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RYDER.The taste of Briella's kiss still lingered on my lips—honey, champagne, and something uniquely her—as I made my way through the quiet halls of the packhouse.No matter how hard I tried to compose myself, the grin just kept spreading across my face.Every few steps, another memory surfaced, and my chest tightened in the best possible way. The warmth of her breath against my mouth. The soft sound she'd made when I deepened the kiss. The way her fingers had curled into my hair like she was afraid I might disappear.Her laugh. Goddess, that laugh.It had started cautiously, almost as though she'd forgotten how to let herself enjoy the moment. A hesitant melody that caught in her throat before it could fully escape. Then, little by little, the walls she'd built around herself began to crack. By the end of the conversation, she was laughing so hard she nearly doubled over, tears shining in the corners of her eyes as she recounted her experience at the karaoke bar.Tonight, she'd chose
BRIELLA.I stretched beneath the covers, and the ache caught me off guard—a deep, dull soreness between my thighs that pulsed when I shifted my legs. My muscles protested in places I didn't know could feel this way: the insides of my thighs, the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder where his teeth had pressed just a little too hard.I winced, but then something else bloomed through the discomfort. A warmth that spread slowly, curling through my chest and settling low in my belly. The soreness wasn't just pain. It was proof. Evidence of what had happened between Ryder and me, written into my body like a signature I couldn’t erase. I pressed my thighs together and the ache flared again—sharp and immediate—and my breath hitched.It was nearly impossible to wrap my head around what’d happened.I'd lost my virginity. That thing I'd guarded so carefully, the thing I'd told myself mattered, the thing I'd been saving for someone who deserved it. And I'd given it to Ryder. Worse, so much w
RYDER.My arms trembled as I held myself above her, muscles burning. Each breath dragged through my chest as if I'd been running for miles. The mate-bond thrummed beneath my ribs—not the gentle hum from before, but something deeper now. Insistent. Alive.I eased myself down and rolled to the side, but I couldn't let the space open between us. Wouldn't. I pulled Briella against me, and her head settled over my heart as if she'd been doing it for years. Like this wasn't the first time. Like we hadn't just crossed a line we could never uncross.My fingers found her spine and traced downward, counting each vertebra. Her skin was impossibly soft under my touch, and everywhere we connected, those sparks ignited—tiny electric pulses that danced across my fingertips and sank into my bones."I'm happy with this," I murmured against the top of her hair. "With us. With our pairing. Whatever happens next, whatever comes at us—we face it together." I let my palm settle between her shoulder blades,
RYDER.She was an absolute dream as she shattered.Her spine curved, fingers still tangled in my hair, and the sound that tore from her throat—broken, raw, my name shaped like a prayer and a curse—lodged behind my ribs and stayed there.I'd had my fair share of women. I hated to admit it now, kneeling in the wreckage of what just happened, but the count existed. Faces and names and bodies that had meant something for an hour or a night and then faded into memory that doesn't cling. None of them came close to this. Not the sounds they made, not the way they moved, not the way their bodies shook. Briella had come apart like something fundamental cracked open inside her, and the absence of performance hit me harder than any touch ever had.This was Briella. The same girl who kept her head down in crowded rooms, who angled her body away from attention like it was a physical force she could dodge, who spoke in careful, measured sentences. The one who blushed when I looked at her too directl
BRIELLA.My head was spinning. Not from the kiss itself, though that alone would have been enough to shake me. Something foreign and hot threaded through my blood, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. With it came questions I couldn't silence fast enough.Was this real?Was he reacting to me, or to the bond that fate tied us together with?Did Ryder actually want Briella, the girl who was the opposite of him, or was he just craving whatever the bond had decided for him?I tried to quiet them. I pressed the questions down, buried them beneath the weight of his gaze. Because the way he was looking at me right now…those half-lidded eyes, his tight jaw, had me feeling something I'd never felt before. Something that didn't have a name I knew.Mated people had tried to explain it before. The bond is overwhelming, they'd say. Intense. Powerful. Like nothing else. But none of those words came close. This was all-consuming. Every nerve ending blazed. Every breath I drew came back saturated with h
BRIELLA. When he kissed me, I wasn’t ready.I had time to pull back. I had time to laugh it off or change the subject or stand up and put distance between us. I did none of those things. His palm settled warm against my cheek, and then his mouth was on mine, and every thought I had been organizing for the past hour scattered like papers in a gust of wind.I had been kissed exactly zero times before that moment. I had imagined it, of course. Vague, soft-focused daydreams that bore no resemblance to the reality of Ryder's lips pressing firm and certain against my own. The mate-bond lit up between us like a current completing a circuit. Sparks raced across my skin wherever he touched me, and my nerve endings fired in a cascade that made every moment before this one feel like I had been living underwater.A voice in my head, thin and rational, said to stop. Said this was too fast. Said I should slow down, breathe, think. That voice had always been the one I listened to. It had kept me car
RYDER.I watched Briella from my spot without her even realizing it. I wasn't certain how she hadn't picked up on my scent yet, but I took it as a temporary blessing because it gave me a minute to think, to consider everything.This turn of events was entirely unexpected and fucking impossible to w
BRIELLA.“Okay. Final verdict time!”Cassie turned towards me with one hand on her hip and the other fanning herself.“Hot enough to make Damon threaten every male within a five-mile radius?”I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve definitely achieved that goal.”Her lips curled in a wide grin. Then her
BRIELLA.My cousin had been on a one-woman mission all week, and I was her primary target. She was determined to execute a full-blown shopping trip that'd most likely include sparkles, sequins, makeup, and other torture devices designed specifically to make me squirm. Why? The Full Moon Festival, o
BRIELLA.The world had a way of reminding me I was nothing. That I didn’t exist. That was what the world had beaten into me over the years.My family.My pack.They whispered and mocked me, always finding different ways to tear me down. They were creative. I had to give them that. But I survived be







