เข้าสู่ระบบAurora
The moment I stood in front of the Black Wolf—with his throat under my hands—I'd expected to die. Completely.
The second I stepped between Jaxon and that black, hulking monster with nothing but murder in its eyes... I knew I was choosing death. I didn't even understand why.
A voice inside me simply whispered that I had to save Blackwood.
So I listened.
But when I finally faced the beast—he froze.
He actually froze.
The rage still churned off him, thick as smoke. Blood, soil, and that suffocating, nauseating power of his clung to the air... yet he didn't strike, not even when my claws extended.
What in the gods' name was happening?
I stared at him, confused, shocked that I was still breathing. My fingers loosened from his fur as I instinctively backed away, trying to meet h
AuroraAs his voice rolled through the walls. a cold shock slithered down my spine. That man wasn't scared to be here in another person's territory and mostly, despite everything he didn't sound scared of Jaxon—and when a man isn't scared of Jaxon, you had to fucking know that he had to be dangerous."It's Baron, right?" I whispered, barely audible even to myself.Jaxon's gaze snapped to me, startled. "How did you know?""Your pretend girlfriend told me," I muttered, "Now can you focus on the fact that he's right outside your house? What are we going to do?""I don't know why he's here. Stay inside, alright?" He turned toward the door, but I caught his hand, stopping him."I'm coming with you.""What?" He stared at me like I'd grown two heads. "No. You're not.""Yes, I am, Jaxon. Unless you want me to fight you, beat your ass, and walk out anyway—your choice."There was no way I was letting him go out there alone without knowing if Baron was here by himself or was here with his people
Aurora"I should've never agreed to clean with you," I groaned as he lifted me again, his hands locked firmly around my waist."Change the curtains, Aurora. Quickly. We have a lot more to do," he chuckled, far too entertained for someone holding me up in the air.Groaning, I grabbed the rod and slipped the loops in place, "Can't we just use a ladder? And besides—we had a rule of no touching." My voice tightened with frustration as he lowered me, his breath ghosting over the back of my neck, warm and slow, sending shivers racing through my skin.This—this was exactly why I hated this arrangement.He was making me forget my own rule.And worse, a shameful part of me liked that he was breaking it. I'd planned to make him suffer at least a little, make him work for every inch—but he was ruining that plan with just his touch.God, it was infuriating.He was going to win easy and clean this way."I don't have a ladder," he said, handing me another pair of pure white curtains. "So cooperate.
AuroraDid he figure it out?No. Fuck—he couldn't have.I froze at Dad's question, my spine going rigid as I studied him carefully, eyes narrowed. If he'd figured out that I slept with Jaxon—hell, banged him—he wouldn't be standing here all chill and casual.Yeah, yeah, nobody uses banged anymore, but fuck it. It fits.A deep frown settled between his brows. "What is that look, young lady? Am I interrogating you or are you interrogating me?!" he snapped, clearly offended.Okay.Green signal.He had no idea where I'd been last night."I was at... a friend's house," I said, flashing him the safest smile I could conjure. If he knew the truth, Jaxon would already be dead—and I'd be next."Friend? You don't have any friends.""Ouch, Dad!""Well, it's not like it's a bad thing," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Now tell me—where were you the entire night?""Like I said, I was with a—""Did you go out with that guy you were dancing with?" His frown deepened. "I don't approve. He's not good-lo
AuroraHe drove me home. The car was quiet—quiet in a way that held weight, not discomfort. My legs were draped over Jaxon's lap, my back leaned against the door as he kept his eyes on the road. Every few seconds he flicked a glance at me, quick but unmistakably hungry. He was holding back—which I was thankful for because if he didn't? I would have lost it too.He was driving slower than usual—controlled, composed—like he was afraid one wrong breath might pull us back into each other.And God... the memories wouldn't stop.The heat of his mouth.The way he'd pushed himself deep inside me, stretching me until I couldn't think.The way he'd moved—relentless, certain, sinful.My thighs pressed together at the thought."If you keep staring at me like that," he said quietly, fingers tightening on the wheel, "I'll pull over and fuck you all over again."The veins on his forearms stood out—beautiful, strong, like everything about him was built to ruin me."I can't help it, Alpha," I murmured
AuroraHonestly, I'd lost count of how many times I fell apart beneath him. Ten? More? I had no idea—my body had stopped keeping score hours ago. All it did was to take whatever he in his pure glory had offered to me.The first rays of morning slipped into the room, soft streaks of orange and red washing over everything.My head rested on Jaxon's arm. His other hand traced slow, lazy circles along my waist. We were still naked beneath the sheet, our skin warm from the night we'd wrung out of each other. It had barely been thirty minutes since the last round. Every inch of me ached—deep, delicious ache—but I wouldn't have traded a second of it.What I remembered most clearly wasn't my own orgasms...It was his. Just one though. But still...so sexy to watch that I couldn't forget it.The low grunt he tried—and failed—to swallow.The way his pupils dilated.The tightening of his hands on my body.The calm, controlled Alpha losing his composure for a heartbeat, even if the rest of him sta
AuroraI clung to Jaxon at the sound of his question, my nails sinking into his shoulders as if he were the only thing keeping me alive. The bed shook beneath us with every brutal, unrestrained thrust. He drove into me like a man possessed, and my walls tightened around him, clenching with each deep, devastating stroke—deeper than I ever thought my body could take.Holy shit...."You're killing me, Jaxon," I breathed, the words trembling as our eyes locked.Something flickered in his gaze—dark, hot, dangerous. He slowed, just barely, then caught my chin in his hand. His fingers were firm. His stare, unforgiving. He looked straight into me, as though he could see the frantic, shaking mess I was beneath him. He could, couldn't he? Yes. He fucking could."Don't worry," he murmured, his lips brushing mine—soft, intimate and painfully lethal. My pulse tripped over itself, "I won't let you die."God...Those words detonated inside me.My stomach flipped, my heartbeat stumbled, and the whol







