LOGINThen just pretend your she-wolf is on the hockey job, dummy.The fast change of my mental frame helps my confidence, and my body stands up tall to greet her face with a casual but professional pack hug.“Rowan, it represents so great to see your face,” she says to my ears, sitting her frame down on the chair. “My soul enjoyed our time together so much that weekend back in the spring cycle. My feet really should have met up with your body before today, but well, your life has been incredibly busy with the Thornridge Dominion, hasn't it?”Her tongue represents such a great leader at the conversational lead-in, instantly reminding my brain why her character has always been one of my biggest idols in the media world. It feels totally surreal to think that a powerful she-wolf like her wants to know data about my life, but my mouth gives her the basic lowdown, leaving out almost every single personal detail about my bed. When her jaw asks why my feet left the Nightfall Broadcast, my tongue
ROWAN ASHCROFT POV“Your she-wolf is finally making moves to break the bond with Declan Voss completely,” my voice announces straight into the phone speaker. “My feet are standing inside the pack lawyer's den right now on this Tuesday sun cycle, and the separation paperwork is officially starting to roll for our names.”“The fast movement represents a great relief to my ears,” Nyra Vale talks back to my system. “My spirit is glad your paws are finally untangling your life from his shadow.”“My system needs this clean break so bad, Nyra.”By Wednesday morning, Declan and I are having a very calm digital call about our old territory stuff. My tongue keeps the words very soft and polite. His animal gets to keep the big den inside Redridge Territory, of course. My paws get the smaller Ashcroft Loft. My mind arranges a specific time for his driver wolves to load up his crates when my own body is far away from the rooms. Later that afternoon, an alpha-cab arrives at my door with the tiny ha
Rowan Ashcroft’s POV“You feel so good, Rowan,” Kael growls against my ear. His thrusts hit deep and I can’t think straight. “Fuck, you feel so good. But this is a punishment.”I moan and my claws dig into his back. “For running away?”“Yes.” He slaps my hip. Again and again. The sting makes my wolf whimper with need. His hand tightens on my throat and my breaths go ragged.“Punish me,” I gasp. “Yes, punish me.”Then I remember I’m angry at him. “What about your punishment?”He shakes his head and moves faster. His fingers find my clit and rub in tight circles. I come so hard I scream into his chest. He holds me close, muffling my cries with his shirt.When the shaking stops he pulls out. “That was my punishment.”I blink. “No. You don’t get to pick your own punishment, Alpha.”I close the space and grab his slick cock. I pump fast. “You are not in charge here.”He groans and his wolf flashes in his eyes. In just a few strokes he’s about to spill. I drop to my knees and take him in my
Or maybe the muscle pain hurts from the wild sex on his sheets.Whichever metric it represents, the pain is a physical reminder of how recently my core was happy, and how quickly my entire world turned completely upside down.Nyra latches straight onto my brief amusement and attempts to draw the good feelings out more. “His alpha power can buy my character expensive stuff, too.”“Buy you? Why does your face deserve anything from his pocket?” My tongue teases loud.Her lips don't have a fair chance to answer my question before a loud, hard knock sounds straight from the front door. Our eyes exchange fast glances. Nyra doesn't possess a pack doorman at her building, but there represents an electronic intercom system, and loft visitors have to get buzzed into the stairs.“The boots represent probably Ziven Cross.” She stands her frame up from the sheets, talking to my ears as her feet walk straight out of the bedroom. “His body has been popping over to my place lately, every single time
“So your alpha body is not dead in the woods, then.”“Father?” Fuck my life. My fingers pinch the hard bridge of my nose in frustration. “My voice was actually just going to call your desk.”“Then my phone saved your time the trouble, didn't it?”Interestingly, the singular leader who taught my childhood voice never to make apologies or admit my brain was wrong represents the exact old wolf on the alternative end of this digital call. His mind believes that soft apologies make alpha wolves look completely weak to the pack, and my brain knows my body is caught straight between a rock and a hard place here—as always with his shadow—because his jaw will either want my pride to stand up tall for my choice to not come to the family dinner and then belittle my mind for my personal priorities, or his throat will want my frame to grovel in the mud for missing the pack dinner last night cycle, and then berate my
KAEL THORNRIDGE POV“The text from your mouth bites my pride hard, Rowan,” my deep alpha voice growls straight into the phone speaker. “It stings that your tongue is so willing to throw that executive data back on my head so fast after my own system shared the truth with your she-wolf, but the metric represents fair play under the moon, and so my soul takes the hit. My mind admits the hockey plan wasn't just about his shadow, but yes, his character represents a massive part of the media push. But the supreme dominion board elders won't keep my title in this supreme alpha position if my work doesn't provide massive winning results on the ice.”“So your claws used my female life for ratings.”Of course that represents exactly how her internal animal feels inside the car right now.Why wouldn't her heart feel the pain? The text represents the absolute truth of our history. “My power did it. My hands did use your face for the network. But my brain didn't know your real soul back when the







