LOGINI stayed in the tub until the water began to cool, the steam having long since vanished into the quiet of the bathroom. The physical ache in my limbs had mostly faded, replaced by a steady, grounding strength that felt more like the warrior I knew myself to be. I dried off slowly, my movements deliberate as I pulled on a soft robe. When I finally opened the door, I found Adrian standing by the large window of our bedroom, his back to me. He had been waiting, just as he said he would.He turned the moment he heard the door click, his expression softening when he saw me. He didn’t say anything at first, just searched my face to see if the storm of tears had truly passed. I gave him a small, weary nod, and I saw the tension leave his shoulders."I'm going to wash up," he said, his voice regaining that calm, Alpha resonance. "The pack is already stirring. We should head down soon.""I'll be ready," I promised.As he disappeared into the bathroom, I moved toward the wardrobe. I chose my cl
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. The silence stretched between us, and the longer it lasted, the more I felt my heart sink into my stomach. I was sure I had just made things incredibly awkward, exposing a level of insecurity that a Luna shouldn’t possess. Finally, I forced myself to look up from my hands, expecting to see confusion or maybe even a hint of annoyance on his face. Instead, I found him smiling down at me. It wasn't a mocking smile, but there was a definite light in his eyes that I hadn't expected. "What?" I asked, my voice snapping with a bit of defensive edge. "Is it funny? Am I a joke to you right now?" He let out a short, breathy laugh and shook his head, though the warmth didn't leave his expression. "No... no, baby. Please, tell me that isn't the reason why you were crying." He was trying so hard to look serious, pulling his features into a mask of composure, but I could see the amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. It made me feel even more expo
I stubbornly wanted to shove him off me, to push his hands away and prove that I could stand on my own, but who was I kidding? My body was a traitor, and my mind was even worse. I didn't even recognize the rush of emotions filling me right now; it was a messy, tangled knot of gratitude, confusion, and a deep-seated fear that I was being handled instead of loved. I felt so messed up, caught between the lingering glow of the pleasure he had given me and the cold, biting doubt of why he hadn't taken anything for himself. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I let the tears go, a sob breaking out of my chest before I could stop it. "What's wrong, babe?" Adrian asked. His voice was frantic, the transition from his calm, post-care tone to pure alarm happening in a second. He noticed the change in my mood immediately, his face clouding with a worry so intense it was almost painful to look at. "Did I hurt you? Is it the food? Is something wrong with the room?" He was stammering, his words tri
I pushed my legs as wide as they could possibly go, straining against my own limits because I needed to be closer, needed more of him than I already had. My muscles were trembling with the effort, and just when I thought I couldn't stretch any further, Adrian shifted. He moved with a sudden, forceful grace, replacing his tongue with his fingers in one swift, powerful motion. He thrust into me so hard and so deep that a piercing scream tore from my throat, but it was cut short as his lips crashed onto mine, swallowing the sound and turning it into a muffled vibration against his skin. The world vanished. There was no room, no pack, no past—just the sensation of him filling me and the frantic rhythm we had created together. I felt my body reaching a breaking point, a tension so tight it was almost unbearable. I pulled my hands from his hair and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking them tight and pulling him into me as if I could draw him into my very soul. Then, it happened. My
"I want you. I want you so much, Adrian. Please, don't stop," I begged. Any last trace of shame or hesitation I’d been clinging to simply vanished, burned away by the heat radiating between us. I didn't care about being the composed warrior or the dignified Luna in this moment; I was just a woman who had been starved of her mate’s touch for far too long. I needed him to fill the void that had been hollowed out inside me since the day I left. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with an intensity that made my breath hitch. "At your command, my love," he said, his voice a low, rough promise. I felt him add another finger, the sudden fullness making me gasp. I let out a sharp cry—a mixture of raw pleasure and a momentary sting of pain as my body tried to make room for him. It was a lot to take in at once, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I focused on him, on the way his jaw was set and the way his own breathing had become a series of ragged hitches. I began to move my hips, adjusting
Adrian didn’t just walk toward the bed; his entire demeanor shifted in a heartbeat. He moved with a heavy, predatory grace that made the air in the room feel thick and hard to breathe. I watched him, my heart hammering against my ribs, unable to look away even if I had wanted to. My gaze was fixed on his face, and in the bright morning light, I started noticing every single detail I had been too distracted or too tired to see before. I saw the slight curve of his nose, the way his eyelashes cast long shadows against his cheekbones, and the intense, burning focus in his dark eyes. He looked like a man who had finally found exactly what he had been searching for, and for the first time, I didn't feel like running away from that look. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling dry as my eyes traveled slowly down from his face. My gaze traced the lines of his neck and the broad slope of his shoulders, moving over the hard planes of his chest until I couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge
Alpha Alessandro’s beta, Thomas, met them at the entrance and hurried off to fetch his alpha. Moments later, Alessandro appeared, his presence commanding, but before he could get a word out, Adrian interrupted, his voice low and tight, barely containing his fury. “Where is she?” he demanded, his ha
We attacked and the battle began, but I noticed that Adrian wasn’t fighting me. He was avoiding a direct fight with me, and it looked deliberate. He moved through the chaos, dodging my swings, his eyes darting toward me but never engaging. It was infuriating. Alpha Alessandro, on the other hand, wa
After three long days, Adrian had finally stirred from his coma-like state, his eyes opening to a world Katrina had hoped she could shape to her will. She had been so sure that when he woke, she could make him see the truth—Ashley was the reason he’d nearly died, the reason he’d gone to Iron Claw a
Lucas’s eyes darted to Silas, his suspicion growing. “That’s a weak story, Silas,” he said, his voice low, trying not to push Adrian too far. “A guy with no name, just happens to know Ashley’s with Iron Claw? You expect us to believe that?” “Tell me again Silas—what was your claim?” Adrian demande







