Mag-log inBrielle POV.I stepped out into the hallway, the air feeling suddenly cold without Elion’s heat surrounding me. I walked slowly toward the stairs, my hand instinctively rising to press against my neck. The skin there was warm, slightly tender, a vivid reminder of just how possessive my Alpha could be.I grabbed a soft, silk scarf from the console table near the door and wrapped it carefully around my neck, tucking my hair over it to hide the evidence completely. There was no way I was letting Kael see that.When I opened the door, the bell was just ringing. Kael stood there, looking sharp and eager, but his eyes widened slightly as he took me in.I was wearing a dress that fell to just below my knees, with long sleeves and a high neckline. It was simple, elegant, a
Elion POV.I stood by the wall, watching her in the large mirror as she stood before the vanity, brushing her hair. Every movement she made, every soft turn of her head, was like a knife twisting in my gut.She was getting ready. For him.For Kael.My blood was boiling, my vision tinted red with the sheer, unadulterated rage coursing through my veins. My wolf was snarling, pacing violently behind my ribs, screaming at me to end this. Kill him, the beast roared. Slash his throat. Rip his heart out. He touches what is ours, he dies.And I wanted to. Gods, how I wanted to. I could do it. I could
Brielle POV.I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and walked down the hallway to his room. The door was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, I found him standing by the large window, his back to me, looking out at nothing.A thin stream of smoke curled up into the air. He held a cigarette between his fingers—a habit he rarely indulged in unless he was truly stressed. His shoulders were rigid, radiating enough tension to crack stone.He heard me enter but didn't turn around immediately."So," he said, his voice low and dangerous, devoid of any warmth. "You agreed. You actually agreed to go out with him."He turned then, and I flinched at the sight of him. Anger, hurt, and utter frustration were painted clearly across his face. Hi
Brielle POV.The silence that followed his departure was heavy, suffocating. I stood frozen in the doorway, my hand still outstretched, my heart aching with every step Elion took away from me. I could feel his pain reverberating through our bond—a sharp, cold ache that mirrored my own panic. He was the Alpha, the most powerful man in the pack, yet he had retreated simply because I asked him to, sacrificing his pride and his claim for my wish.And he was hurting. I could feel it like a physical weight in my chest."Brielle?"Kael’s voice pulled me back to the present. I turned slowly to face him, trying to smooth the shock and turmoil from my features. He stood there looking hopeful, completely unaware of the earthquake that had just shaken the foundation of this house. H
Brielle POV.Sunlight spilled across the table, gilding the edges of our breakfast and warming the skin of my arms. I sat perched on the edge of the wooden surface, legs swinging slightly as I watched Elion move around the kitchen. There was a lazy, contented air about him now, the tension of last night completely gone, replaced by a relaxed ease that made him look dangerously handsome even in the morning light.He poured two cups of coffee, the rich aroma filling the room, and walked over to stand between my knees. His hands rested lightly on my thighs, his thumb brushing softly against my skin as he leaned in to kiss me, slow and sweet, tasting of sunshine and the memory of our passion."Perfect morning," he murmured against my lips, his voice deep and rough with sleep and satisfaction.
Brielle POV.He sank in farther, his c*ck gliding through my wetness with a slick, deliberate thrust that filled me completely, until our hips met in a flush of skin against skin. The friction was exquisite, his hardness rubbing against my sensitive inner walls in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids, every nerve ending alive with the raw, primal connection. I could smell the musky scent of our arousal mingling in the air, a heady blend of his earthy sweat and my own sweet, tangy essence, and it only heightened the moment, making me arch beneath him as a low moan escaped my throat."Brielle," he groaned, his voice rough with restraint, as if savoring the tightness enveloping him, and I felt his hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh just enough to leave faint marks. The candlelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that accent







