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TWELVE

مؤلف: Shiloh Darke
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Chapter Twelve: Through the Glass

The morning sun had climbed higher, burning away the last of the valley fog and leaving the sky a brilliant, sharp blue. In the living room, Clara was occupied with the twins, her patient voice floating through the apartment as she helped them construct an elaborate fortress out of wooden blocks.

Kelsie stood by the double oak doors of the apartment, her fingers tracing the smooth leather strap of her camera bag. The conversatio

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  • Shade of the Pines   EIGHTEEN

    Chapter Eighteen: Silver in the TimbersThe heavy black SUV ground to a halt at the edge of the dense timber, its tires churning through a slick patch of mud before Seth killed the engine.Outside, the air on the western ridge was crisp, biting, and thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. The washout was a steep, eroded embankment where spring runoff had carved a deep gully into the hillside, making it a natural blind spot for the pack’s boundary fence.The moment Seth opened his door, his entire posture transformed. The relaxed, teasing lover from the kitchen was gone; in his place stood the Sterling Alpha—lethal, hyper-vigilant, and radiating an invisible wave of dominance that made the air feel thin. He circled the vehicle in two long strides, opening Kelsie’s door and resting a firm, heavy hand on her waist as she stepped down onto the muddy trail."Stay close," Seth muttered, his amber eyes scanning the tree line. "Directly behind me."Heath and three heavy-set patro

  • Shade of the Pines   Sixteen

    Chapter 16: Tactical CuddlingThe logistics of getting into bed with a six-foot-four, three-hundred-pound Alpha werewolf turned out to be a complex mathematical problem Kelsie was entirely unequipped to solve.After returning her oversized robe to the bathroom, she had settled into a borrowed gray t-shirt of Seth’s that swallowed her down to her mid-thighs. It smelled overwhelmingly like him—cedar, ozone, and clean skin—which did absolutely nothing to quiet her mounting anxiety.The master bed was practically the size of a small zip code, heaped with plush charcoal linens, oversized pillows, and a heavy down comforter. That was the good news. The bad news was that Seth was currently standing on his side of the mattress, stripping off his heavy tactical shirt and leaving him in a thin, fitted black tank top and dark athletic pants.Okay. Focus on the ceiling, Kelsie told herself, sliding under the covers on her side and pulling the blanket up to her chin. You are an adult. You are a ma

  • Shade of the Pines   FIFTEEN

    Chapter 15: The Calm in the SteamThe heavy oak double doors clicked shut behind Seth with a quiet, solid thud, sealing the silence of the fourth-floor sanctuary around her.Kelsie stood in the center of the room, letting the stillness settle over her. Three sets of eyes. An involuntary shudder ran down her spine, but the surge of panic was almost instantly met by the solid reality of where she was right now. Safe. Deep inside the packhouse, elevated four stories above the mountain, surrounded by stone, timber, and the overwhelming scent of cedar and rain that belonged entirely to Seth.Pushing herself away from the foot of the bed, Kelsie walked through the massive wooden sliding door into the master bath.If the bedroom was designed for rest, this space was built for pure, unadulterated restoration. Deep charcoal slate tiles lined the floor and walls, catching the low, ambient glow of recessed lighting. Opposite a massive granite double vanity sat the drop-in soaking tub—an oversize

  • Shade of the Pines   FOURTEEN

    Chapter Fourteen: The Line in the StoneThe wind off the canyon crest caught the last of Kelsie’s tears, cooling her cheeks as she kept her palm pressed firmly against the heavy, rhythmic thumping of Seth’s heart. The silence on the recessed balcony was no longer a vacuum of isolation; it had transformed into a solid, shared weight. Two survivors standing at the apex of the world, looking down at the wreckage of their pasts and finding, for the first time, a common language in the ruins.Kelsie slowly swallowed the lump in her throat, her hazel eyes clearing as she looked up into the burning amber of his gaze. Her mind, usually a hyper-efficient machine of columns and spreadsheets, had completely abandoned its search for an external rulebook. She didn't need data to understand the man before her. She just needed to look at the fierce, unyielding tenderness in his face."Seth," she began, her voice a soft whisper that barely carried over the rustle of the Douglas fir canopy below. She

  • Shade of the Pines   THIRTEEN

    Chapter Thirteen: The Canopy SanctuaryThe massive double doors swung shut behind them, sealing out the rest of the packhouse and plunging the space into a deep, heavy quiet. Kelsie stepped into the foyer of the Alpha's private quarters, her eyes widening as the layout opened up before her.It wasn’t just an apartment; it was a sprawling, self-contained sanctuary that took up the entire fourth floor. The design was a masterclass in clean, modern architectural lines fused with raw, rustic elements. Vaulted ceilings exposed massive, rough-hewn cedar trusses, and a towering floor-to-ceiling fireplace made of dark river stone anchored the main living area. Plush, deep-leather sofas sat on dark oak floorboards, and the walls were lined with large, frameless windows that let the crisp mountain light flood every corner.Seth walked beside her, his physical presence feeling even larger now that they were entirely isolated."The main living

  • Shade of the Pines   TWELVE

    Chapter Twelve: Through the GlassThe morning sun had climbed higher, burning away the last of the valley fog and leaving the sky a brilliant, sharp blue. In the living room, Clara was occupied with the twins, her patient voice floating through the apartment as she helped them construct an elaborate fortress out of wooden blocks.Kelsie stood by the double oak doors of the apartment, her fingers tracing the smooth leather strap of her camera bag. The conversation at the breakfast bar was still echoing in her mind, but her hands were itching. For a photographer, a location like the Sterling packhouse—with its dramatic angles, soaring wood beams, and the raw, untamed wilderness pressing right against the glass—was pure temptation. She couldn't resist.Slugging the heavy bag over her shoulder, she stepped out into the grand hallway. The house was quiet now, the administrative bustle of the pack safely contained behind closed office door

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