LOGINLeonI lose control and I know the exact moment it happens. It is not when my eyes turn red, not when my bones strain or my skin burns with the need to shift.It happens the moment I feel his fear. It's sharp, bright and alive.My Edric.The scent of it wraps around my throat and tightens like a leash pulled too hard. My wolf surges forward, violent and immediate, claws tearing through restraint I have spent years mastering.“Ours, it snarls. He is ours.”I try to hold it back and I fail.My body betrays me first. I feel muscles locking, expanding, power flooding every limb until it hurts to contain it. My breathing turns ragged, uneven, each inhale dragging more of him into me.His scent, his presence, his pulse… they are all magnified.It is too much and then he moves.I do not remember giving the command but I feel it land.“Dance.”The word leaves me like instinct, not thought and he obeys.The moment Edric moves, something shifts. The chaos does not disappear but it changes shap
EdricI don’t sleep. Not really.I lie in a bed too big for me, in a room that feels like it belongs to someone else’s life, staring at a ceiling painted in soft gold patterns that probably cost more than everything I own combined.Every time I close my eyes, I see two things: Marcus on the ground and Leon above him.He's not human. Not even close. I am sure that I saw it clearly.I turn onto my side, pulling the sheets tighter around me, but it doesn’t help. My mind keeps circling back to the same place, the same impossible, terrifying, tempting place: the deal, a contract marriage.There will be money, protection and my sister, Aria, will be okay.Her face rises in my mind, pale but trying to smile, always trying to make things easier for me when she’s the one fighting for her life. I think about the hospital bills sitting on the table. The calls I haven’t answered. The doctor’s careful voice explaining things I can’t afford.A year, Leon said. She will be cancer-free in a year.I s
EdricI don’t realize how far Leon has taken me until he slows and the city noise falls far away like it’s been swallowed whole.The gates come first. Tall. Iron. Black metal etched with sigils I don’t recognize but somehow feel, like standing too close to a storm cloud. They open without a sound, sliding apart as if the ground itself knows Leon is coming home.I lay stiffly in his arms, one hand folded in my lap and the other around his neck for anchor, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of terror and adrenaline. Marcus’s face flashes in my mind without warning, his grin, the way his hand had tightened around my wrist, the certainty in his voice when he thought no one would stop him.Leon had stopped him. Not with words. With instinct. With violence so sudden and brutal that my mind still can’t fully hold it.Leon walks forward, crunching softly over gravel, and then… I forget how to breathe.His house isn't a house. It’s a mansion. No… worse. Better. Older.It rises from the
LeonI just can't help myself. My wolf is pushing me to mark Edric and my body just can't control itself.When our dicks rub together, I forget myself and I just want to devour him. But then I ask myself, is this all I want from him? Is it just to satisfy my carnal desires? No. I know for a fact that he was meant to be with me in a deeper meaningful way.I kiss him savagely though and I even bite his lower lip and his blood in my mouth feels like honey. I want him and I can't help myself.I slowly lift his shirt and my arm slithers to one of his nipples and I press gently and I feel him squirm.“Leon, what… what are you doing?" I'm trying not to groan because I love how his skin feels on my fingers.Edric is like the best-smelling weighted mattress as he feels so good under me on the bed.I don't answer him as I want to feel his skin on me. I straddle him and in one move, I remove my shirt and then I tear his from his body and lay on him again.I thought that his skin felt good on my
EdricI thought this was how it would end… abuse from Marcus as he was used to.Marcus’s hand was iron around my wrist, his breath hot and familiar in the worst possible way, his voice low with the same poisonous calm he used to wear before things got bad. My heart was trying to claw its way out of my chest, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my feet wouldn’t move.I had frozen like I always used to. Stupid. Weak. Too slow.“Still running from me?” Marcus sneered, tightening his grip just enough to remind me he could. “You always were bad at standing your ground.”The city felt too big and too empty at the same time. Cars passed. People walked by. No one noticed. No one ever did. I tried to pull away but he yanked me back.Pain flared up my arm and that was when fear finally tipped into something sharper, panic, raw and choking. My mind scrambled uselessly. I thought of Luna Noir, of the shadows and the music and the way Leon’s eyes had burned into me when he warned me about m
LeonIt hits me like a blade between the ribs. There was no warning. No vision. No scent I can name at first.It just felt… wrong.I am in my office when it happens. There are papers spread across my desk, the low hum of Luna Noir breathing through the walls like a living thing. Music from rehearsal thuds faintly below, dancers laughing, glasses clinking. Normal. Controlled.Then my wolf slams into the front of my mind with a snarl so violent that my chair scrapes back as I stand.Him.The word isn’t spoken. It’s felt.Edric.My chest tightens, breath punching out of me like I’ve been struck. My heart stutters once, hard enough to hurt, then starts racing, blood roaring in my ears.Danger. Not the abstract kind. Not the distant awareness I’ve grown used to around humans. This… this is immediate. Close even.My hands curl into fists.“Leon?”I don’t answer. Someone is speaking to me, Agnes, maybe, or Paul, but their voices are underwater. Everything is underwater except the pull in my







