LOGINMona’s POV: Sebastian had finally gone to find Ulric. For what, God only knew. After all that banging earlier—the kind that nearly ruined our session—I hoped whatever Ulric wanted was worth it. Because for that much noise, the mansion had better been on fire. Hm. I was standing in the middle of his room— massive, too big for one man— when the door clicked shut behind him. I stood there for a moment, still naked, still warm from his touch before finally turning to face the mirror. And goddess. My face was flushed—cheeks pink, lips swollen, eyes bright in a way I barely recognized. My hair? Even worse. An absolute wreck. A laugh slipped out of me when I noticed it. I turned slightly, studying myself the way l'd never dared before. My breasts sat fuller, heavier, nipples still tight. There was a faint red mark on my collarbone where his mouth had been. His mouth..oh god. I didn’t realize my teeth had caught my lip until I tasted the ache of it—the memories
Sebastian’s POV: "Then let them." I gripped her hips and dragged her down onto me, burying myself to the hilt in one slow stroke. She gasped, her nails biting into my shoulders, her back arching as I filled her. "Fuck," she breathed. Goddess, she felt good. Warm. Wet. Tight. I didn’t give her time to adjust. With one hand splayed across her ass and the other closed around her throat—drawing her down until her moan spilled into my mouth—I set the pace from beneath her. Driving up into her. Slow. Deep. Hard. Oh holy fuck. I could feel her cunt clench my dick and hell, it was driving me crazy. Her hands were locked around my neck, her breasts bouncing against my chest with every thrust from underneath. She was trembling—part fear, part want—and I loved it. Loved the way her nails dug into my shoulders. Loved the way her breath hitched every time I shifted beneath her. And suddenly, sonething shifted. She pressed down
Sebastian’s POV: "Alpha?" The voice followed the knock. Old. Weak. Inquisitive. There was only one person it could be. Elder Ulric. What could he possibly want at this hour? Mona froze above me, her head already turned, eyes locked on the door. Strange, but I could hear her heartbeat through her cunt, pressed hard against me. She stared at the door a while, as if waiting for another knock—then turned, her face filling with worry. "Sebastian—“ she whispered, the panic in her voice clear. "Shhh." I pressed my fingers to her lips. "Don't make a sound." “Alpha, are you in there?” The knock became even more persistent. "Get off." My whisper came against her lips, my fingers still there. "Slowly." She started to move—slow, careful—her eyes flicking to the door again and again. But my hands closed around her waist and held her still. When she'd finally climbed off me— “What are we going to do? He’s going to—“ "Come with m
Mona’s POV: I woke up to warmth—and to the slow circle of Sebastian’s fingers around my nipples beneath my robe. Slow. Deliberate. Like he'd been at it a while, waiting for me to surface. I kept my eyes closed, letting my breath stay even, as I pretended to still be asleep. I wanted to see how far he'd take it before I moved. His thumb dragged over one peak, then the other, back and forth, a lazy rhythm that sent heat curling low in my belly. The sheets were tangled somewhere around my waist and Sebastian's arm wrapped around me as his fingers circled, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm against my neck. The morning light filtering through the curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the bed. A small smile crept along my face before I could stop it and he caught it. Shit. "You’re awake," he murmured against my skin. I didn’t answer. I felt his lips brush my shoulder. Soft. Tender. He pulled me closer, his arm tightening around my waist, e
*AM NÄCHSTEN TAG*Zurück in Nightfang …Kades Perspektive:Ich konnte letzte Nacht kaum schlafen.Ich wälzte mich unruhig auf meinen Laken hin und her, während mich nur ein einziger Gedanke verfolgte.Eine Person. Eine Frau.Mona.Ich lag im Bett, starrte an die Decke und spielte jeden Moment durch, den wir geteilt hatten. Die Art, wie sie über meine Witze gelacht hatte. Die Art, wie sie mich im Garten angesehen hatte. Die Art, wie sie mich im Ballsaal geküsst hatte. Die Art, wie sie mich in der Küche angefleht hatte, ihr meinen Schwanz hineinzustoßen.Oh fuck, das war heiß gewesen.Aber jetzt verstand ich nicht, was los war.Es schien, als würde sie sich wieder zurückziehen. Als versuchte sie, mir aus dem Weg zu gehen. Was keinen Sinn ergab, bedachte man alles, was in der Woche zuvor geschehen war.Ich wusste nicht, ob ich nur zu viel nachdachte oder ob sie sich tatsächlich von mir distanzierte.Die Art, wie sie sich auf dem Balkon verhalten hatte, war seltsam gewesen. So seltsam.Un
Marcello’s POV: What the hell was he doing here? "Kael?” My voice was barely a whisper as my brows drew together. He stepped out of the shadows, a slow smile spreading across his face. The same smile he'd worn when he'd threatened me.The same smile he'd worn when he'd demanded to be Co-Alpha. "It’s been a while, Marcello." I didn’t understand it. No one had been allowed to see my father so how did he— “Father?” I turned to my father, my heart pounding. “..father, what is this? What’s Kael doing here?” My father didn’t reply. At least, not yet. He reached for the pitcher on his bedside table and poured himself a glass of water—slow, deliberate—as if I hadn’t just said whatever I’d said. Behind him, Kael drew closer, that disgusting smile still on his face. My father lifted the cup and drank and as I watched his throat move.. “Father, this is _" "You see, Marcello." He cut me off, setting the cup down with a clink. "When an Alpha can no longer execute his dut







