LOGIN“You really gotta stop popping up like that,” he muttered, running a hand over his face. “What if I was using the toilet?” Kaelani tilted her head, actually considering it. “I suppose you’re right,” she said after a beat. “I’m still getting the hang of this, okay?” Garrick huffed something that m
“I love you,” he said, like it was the only truth he had left, like he wasn’t going to dress it up. “I love you, Kaelani.” Kaelani swallowed, breath trembling. “I…” Her voice caught. Then she finally said it—quiet, raw, real. “I love you too.” It hit him like a clean blade. Julian’s eyes close
His forearms caged her in, holding her tight to his chest—close enough that she could feel the violence of his heartbeat, close enough that the bond between them felt like a live wire. Kaelani’s hands clutched his shoulders, nails biting lightly as she wrapped her legs around him, breath stuttering
Time stretched while they stayed knotted—breathing each other in, tangled together in the aftermath, his wolf quieting just enough to let him rest. Kaelani’s fingers threaded through his hair, slow strokes, steadying him the same way his hold steadied her. The bond between them pulsed—present, hun
“You’re safe,” he said, low and certain. “Give it to me.” Kaelani’s body clenched—pleasure spiking so sharply it stole her breath. Her back arched, a broken sound tearing out of her as she came with his name on her lips. “Julian—!” Her hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs locked around him. And
Almost. His hand went to the button of his pants, then the zipper, dragging it down before shoving the fabric low on his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed everything lower—kicking the material off one leg, then the other—never once breaking eye contact. His cock was rock har
The sun had climbed higher by the time Kaelani finally left the house. The air was warm, the streets busy, the kind of ordinary noise that should’ve drowned out the thoughts still buzzing in her head. But Julian’s voice lingered — that low, careful tone from the morning call replaying like an itch s
Julian sat alone in his office, the early morning sun spilling across Kaelani’s file. His gaze lingered on the line he couldn’t let go of: Origin: Lycan. Secondary Origin: Unknown. His thumb brushed the edge of her photo, that grainy image of a too-young girl with storm-gray eyes. “What are you?”
Jace’s brows lifted, his tone edging toward disbelief. “If you were dreaming about Elara, why not just call her? Would’ve been a hell of a lot easier.” Julian’s gaze snapped to his, something sharp flashing there before he looked away, jaw tightening. A beat of silence stretched, then he muttered,
Julian’s grip tightened on her hips, holding her open as his tongue dove between her folds. He devoured her without restraint, slurping up her sweetness, his groans vibrating against her clit until she was writhing against the counter. The sounds—wet, obscene, relentless—filled the room, each stroke







