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Sixty Four

Auteur: Bella J
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-15 14:01:22

EMBERLY

When I woke up the next morning, I lay there for a long time, watching the pale gray light seep through the curtains, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Jordan's breathing beside me. His arm was draped across my stomach, heavy and warm, his face half-buried in the crook of my neck.

But I couldn't stop touching him.

My hand drifted down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair that led lower. His skin was hot beneath my fingers, and I felt that pull again. The mat
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  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Sixty Five

    AUTHOR'S POVBeta Ronan leaned against the reinforced steel bumper of his blacked-out SUV, the glowing cherry of his cigar burning bright in the deep shadows. He checked his watch, the metal cold against his wrist, just as the heavy crunch of combat boots echoed from the end of the alley.One of Jordan’s hand-picked elite private guards stepped into the dim glow of the streetlamp. The man looked exhausted, his dark blue uniform soaked through from the miserable weather."Cold night for a perimeter shift," Ronan said smoothly, his voice slicing through the sound of the pouring rain. He took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a thick cloud of grey smoke. "The athletic department usually keeps the heating grates running near the dorms. You should tell the maintenance crew to fix that.""Yes, sir," the guard replied tightly, his posture going rigid. He knew exactly who Ronan was, and he knew a Beta of the Southern Pack did not wait in dirty campus alleyways just to discuss building main

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Sixty Four

    EMBERLYWhen I woke up the next morning, I lay there for a long time, watching the pale gray light seep through the curtains, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Jordan's breathing beside me. His arm was draped across my stomach, heavy and warm, his face half-buried in the crook of my neck.But I couldn't stop touching him.My hand drifted down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair that led lower. His skin was hot beneath my fingers, and I felt that pull again. The mate bond humming under my skin, demanding closeness, demanding that I do a thing or two to that fat cock.I let my hand slide lower, my fingers brushing through the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He stirred in his sleep, a soft grunt escaping his lips. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his half-hard cock. He was thick even like this, and I felt a pulse of heat between my legs as I started to stroke him.Slow. Deliberate. Watching his face the whole time.His cock hardened in my grip, fil

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Sixty Three

    EMBERLYThe air in the apartment felt heavy, like it was being squeezed through a straw. I stood by the reinforced window, my forehead pressed against the cool glass, watching the shadows stretch across the quad. Somewhere out there, Alpha Magnus was hunting me, and Garrett Butler, a man who didn’t believe in mercy, was likely already narrowing the perimeter. Every rustle of leaves outside sounded like a footstep. Every flickering campus light felt like an eye watching us."Em, step away from the window."Jordan’s voice was low, vibrating against the floorboards. I turned to look at him. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his shoulders hunched, his eyes fixed on the door. He looked like a coiled spring, ready to snap."They’re close, aren't they?" I whispered, my voice sounding thin and alien in the small room."My father is sweeping the north side," Jordan said, his tone clipped, professional. "He’s methodical. And Garrett? Garrett doesn’t play by the rules. If he catches a

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Sixty Two

    AUTHOR'S POVAlpha Magnus stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his suite, his silhouette a dark cut against the city lights. He held a tablet, tapping a finger against the screen. The daily intel reports from the university were late. For three days, the surveillance logs regarding the "academic supervisor" had been nonexistent."The campus has uh… become a black hole," Magnus said, his voice quiet, almost a whisper. "The flow of reports has stopped. My son is playing a game, and I have lost the thread."Ronan shifted, his heels clicking against the marble floor. "Jordan has been erratic, Alpha. He is distracted.""Distracted?" Magnus stepped closer, his gaze hardening. "Distraction is a human weakness. Jordan is many things, but he is not careless. If he is losing interest in his surveillance, it is because he has found something more valuable to watch.""I will personally oversee the sweep," Ronan replied, his jaw set. "If the boy is still on the grounds, I will drag him into th

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Sixty One

    AUTHOR'S POVEmberly stepped out into the freezing night air. A loud, wet groan broke the silence of the courtyard. One of Jordan’s elite security guards stumbled up the concrete steps. His large hand tightly clutched his left shoulder. Dark, thick blood pumped fast from a deep, jagged cut. It was a massive blade wound from Garrett Butler’s ambush. The guard's eyes rolled back in his head. His knees gave out, and he crashed heavily onto the hard concrete.Emberly did not scream. Her mind went completely blank of fear. Cold, hard muscle memory took over instantly. Before all this, she was a Lynne. Her father was not just a pack Beta. He was a master pack tactician and a frontline field medic. She had seen him several times stitch up torn warriors. He taught her exactly how to stop a dying wolf from bleeding out in the dirt.She dropped to her knees right beside the massive guard. The blood was bright red. It sprayed in a fast rhythm, matching the beat of his failing heart. A major ar

  • I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate   Sixty

    AUTHOR'S POV Victoria did not back down or cower. After Jordan delivered his warning, she stood her ground, her posture straight and her expression completely hard. She looked at him not as a frightened fiancée, but as an equal."You might hold the title of the Alpha heir, Jordan, but you need to remember who truly holds the power here," Victoria delivered a cutting, calculated threat. Her voice was cold and steady. "My family holds the keys to the entire financial and legal stability of the Southern Pack. If you continue to prioritize that scrawny academic supervisor over our political alliance, I will not just ruin the boy. I will publicly implicate you in a pack scandal. I will ensure my father strips you of your succession rights before the end of the week. You will have no money, no title, and no protection."She turned and walked away, her heels crunching loudly on the gravel, leaving Jordan staring at her back with a dark, heavy anger building in his chest.A few minutes late

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