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 night air was heavy with the scent of fresh cut grass and regret. From the balcony, Julian watched the workers below setting torches along the garden’s path, their flames flaring and dimming like fireflies in the dark. The whole place was being transformed for the ceremony — the celebration of h
Julian woke with a sharp inhale, every muscle taut as his eyes adjusted to the dim light spilling through the blinds of his office. For a fleeting, fractured second, he could still feel her — the warmth of her body pressed against his, the scent of her hair, the fading echo of a song that didn’t bel
The highway cut through the dark like a blade, its empty stretch swallowing the glow of his headlights. Julian’s hands tightened around the steering wheel until the leather groaned beneath his grip. He should’ve stayed at the pack house. Should’ve gone to the gym, locked himself back in his office—a
He couldn’t even remember half of what she’d said—something about the seating chart, the shade of ribbon for the centerpieces, the exact placement of the ceremonial torches. He murmured, “Whatever you think is best,” more than once, the words automatic, hollow. The hum of voices blurred into backgr







