood dried on the boundary stones outside. She looked nothing like the she-wolf he had claimed beneath the full moon four years ago.He had never thought them alike.The first ti
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The moment Elder Thorn finished speaking, Ilana suddenly curled inward, letting out a pained whine."Silas, if you're going to protect her like this, then I'll leave. Back to the Central Territories, and never return!"Silas's pupils contracted to slits. He ignored the Elder still kneeling on the stone floor and hauled Ilana against his chest."Ilana, don't—"He turned. The warmth in those golden eyes extinguished instantly, leaving something that scraped across my bones like blades."Amara," his voice dropped, each word wrapped in Alpha command that vibrated through my ribs until my breath hitched. "If there's a next time, you're banished from Northern territory. Even if Amara Thane comes crawling to lick my claws, it won't matter."The burn on my arm was blistering now. Cold sweat matted the fur along my spine. Yet my voice came out steady—frozen lake, dead water."You needn't worry. There won't be a next time."Silas stilled. He was used to my silence, my compliance, that stubborn e
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