WRECK ME...PLEASEHis grip on both my wrists tightened as his other hand yanked my top over my head. With a hungry urgency, he palmed my breasts through my bralette, fingers pressing into the delicate flesh with an almost punishing intensity. He pushed deeper into my mouth, his tongue moved fiercely against mine, heat curling low in my belly as wetness bloomed in my panties.Breaking the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine—burning, possessive. His breath, hot and heavy, fanned across my cheek before his teeth grazed it, biting down just enough to make me shiver.Without warning, his head dipped and his mouth closed over my left nipple through the lace. The sudden bite made me gasp—a sharp mix of pleasure and pain exploding across my chest. His tongue traced circles, then flicked over the sensitive peak before his teeth found it again. I gripped handfuls of his hair, gasping as he moved to my other breast, giving it the same intoxicating torment. My thoughts dissolved into a fog—I couldn’t
Taking the U-turn, memories of Logan crashed into me like a wave. His face, his voice, his final words echoed relentlessly. I bit down hard on my lip to stop the sob building in my throat.> “Little one…”> “Please, Elena. I’m begging you to forgive me. I made a mistake. I was weak. But I never stopped loving you.”> “Don’t let me go. Please. I’ll do anything to make it right.”> “I loved you, Elena… Tell Liam he’s the better man. He won.”His last words—stuttered, broken—still rang in my ears before he went limp in my arms. I couldn’t save him. I watched him die. He died for me.My hands flew to my mouth as a violent sob ripped through me. I pressed my forehead against the wall, trembling, trying to ground myself in the cold.My heart throbbed painfully. I missed him… more than I could bear.> *‘Stop thinking of him like that! Stop your pitiful mourning!’*> Ivana snapped inside me, her voice sharp and unforgiving. She wasn’t just angry—she was furious. But how could I explain it to
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: BLOOD TIES AND BRUISESELENA'S POVIt’d been a week, but nothing really felt different.Logan was gone, and somehow the world kept spinning, even though everything inside me had stopped. If it weren't for Liam's love and care, I really doubted if I'd feel all good right now.Liam and I had returned to Logan’s pack three days ago, to bury him properly, in the place he once ruled, the same place that once felt like a prison to me. And now… here we were. Him in the ground, and me standing in his home like I belonged.I didn’t.Lydia hadn’t left the room since we brought Logan’s body back. No one had seen her eat. Or speak. She’d locked the door the first day, but now it hung open like she couldn’t care anymore.Drawing out a deep sigh, I walked in without knocking.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, barefoot, her hair a mess. One of Logan’s old shirts hung off her frame like she was just trying to hold onto whatever was left of him. Her eyes moved slowly to me
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: BLOOD IN THE DIRT (Liam’s POV) I turned from Elena and shifted mid-run, clothes tearing away as fur broke through skin and my paws pounded the dirt with fury. Mason and Caleb were already ahead, leading the warriors through the trees, but the moment I burst out of the woods, the stench of blood and rogues slammed into me like a wall, and there was no time to think, only to fight. They came like a wave, snarling, crazed, teeth bared and eyes soulless. I launched into the nearest one, sinking my jaw into his throat, tearing it open before swinging around to slam another rogue into the ground, his spine cracking beneath my weight. I shifted back into human form, breathing hard, eyes darting as I caught sight of Elena charging in behind me with her dagger, and my heart lurched. “Elena, stay back!” I yelled, slashing a rogue across the face and kicking him away, but she didn’t even flinch. “You die, I die,” she shouted back, driving her blade into a rogue’s
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: ALPHA VS ALPHALiam’s POVI didn’t even stop to grab a damn weapon.The second I heard the scout's voice tremble with the word “rogues,” I was halfway out the door with Mason and Caleb on my heels. The sky was heavy, overcast, like it already knew what was coming. My wolf strained under my skin, restless, ready to tear into the bastards threatening my pack.But I didn’t make it ten steps outside before he appeared.Logan.Standing dead in my path like he’d been waiting. No armor. No urgency. Just that smug, infuriating calm on his face.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.Derek and Caleb stiffened beside me. Logan’s eyes didn’t move from mine.“Liam,” he said, as if we were about to have a damn conversation instead of deal with a war.I stopped walking. “Move. Now.”“I’m not letting you leave.”I stared at him, disbelief and rage twisting through me. “There are rogues on my land. My warriors are preparing to fight, and you—” I stepped closer
Chapter 41Liam's povThe sun snaked in through the curtains but I was awake and prepared for it. With swift movements, I closed the gaps that permitted the light and continued staring at Elena, at my Luna. She was the embodiment of beauty and I was sure that the goddess took her time to craft her. She had fallen asleep immediately after her third orgasm. I remembered when I told her to mark me, the surprised expression on her face and her hesitation. She did mark me but it was clear it was a feeble effort. “I could stare at you all day.”“Alpha..” One of my soldiers' mind linked me.“What do you need?”“Uh…it's time for the meeting. Based on the information you were able to receive from the traitor, the rogues should start their attack from the west side of the pack.”“I'll be there shortly.” I replied, my tone clipped. I was angry because I had to leave her side but the pack was important to me. “See you later, Elena.” I planted a soft kiss on her forehead and left, closing the