เข้าสู่ระบบBefore I can form a retort, he moves with a speed that steals my breath. His hands grip my waist, and he lifts me aggressively seating me on the edge of his large desk that is cool against the back of my thighs despite the fire burning in my veins.He pushes my knees apart with his hips, stepping into the space I've unwillingly offered him, and the hard, thick ridge of his cock presses insistently against the soaked silk of my panties, a blatant promise of what's to come."Kei—" I start, my voice coming out as a breathy gasp."Shut up, Revelle," he commands, his voice a low growl that vibrates through me. His hands slide from my waist, tracing the curve of my hips before his fingers hook into the lace of my panties. With a single, sharp tug, the fabric gives way, the sound of it tearing impossibly loud in the hushed office. The audacity, the sheer strength, sends a jolt of liquid heat straight to my core.He doesn't grant me a second to process. He sinks to his knees before me, his po
The implication of his words hangs thick in the air and heat crawls up my neck, not from embarrassment but from irritation, and the worst part, the bond—damn the bond—hums again, low and insistent, feeding off the proximity, the heat, the friction between us.I hate this.I hate how easy it is for him to twist things.I hate how my body betrays me in the smallest ways."Careful, Alpha," I murmur coolly. "You're starting to sound desperate.""And you are playing a dangerous game, mate," he rumbles, his voice a dark purr but my expression remains unchanged, I refuse to show him that the dark look in his eyes is causing a torrent of electricity to run down the length of my spine.To be honest, I knew from the moment I touched his body it was a dangerous move but then again, I've never been one to play safe.He continues when I make no move to respond, "Sneaking in here and touching my body like it belongs to you. What were you expecting—me not to notice how badly you want to put your han
I’m on my feet in an instant, my heart nearly stopping as I glance around, searching for an escape—but there’s no time. I drop low and slide under the desk just as the handle turns and the door opens.Footsteps.No.No, no, no—Right now, I can’t smell. I can’t sense anything. All I have is sound… and sight.The footsteps move further into the room.Closer.Closer.I don’t move or breathe. I just wait.Every muscle in my body locks as the chair creaks above me. The sound of someone settling into it echoes through the silence and the wood groans softly under his weight.I swallow hard, my breath shallow and controlled. Then realization crashes into me so fast it nearly forces a curse out of my mouth.I’m trapped.There’s no slipping out now.No quiet escape without being seen.I press myself further beneath the desk, barely daring to breathe, my eyes instinctively dropping to the polished boots in front of me.They look familiar, and something in my gut twists.That’s not Keal. If it
I don’t waste time once I step outside.The night air is too cold, brushing against my skin like a warning, but I ignore it and keep moving, heading north toward the Northern Ridge, just as Nora instructed.I let the wind guide me.It slips through the trees in soft whistles, curling around me as if it knows the way better than I ever could in this state. Without my wolf, everything feels dulled… muted… empty.Still, I keep going, moving through the shadows, keeping to the edges of the pack like I don’t belong here—because I don’t.And then, finally, I stop. My eyes narrow as I take in the building in front of me.Massive doesn’t even begin to describe it.It rises from the ground like something carved out of dominance itself, towering over everything around it, swallowing the land with its presence. Thick stone walls stretch high into the night sky, solid and unyielding, as if they’ve never known the meaning of weakness.At the front, black iron doors stand tall—large enough to make
The words taste like ash in my mouth.For a second, I stand there—just looking at her, searching her face for something… anything that tells me she might change her mind.She doesn’t. All I see is conflict, fear, and that same stubborn, desperate attachment to a man who would gladly break her if it suited him.The mate bond. It clouds judgment, softens logic, turns strength into hesitation.The disappointment settles into my chest slowly. Not sharp or loud. Just… heavy. Like something inside me finally gives up.“Of course,” I murmur, more to myself than to her.What did I even expect? That she’d choose me over her mate? That she’d abandon everything she’s ever believed in for someone she barely knows?A humorless breath slips past my lips.Stupid.I should have known better than to rely on her.I let out a slow breath, and with it, whatever expectation I had left.“…Alright,” I say quietly. My voice doesn’t sound like mine anymore.It sounds distant. Detached.Because now I know one
“That’s why I’m telling you to accept the rejection. End it while you still can—before it becomes a chain that can be used against you.”My hand drops from the necklace.“And I will break mine,” I add, my voice hardening with quiet resolve. “I don’t care what it takes.”Her breathing steadies slightly, the anger in her eyes giving way to uncertainty.“Why would he do that to you?” she asks quietly.“Because they’re afraid.”“Afraid of what?” she whispers.“Of what I am,” I say slowly. “The power I carry. The kind of power that makes men like them bow… and women like you rise."Her breath catches.“The power to change everything. That’s why I need your help—as my friend.”She exhales shakily, pressing her fingers to her temples as if everything I’ve said is too much to process.“Even if…” she begins uncertainly, “even if I were what you think I am…”“You are.”She ignores the interruption.“Even if I were… there’s no way I could break something like that.”Her hand gestures weakly towa







