LOGINSelene's POV:“Gregory… oh gods, yes…” The words came out breathy, needy, and he smiled against my skin like he’d been waiting for exactly that sound. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking slow and deep, tongue flicking over it in lazy circles while his hand worked the other one, pinching just hard enough to send sparks straight down between my legs. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there as heat flooded through me. He switched sides, giving the other breast the same worship, teeth grazing lightly, then soothing with his tongue until I was squirming under him, thighs pressing together for any kind of friction.“Feel that?” he whispered, lifting his head just enough to look at me with those glowing eyes. “That’s me reminding you who you belong to. Who we belong to. Together.” He kissed down my stomach next, slow burn all the way, nipping at my ribs, licking the dip of my navel like he had all the time in the world. His hands hooked into the waistban
Selene's POV:The phone screen glowed in the dim orange light of the treehouse like some kind of warning from the shadows themselves. My fingers tightened around it before I could stop them. The message stared back at me plain and ugly. Unknown number. Just those words. Sooner your happiness will turn into a mourn. No name. No explanation. Just that single line sitting there like a blade pressed to my throat. My wolf stirred hard under my skin, hackles rising, a low growl building in my chest that I had to swallow down fast. The warmth that had been pooling between Gregory and me a second ago turned cold in an instant. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out. Blake. Alex. Gregory. All of them flashed through my mind in one sharp rush and I felt the fear sink its teeth in deep. Gregory’s arms were still locked around me but he felt the shift immediately. His body went still against mine the way only an alpha can when he senses danger in the air. “Selene?” His voice was low
Lyra’s POV:Maya’s words landed on me like a spark on dry grass. “Then get ready to be eaten, my love-wolf.”I was still lying on my back on the bed, legs hanging off the edge, heart hammering so hard it made the bruise on my chest throb in time with it. But the pain felt distant now, pushed aside by the way she was looking at me. Her eyes were dark, soft, full of something that made my stomach flip and my skin heat all at once. She was still standing between my knees, shorter than me but somehow towering in this moment, her hands resting lightly on my thighs.I swallowed. “I’ve been ready since the first time you looked at me like this.”She smiled, slow and wicked and so full of love it hurt worse than the golf ball ever could. Then she climbed onto the bed, careful not to jostle me, and crawled up my body until she was straddling my hips. Her weight settled on me gently, warm and perfect, and I let out a shaky breath.“Does it still hurt?” she whispered, leaning down so her lips br
Maya’s POV:I looked at Lyra sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes steady on mine even though pain still lingered in the tight line of her jaw. The question I had asked hung between us like something alive. My heart was beating so loud I was sure she could hear it.“What if I say the feeling is mutual,” I said slowly, “but I can’t give you commitment right now? Will you still be with me?”The words left my mouth, and for a second I wished I could pull them back. But I couldn’t. This was the truth I had. I loved her. I knew that now. But everything else—Alex, my father, my uncle, the pack expectations, the future—was still a mess I hadn’t figured out.Lyra’s face changed. The guarded look melted away and something bright and warm took its place. Her eyes softened and the corners of her mouth lifted in the smallest, most honest smile I had ever seen on her. It made my chest ache in a completely different way.She looked happy. Really happy.“Do you really love me?” she asked quietly.
Maya's POV:The door opened and Lyra was standing in it with her hand pressed flat against the right side of her chest and her face doing the thing it did when she was in pain and working very hard to look like she was not in pain.I stepped in immediately.Closed the door behind me and turned the lock because whatever this was it was not a hallway conversation and it was not an open door situation.Lyra had not moved from the spot. She was still standing with her hand at her chest and her expression was the controlled version but the control was costing her and I could see exactly what it was costing her in the slight tension around her eyes and the way she was breathing, careful and measured and a fraction shallower than normal."What happened," she said.Her voice was even. Of course it was even."I was about to ask you that," I said."I am fine.""Your hand has been on your chest since you opened the door.""It is a reflex."I looked at her face and then at her hand and then aroun
Selene's POV:The treehouse was quiet tonight.Gregory's heartbeat was steady under my cheek. His fingers moved through my hair slowly and I kept my eyes on the wooden ceiling above us. The small lamp in the corner threw everything in warm orange and outside the wind moved through the leaves.I was thinking again."You are doing that thing," Gregory said."What thing?""Thinking too loud."I smiled a little but I did not feel it fully. I pressed my cheek back against his chest."I keep thinking about them," I said. "Blake and Alex both."Gregory's hand stilled for just a moment then continued its slow movement through my hair."They will find their way," he said."You always say that.""Because it is always true."I lifted my head and looked at him. "Gregory. Blake is my son. Alex is your son. They love each other. That part is not the problem. The problem is that Alex thinks he has to choose. He thinks what is happening between us is somehow a threat to what he has with Blake. He has
Blake’s POV:Tuesday night crept in quietly, but the sky told a different story.Thick clouds covered the moon, heavy and restless, like they were arguing with the wind. The air felt damp. The kind of night that promised thunder but had not delivered it yet. That kind always made my chest feel tigh
Alex's POV:I stopped before the land turned Silver.I knew the exact line even in the dark. The air shifted there. The ground felt tighter under my boots, like it was holding its breath. One more step and I would be inside their territory. One more step and everything I was trying to avoid would b
Maya’s POV:I knew Blake had left before anyone told me.The academy feels different when certain people are gone. Quieter in strange places. Louder in others. Blake Silver's leaving created a space that people filled quickly with guesses and lies.I stood near the balcony outside the dorm wing, wa
Alex’s POV:I did not plan to stand there.My feet brought me on their own, stopping near the academy gate, half hidden behind the old stone pillar. From here, I could see the driveway clearly. I told myself I was just passing by. That I would leave in a minute.Then the car arrived.Black. Silver







