LOGININARA'S POVThe moon hung high in the sky by the time I finally crawled into our bed, exhaustion weighing heavy on my bones. The day had been long — comforting the omegas, checking on the injured pup who was thankfully recovering well, listening to Elara’s cheerful chatter to keep my spirits up, and trying my best to push down the nagging worries about Liora’s next move. My stomach had ached on and off, but I’d hidden it like always. Grayson already carried enough.I’d waited for him as long as I could, but sleep claimed me somewhere between the soft glow of the bedside lantern and the distant howls of night patrols. My body sank into the familiar comfort of our furs and pillows, one of his shirts wrapped around me because it smelled like him — pine, storm, and home.A gentle press of warm lips against my forehead stirred me from the haze of sleep. I blinked slowly, a soft smile curving my lips before I even fully woke up. Grayson. He was finally back.“Hey, baby,” I murmured, my v
INARA'S POVI couldn’t stop smiling as Grayson helped me smooth down my gown, his big hands gentle but still lingering like he couldn’t quite bear to stop touching me. My legs still felt a little shaky from everything he’d just done to me, but my heart was so full it almost hurt. The bond between us glowed warm and steady, wrapping around my soul like the safest blanket in the world. For a few precious minutes, the threats from Liora, the pack’s doubts, and the sharp little pains in my stomach all felt far away.“You look thoroughly loved,” Grayson murmured, his voice low and satisfied as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His silver eyes sparkled with that mix of possessiveness and pure adoration that always made my knees weak.I laughed softly, reaching up to fix the collar of his shirt where I’d grabbed it earlier. “And whose fault is that, hmm? My big strong Alpha can’t keep his hands — or his mouth, to himself for more than five minutes.”He grinned, that rare, cro
INARA'S POVThe stretch of three thick fingers inside me was almost too much, but in the best possible way. I cried out, my head falling back as my body trembled on the edge of the desk. Grayson's mouth never stopped, his tongue flicking and swirling around my swollen clit while those fingers pumped deeper, curling and stroking that perfect spot inside me over and over."Grayson... oh gods, right there—" My voice broke into a needy whimper. Tears kept slipping down my cheeks, not from pain but from how overwhelming it all felt. The pleasure was building so high I could barely breathe. My wolf was practically howling inside me, lost in the sensation of our mate worshipping us like this.He groaned against my core, the vibration shooting straight through me. "Come for me, baby," he murmured, voice muffled but so full of command and love it made my heart clench. "Let me feel you. I want to taste every bit of it."His fingers sped up, thrusting harder, scissoring slightly to stretch me
INARA'S POVGrayson looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes, his mouth still hovering over my breast where the fabric of my gown was now damp from his tongue. My nipples ached, tight and sensitive, and every little breath I took sent sparks racing straight down between my legs. I was still straddling his lap, or at least I had been until he stood up with me in his arms like I weighed nothing. Now my back was against the edge of his heavy wooden desk, papers scattered around us like they didn’t matter at all.“Grayson…” I whispered, my voice already shaky. My fingers stayed tangled in his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away because the bond was pulsing so hard between us it made my head spin.He didn’t answer with words. Instead, that wicked little smirk I loved so much tugged at his lips as he slowly dropped to his knees right there in front of me. The Alpha of our pack, my big, powerful, grumpy mate, on his knees for me. The sight alone made my wolf
GRAYSON'S POV My mate didn't know her little actions were making me lose control. She was straddling me, her legs on either side of mine, her body warm and soft against me. The bond between us hummed with her discomfort, a dull ache I could feel like it was my own. She was trying to hide it from me. I could sense it in the way she smiled a little too brightly, the way she shifted slightly when she thought I wouldn’t notice.I stroked her back slowly, my hand slipping under the hem of her gown to rest on her bare skin. “Baby,” I said softly, my voice low and serious. “I can feel your pains. Through the bond. It’s not nothing. Tell me the truth. Are you fine?”She looked at me, her eyes softening with that mix of love and stubbornness I knew so well. For a second, I saw the flicker — the sharp twinge she was trying to hide. But then she smiled, that teasing smile that always made my heart skip.“I’m fine,” she said, leaning in to kiss me softly. Her lips were warm, gentle, brushing a
GRAYSON'S POV My desk was covered with reports, border patrols, supply logs, updates on Liora’s movements, and scattered notes from the healers about the injured pup. The papers were scattered across the polished wood like a battlefield of their own, each one a reminder of how fragile the peace we’d fought for really was. I sat at the head of the table, fingers drumming against the wood as Niel and three of my top warriors gave their updates. My wolf was restless inside me, pacing with a low growl that wouldn’t settle. The bond with Inara hummed with a faint discomfort I couldn’t ignore, even as I tried to focus.Niel pointed to the large map spread out in front of us, his finger tracing the eastern border. “The eastern border has been quiet since the attack,” he said, his voice steady but cautious. “We’ve increased patrols along the treeline and set up additional watch points near the river crossing. No sign of Liora’s group returning yet, but we found tracks leading south toward
INARA'S POV The supply convoy run was supposed to be routine.Grayson had asked me to come along, saying he wanted me to see how the borders were being handled and that my input on Moonveil logistics might help. I’d said yes without hesitation.After everything, the nightmare, the partial confessi
INARA'S POV The training grounds were packed the next afternoon, the air thick with the sounds of grunts, clashes, and the occasional cheer. I’d thrown myself into another session, hoping the physical burn would quiet the storm in my head. After last night’s nightmare and overhearing Thorne’s whi
INARA'S POV That night, sleep didn’t come easy.Even wrapped in Grayson’s strong arms, the warmth of his body pressed against my back and his steady breathing in my ear, my mind refused to quiet down. The guilt over everything I was still hiding from him had been building for days, and tonight it
INARA'S POV The pack house was alive with lights and voices that evening. A formal gathering with a few allied packs had been arranged on short notice — something about strengthening borders and showing unity after the recent rogue scares. I stood in front of the mirror again, adjusting the deep







