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The den door slammed shut behind them. Riven didn’t put him down. He carried Kai straight across the large, dimly lit room and dropped him onto the massive bed in the center. The second Kai’s back hit the furs, the Alpha was already over him, knees forcing his soft thighs wide open. The cool air of the den kissed the wet mess between Kai’s legs, and he shuddered hard. Riven’s eyes dragged down his body like a physical touch—flushed chest, soft stomach, the glistening slick coating his thighs and the swollen, used hole that still fluttered from being fucked in front of the entire pack. “Look at you,” Riven muttered, voice rough. “Already ruined and I’ve only had you once.” Kai tried to close his legs. Riven’s hands locked around his thighs and shoved them wider, pinning them open against the bed. The Alpha leaned down and dragged his tongue in one long, filthy stripe through the mess of slick, from Kai’s hole all the way up over his balls. Kai’s back arched off the furs with a broken cry. “Riven—wait—” “No.” The word was final. Riven pushed two thick fingers back into him without warning, curling them deep. The wet sound was obscene in the quiet den. Kai’s hands flew up to cover his face, but Riven yanked them away with his free hand and pinned both wrists above his head. “Don’t hide from me,” he ordered. “I want to see every face you make while I knot you.” Kai’s breath hitched. “You’re going to—already?” Riven’s mouth curved, dark and hungry. “You’ve been dripping since the clearing. Your body is begging for it.” He added a third finger, stretching him wider, watching Kai’s face the entire time. “I’m not waiting.” He pulled his fingers free, lined up, and thrust back in to the hilt in one hard stroke. Kai choked on a moan. The stretch was even more intense than before—deeper, relentless. Riven didn’t give him time to adjust. He started fucking him in long, powerful strokes that rocked the entire bed, hips slamming against the soft curve of Kai’s ass with wet, filthy sounds. Every thrust punched a broken noise out of Kai’s throat. “Fuck, you’re soft,” Riven growled against his neck, right over the fresh claim mark. He licked the bite, then sucked hard enough to make Kai whimper. “Soft everywhere. This hole. These thighs. This stomach.” One big hand slid down and gripped the soft flesh of Kai’s belly, holding him in place while he drove deeper. “I’m going to fill you until you can’t take anymore.” Kai’s head thrashed against the furs. The heat was climbing too fast, turning his thoughts into static. Every drag of Riven’s cock over that sensitive spot inside him made his toes curl. Slick poured out of him with every thrust, soaking the furs beneath them. He could feel the base of Riven’s cock starting to swell—the knot beginning to form. Panic and need tangled together in his chest. “It’s too much—” “It’s not.” Riven’s voice was strained now, barely human. He fucked into him harder, chasing the knot. “You’re going to take it. You’re going to take every drop I give you, and then you’re going to stay locked on my cock while the bond settles.” The knot pushed against Kai’s rim, thick and demanding. Riven snapped his hips forward once, twice—then forced it inside with a deep, guttural growl. Kai screamed. The stretch was blinding. The knot locked behind his rim with a heavy, irreversible pressure that stole the air from his lungs. Riven’s cock throbbed deep inside him, and then the Alpha started coming—hot, thick pulses that flooded Kai’s hole in heavy spurts. The sensation triggered Kai’s own orgasm so hard his vision went white. His body clamped down around the knot, milking it, shaking violently while Riven held him down and groaned against his throat. They stayed locked like that, both of them panting. Riven’s full weight settled over him, chest to chest, still buried to the root. One hand stroked slowly over Kai’s soft side, almost gentle now that the knot was seated. The other stayed tangled in his hair, keeping his head turned so the Alpha could keep licking and nuzzling the claim mark. Kai’s voice came out small and wrecked. “You didn’t even ask.” Riven lifted his head just enough to look at him. His eyes were still dark, still hungry, but there was something heavier underneath now—something that looked almost like possession sharpened into obsession. “I didn’t need to,” he said quietly. “Your body already answered for you.” He rolled his hips in a tiny, deliberate circle, making the knot tug against Kai’s rim. Kai whimpered, oversensitive and still twitching around him. Riven’s mouth brushed his ear. “You’re in full heat now. This is only the first knot. I’m going to keep you on my cock until your body stops producing slick. Until the only scent left on you is mine.” His hand slid down between them and pressed lightly over Kai’s lower belly, where he was still pumping him full. “And when this heat ends… you’re still not leaving my den.” Kai’s breath shuddered out of him. The bond pulsed between them—hot, alive, and already too strong. He could feel Riven’s satisfaction bleeding through it, thick and dark and absolute. Worse, he could feel his own traitorous body answering it, soft and open and still aching for more even while the knot held him locked in place. Riven kissed the corner of his mouth, slow and claiming. “Sleep if you can, little Omega,” he murmured. “I’ll wake you when I’m ready to fill you again.” Outside the den, the pack waited in tense silence. Inside, the Alpha’s knot stayed buried deep, and Kai—claimed, marked, and already half-lost—could only lie there and feel every thick pulse of come still spilling into him.Chapter 47We broke from the tree line just as the secondary dens’ outer watch turned toward us.I had Riven’s full weight by then. His boots dragged. The bond was a thin, fraying thread that flared only when I shoved will across it hard enough to hurt. Corren and Sera carried Toran between them. We must have looked like the last survivors of a lost fight—which, in every way that mattered, we were.A young sentry I half-recognized from the southern gate raised a spear, then lowered it the moment he caught the claim scent still clinging to my skin and the unmistakable shape of the Alpha hanging against me.“Open the east post,” he shouted over his shoulder. “Alpha’s back. He’s bleeding out.”Hands took Riven from me the second we crossed the threshold. I almost fought them. The bond snarled at the loss of contact. Then a sharp-faced healer I had never spoken to before was already cutting away the ruined packing and barking orders for boiled water, clean cloth, and the strongest stimula
Chapter 46The storm drain was exactly where I remembered it—half-hidden behind a curtain of roots and black water, the stone mouth barely wide enough for two wolves abreast. Moss hung over the entrance like a forgotten curtain. The air that breathed out of it smelled of wet earth, old iron, and the long-unmoved dark.I lowered Riven against the outer wall while Corren and Sera checked the approaches one last time. The wounded fighter—Toran—was gray around the mouth, his thigh packing already soaked through again. We were all running on the last of the stimulants and pure refusal.“Inside,” I said. “Quietly. The first hundred paces drop steep, then it levels under the eastern ridge. If the collapse hasn’t shifted since last autumn, there’s a side chamber we can use to re-pack him without the current dragging the blood trail.”Sera gave me a long look but didn’t ask how I knew the details. She simply took Toran’s weight from Corren and followed me into the dark.The cold hit immediatel
Chapter 45The drop tore the breath out of me.We hit the first ledge of brush and loose stone hard enough that my knees buckled. Riven’s weight dragged us both sideways. I locked my arms around him and rolled, taking the worst of the impact on my shoulder and hip. Pain flared white. The bond screamed with it—his and mine tangled so tightly I could no longer tell which bruises belonged to whom.Corren landed a few paces lower, cursing in a low continuous stream. The dens fighter and the wounded wolf followed in controlled slides, sending cascades of shale and broken branches down into the dark. Above us the consortium voices rose, sharp with frustration. Someone shouted for ropes. Someone else ordered a wider sweep. They had not expected us to choose the near-suicide route.I got Riven under the partial cover of a leaning pine before my arms gave out. His skin was cold and slick with blood. The packing at his side was a ruined mess. Every shallow breath he took rattled wetly through t
Chapter 44I felt the first net before I saw it.Weighted mesh slapped across the ledge and caught Corren’s shoulder, yanking him half off his feet. I drove forward on pure instinct, blade already in my hand, and cut the cords before the thrower could haul him over the drop. The consortium fighter who had crested the lip came at me next—scarred mouth, eyes flat with the same professional calm the lean Beta had worn. I met him low, inside his reach, the way Riven had drilled into me when the dens still stood whole. My knife found the soft place under his arm. Hot blood poured over my fingers. He went down hard and did not get up.Riven’s weight sagged heavier against my side. His breath was a wet rattle that scraped straight through the bond and into my own lungs. I locked my free arm around his waist and refused to let him fold. The claim bite on my neck throbbed in time with his pulse—slow, stubborn, still there.Below us the rest of the climbers kept coming. Nets flew. Suppressant v
Chapter 43Kai reached him through blood and shallow water.The last two secondary-team fighters between them went down hard—one to Corren’s axe, one to Kai’s knife driven up under the jaw. Riven’s hand closed around Kai’s forearm the instant they touched, fingers biting deep enough to bruise. The bond roared through the contact, flooding both of them with the same raw certainty: still mine, still here, still breathing.Riven’s face was the color of old ash. The packing at his side had failed completely; blood sheeted down his leg and into the current. Yet he stood. The stimulant and pure refusal were the only things keeping him upright.“North ridge,” he rasped. “Thirty, maybe more. Different mark—same seal. They’re not here to negotiate.”Corren appeared at their flank, breathing hard, one ear half-torn. “We can’t hold the ford. Downstream is open for maybe two hundred paces before the walls close again. After that it’s a kill chute.”Riven’s grip on Kai tightened. His eyes flicked
Chapter 42The suppressant did not take him all the way under.It dragged him into a thick, gray half-sleep where the world tilted and every sound arrived late. The mesh still bit into his shoulders and hips. Rough hands had bound his wrists behind his back and lashed his ankles. A hood of the same chemical-soaked cloth covered his head, turning every breath into a slow burn. The bond pulsed under it all—weak, frantic, stubborn. Riven was still alive. Barely.Kai catalogued what he could. Four sets of boots around him. The steady sway of being carried at a forced march. The lean Beta’s voice giving short orders. No one spoke to him. They treated him like cargo that might still bite.Somewhere behind and below, the gully watercourse ran. The child’s small heartbeat was a faint echo through the bond, filtered by distance and Riven’s fading strength. Kai clung to that echo the way he had once clung to the secret of his own nature. It kept the gray from swallowing him completely.They sto







