LOGINCaomh stood entirely frozen in the center of the brightly lit corridor. His face lacked all color, his skin pulled tight over his cheekbones. His golden eyes dragged away from my swollen, bruised lips and dropped down to the wrinkled collar of Cullen’s crisp white shirt.
The silence in the hallway was thick and heavy.
I could hear the ragged, uneven pull of Caomh’s breathing. I could smell the sharp, bitter tang of his devastation. He was
The freezing dawn mist clung to the dark trunks of the neutral forest, carrying the sharp scent of damp earth and crushed pine needles. I stood at the edge of the ceremonial clearing, my breath pluming in small white clouds. The heavy Arden hunting leathers I wore shielded me from the worst of the biting wind, but the tension coiling in my stomach made my fingers numb.The Alpha’s Hunt was a centuries-old tradition. It was meant to be a peaceful display of tracking skills and raw speed, a way for the continent’s leaders to burn off their excess energy without shedding pack blood.Today, the air tasted entirely different. It tasted like a threat.Across the sprawling dirt clearing, dozens of Alphas and elite warriors shed their heavy coats. The sickening, familiar sound of bones cracking and muscles tearing echoed through the trees as men shifted into massive wolves. The ground vibrated under my thick leather
The fire crackled loudly in the stone hearth, spitting bright orange embers against the iron grate. I stood frozen in the center of our private foyer, my chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths. The heat of the room did nothing to stop the violent shivering spreading through my limbs."The southern corridor," Cullen repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerous, quiet register.He didn't move toward me. He didn't try to pull me into his arms or offer empty comfort. The intense, burning desire that had consumed us in the hallway was gone, instantly replaced by the sharp, lethal focus of the Arden Alpha."Explain the security protocols for that sector," he commanded, turning away from the fireplace to face me fully.I swallowed hard, forcing my panicked mind to organize the chaotic rush of thoughts. I gripped the back of the velvet sofa, letting the rough texture ground me."It&r
Dreda gasped, her mouth falling open. Tears of pure, hot humiliation welled in her eyes. The surrounding women murmured in low, approving tones, entirely siding with my calm destruction of the usurper."That's a lie!" Dreda cried, her voice cracking wildly. She shook her head, her hands balling into fists. Panic completely overrode her common sense. "He loves me! It wasn't just duty! He wanted me long before the winter solstice feast even finished!"I paused. My brow furrowed slightly."The official story," I said slowly, testing the waters, "is that you both got drunk after the feast. A drunken mistake.""It wasn't a mistake!" Dreda shrieked, desperate to prove her worth to the watching crowd of elite women. Her face was frantic, completely losing control of the narrative. "He planned it! He didn't even go to the feast that night. He came straight to my room at nine o'clock! We had the whole night t
The thick timber door to the suite’s foyer clicked shut behind Cullen, cutting off the loud, aggressive demands tumbling from Caomh’s mouth.I stood alone in the center of the private living area, my chest heaving against the tight silk of my emerald gown. The lingering heat of Cullen’s touch still burned across my skin, a stark contrast to the sudden chill creeping into the room. I could hear the low, vibrating rumble of their voices through the walls—Caomh shouting, Cullen responding with a dark, terrifying calm.I couldn't stay in this room. My skin felt too tight, my pulse racing entirely too fast.I grabbed a simple silver shawl from the back of the velvet sofa, wrapped it around my bare shoulders, and slipped out the side door that led into the neutral compound’s communal corridors.I needed air. I needed space to think.I navigated the quiet,
Caomh stood entirely frozen in the center of the brightly lit corridor. His face lacked all color, his skin pulled tight over his cheekbones. His golden eyes dragged away from my swollen, bruised lips and dropped down to the wrinkled collar of Cullen’s crisp white shirt.The silence in the hallway was thick and heavy.I could hear the ragged, uneven pull of Caomh’s breathing. I could smell the sharp, bitter tang of his devastation. He was taking in the flushed heat of my skin, the messy strands of my hair, and the dark, musky scent of arousal clinging to both of us. It painted a vivid, unmistakable picture.Cullen did not stop walking. His hand rested firmly against the bare curve of my lower back. The heat from his palm burned through my skin, a branding iron claiming me in front of the man who threw me away.I kept my chin high. I didn't look away from Caomh as we closed the distance. I
He lowered his head. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and desperate. The kiss was entirely different from the one in the courtyard. There was no hesitation, no holding back. His lips were hot, tasting of rich bourbon and dark mint. He parted my lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss until the rational part of my brain completely short-circuited.My dormant wolf scrambled to her feet, throwing her head back and letting out a joyous, frantic howl in my mind.I gripped the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against my mouth. His large hands slid down the bare skin of my back, tracing the dip of my spine before gripping my hips tightly.This was supposed to be a performance. A calculated lie to protect our borders.But as his mouth trailed down my jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive line of my neck, the lie evaporated. My k






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