เข้าสู่ระบบHe reaches his fingers out for his own communication crystal, turning the power on the exact second I start my first stylus sketch. Nonstop pack alerts and messages begin feeding through the screen, and I watch his beautiful expression instantly shift from happy comfort to intense frustration as I draw his lines."Is everything okay on your feed, Luka?"His nostrils flare, his scent turning sour."Lukan," I say, my dominant voice capturing his full attention."The war has officially begun." He flips the crystal screen around, showing my eyes the bold headline of a prominent territory article.LUKAN VALE AND IVANOV DRAKOS: NEW HOT PAIRING OR A FAKE TREATMENT OF THE BLOOD BOND?"What exact scout sent your crystal this trash?""Selene," he whispers, his jaw locking. "My sister keeps up with the city gossip feeds.""Let my beast guess the text. The writer detailed your valley upbringing, where your wolf trained at Blackthorn Academy, and the exact night our trails crossed at the Citadel?"
Luka stares him down with absolute, unwavering dominance. "Oh, my inner beast explicitly chose Ivanov."Philip's mouth drops open, absolutely zero words escaping his throat."Well, Luka, your wolf has officially stunned the loudmouth speechless, an event that never happens in this pack.""Did the fall hurt your paws?" Philip asks, recovering his arrogance as he steps closer to Luka.Luka tilts his head, his brow lifting. "What fall?""When your gorgeous frame fell straight from the Lunar Heavens?""Okay, cut the alpha flirting with my future mate before my beast handles the disrespect," I rumble, stepping between them and planting a heavy, warning palm onto his broad shoulder.Philip grins, holding his hands up. "My eyes do not spot a binding moonstone ring on that tracker finger yet.""The definitive keyword is yet, warrior," Luka says, playfully wiggling his bare ring finger before casting a burning look directly over at my chest. "But the bond becomes official very soon."His perfo
IVANOV DRAKOS POV"Move your thick thighs before my wolf loses control and claims this tight space completely," I growl into the darkness of the comically small canvas dome, my skin slick with heat as Lukan’s male frame remains molded directly to my chest.My large palm rests flat against his bare, muscled stomach, his heavy ass pressing firm against my groin. My left arm is completely asleep under his weight and my spine aches from the hard stone ground, but a loose smile pins my mouth anyway. Based on the bright amber light filtering through the nylon, the dawn sun is officially rising over the territory."What exact hour is it, Alpha?" Luka asks, his throat clearing with a rough, gravelly rasp. "My wolf is so incredibly thirsty.""My hands will gather some fresh well water for your throat," I rumble back, my voice vibrating against his shoulder blades. "The dial reads five minutes past six.""Do not leave this den yet," he pleads softly, his body shifting as his warm arms wrap tigh
"No. When my wolf is sitting with you like this on a mountain, the connection feels entirely real, Ivanov. Back home, I was far too busy trying to make every other alpha happy instead of focusing on what my own beast desired."He nods his massive head, his jaw brushing my temple. "My wolf understands that burden more than your spirit will ever know."We finish consuming the trail food in silence, and Ivanov rests his heavy chin directly on my shoulder while our eyes enjoy the dying pulse of the fire. My eyelids grow incredibly heavy in the dark, making me realize exactly how spent my body is from the long trek. "Can our wolves go to bed now?""Yes," he rumbles, lifting my frame effortlessly as he gathers our food trash to move the scent far away from our canvas tent. He locks the scraps securely inside the bear-proof cooler on the back of the Nightclaw Rover, meeting my eyes as I stand staring at the comically small nylon dome."Go ahead, tracker. Your wolf goes first," he says as his
LUKAN "LUKA" VALE POV"Go ahead and scavenge for dry pine blocks while I try to conquer this mountain peak altitude," I grunt, watching Ivanov grip the expired canister of territorial bear spray before his massive alpha frame slips into the thick tree line.I suck in a sharp breath of thin alpine air, forcing my lungs to settle while my golden eyes scan the perimeter of the ancient forest. It is a stunning, wild location, and a deep part of my wolf is genuinely glad we are setting up camp on these frozen borders. As I walk around the dirt clearing, my boots click against a circular ring of heavy volcanic stones packed with old, blackened coal dust. It is a clear sign that rogue scouts and trackers usually pitch their shelters in this exact spot.I lift the canvas storage bag from the rear seat of the Nightclaw Rover, unlatching the cords to dump the material onto the grass. The exact moment the bundle hits the dirt, a loud, breathy laugh escapes my lips. I laugh so hard that a few hot
Lukan is genuinely kind and possesses a pure heart, that much my wolf knows for certain, and I trust his spirit.He flips the notebook back to the early pages, which include countless drawings of pack boardrooms, long trail crossings, stacks of territory treaties, and random mugs of bean sap in different dens. I look over his shoulder as his eyes devour each sketch again. Then, my sharp eyes notice the sudden pattern shift in the drawings.“What is it?” He searches my face, immediately noticing the shift in my scent.My flat, two-dimensional reality transformed completely into a three-dimensional world of wild adventure the exact day my wolf met him.My drawings suddenly blossomed with a thousand small details, memories my beast never wants to lose while we run together. Nothing is left out of the pages anymore.“It is one of my wolf's tells.” I flip through the notebook pages quickly, and he leans his chest closer to focus on the ink. “Watch the visual progression.”“Right there,” he







