로그인Chapter: NeededSol stood at the edge of the ceremony grounds, eyes scanning the crowd of white-dressed wolves. Pairs formed under the moon, bonds snapping into place with howls and laughter. His gaze moved from face to face, shoulders, builds. He searched for one man only.Zaren.His heart pounded with raw relief every time he didn't feel a new pull. No mate bond hitting him tonight. The fear had sat heavy in his gut for weeks—the idea of some stranger locking eyes with him, the bond forcing him away from what he already had. Zaren. The man who had become everything without a name. Sol didn't want anyone else. He needed Zaren's hands, his voice, his cock. The stress of possibly losing that had kept him tight and restless. Tonight, with no bond claiming him, the relief felt like air rushing back into his lungs.He pushed through the edges of the crowd. Zaren's scent hit him—dark, smoky, masculine. His wolf paced hard inside his chest, drawn to it.Zaren stood in the corner shadows nea
Chapter: The Wrong DoorLiora pushed through the heavy oak door of the main house with Sol right behind her. The celebration noise chased them inside—laughs, clinking glasses, distant howls cutting the night. It all sounded wrong. Too bright. Too alive. Her chest pulled tight with every step, the bond yanking like a chain anchored somewhere out there in the dark.Sol stayed quiet until they reached the second-floor landing. Then he stopped her with a hand on her arm."Where's Keal.""He left." Her voice came out flat. "With Priscilla."Sol's jaw flexed. He scanned the empty hallway like he could summon the man just to punch him. "I'll find him. Drag his ass back here and make him—""Don't." Liora shook her head. "This isn't something you fix for me."She meant it. The bond wasn't a problem Sol could solve with fists or loyalty. It was hers. Hers and Keal's and the two wolves tearing at their insides.Sol studied her face for a long beat, then nodded once. No argument. That was why she
MisreadThe moon held everything still.Liora stood in the white dress with the tears moving down her face and the bond humming in her chest like something that had always been there and had finally been allowed to be loud and Keal was right there — ten feet, maybe less — and his eyes were on her and for one second, one single second, everything in the universe was exactly as it was supposed to be.Then his face changed.She watched it happen. Watched the recognition move through him — the bond snapping taut between them, bright and real and undeniable — and watched his eyes drop to the tears on her face and watched him read them.Watched him get it wrong.She didn't know that yet.She was still in the first second of it — the joy, the relief, the terrifying wide-open feeling of something confirmed that she'd been carrying quietly for longer than she'd admitted. The tears weren't grief. They weren't refusal. They were the specific tears that come when something you wanted so badly you
The Moon DecidesWhite.Everything white.The ceremonial clothes laid out on each bed like something holy — pure, pressed, the kind of white that didn't forgive anything. No color. No embellishment. Just the moon's color against dark sheets and the weight of what putting it on meant.Zaren looked at his for a long moment.Then picked it up and put it on. His face did nothing. The mirror gave him back a man who looked composed and he looked at that man and looked away and buttoned the last button and that was that.Keal sat on the edge of his bed with the shirt in his hands.He'd been sitting there for four minutes.Whatever happens, happens for the best.He said it once. Quietly. To the room. Like if he put it in the air it would become true by exposure. He put the shirt on. Stood up. Looked at himself in the mirror for exactly one second and walked out.Liora's hands were shaking.Not visibly — she'd made sure of that, pressing them flat against the dresser while she looked at hersel
TomorrowThe gala was still breathing downstairs.Music. Glass. Laughter that cost money. All of it carrying up through the floors like the house had a pulse and didn't know the people inside it were quietly falling apart.Sol sat on the edge of the bed.Then stood up.Walked to the window.Walked back.Sat down again.His hands found each other — fingers locking, unlocking, the specific restlessness of a body that needed to be doing something and had nothing to do. The ceiling was the same ceiling it had been an hour ago. The room was the same room. Everything was exactly as it had been before tonight and nothing was the same at all.Tomorrow the moon goddess would decide.The mate bond would either snap into place or it wouldn't and there was not a single thing — not status, not bloodline, not the careful distance he'd maintained for years — that changed what she chose.He'd spent his whole life being strategic. Positioning. Reading rooms and reading people and moving three steps ah
Sol’s hands shook as he tried to adjust himself in the hallway, but it was useless. His cock was brutally hard, a thick, angry length straining obscenely against the front of his pants. The swollen head throbbed with every heartbeat, leaking steadily and soaking a dark wet spot into the fabric. No matter how he shifted, the rigid shaft refused to settle. It curved upward, visibly pulsing, the heavy vein along the underside pulsing like it had its own desperate heartbeat.Every stolen glance at Zaren downstairs—those sharp, cold eyes, that unreadable face, the way his long fingers gripped his phone—made it ten times worse. Sol’s balls ached, drawn tight and full, begging for release. He needed Zaren’s hands. Needed that icy control wrapped around his throbbing dick. Needed to be used.“Fuck… shit,” he hissed, voice hoarse.He yanked his phone out and fired off the texts, thumbs flying.Sol: Really still talking?Sol: I’m all hard and waiting for you to finish what you started. My dick







