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
Julian sat behind his desk, the glow of his computer screen casting pale light across the office. Spreadsheets filled the screen, reports detailing supply shipments and land contracts. His eyes moved steadily, each keystroke deliberate, as though order on the page might impose order everywhere else.
The window slid down with mechanical smoothness. An older man peered out, hair silvered at the temples, spectacles perched neatly on his nose. His smile was mild, his tone courteous. “Good evening, Miss Kaelani.” She stilled, every instinct flaring. The man inclined his head faintly. “Forgive the
Kaelani jolted awake, breathless, her body arching against the sheets as if the dream still held her captive. A hot pulse shuddered low in her abdomen, shame heating her cheeks even in the empty room. Her breath caught as the fragments returned—the dream. His hands gripping her as if she belonged t
The sharp scent of burning sugar hit Kaelani’s nose a second too late. She whipped the oven door open, coughing as smoke curled out in a bitter wave. The tray of croissants, once golden and perfect, was now blackened beyond saving. “Damn it,” she muttered, sliding them out and clattering the tray o







