MasukFenris Perspective
The stench of this place is overpowering. Thick rot, industrial waste, and rusted metal burn my sinuses, but beneath it all, something miraculous happens. As I tear through the labyrinth of abandoned warehouses, I feel it, a faint, desperate tug in the center of my chest. The mate bond. It’s weak, suffocating under whatever poison they've pumped into her, but the sheer physical proximity of her soul is trying to stitch it back together.
I follow the pull
June's Perspective As I move around my cramped room, shoving my heavy textbooks and laptop charger into my backpack, my mind is still racing. I am trying to focus, but I keep thinking about the weird, hazy fever dreams I've had concerning my father over the past few days. I pause, staring blankly at my desk. I'm so tempted to turn around and tell Fenris about them, about the strange feelings and the disjointed visions, but I bite my tongue. I'm terrified he'll think I'm completely crazy. Plus, they were probably just normal stress dreams fueled by whatever Jason drugged me with. Nothing else, I reassure myself silently. Just dreams. I shake my head to clear the thoughts and bend over to reach for my favorite pens that fell under my desk. Smack. I gasp, feeling a sharp, sudden sting on my ass. I instantly stand up and whip around. Fenris is standing right behind me, a wicked, unrepentant grin spreading
Fenris's Perspective I lead June into the massive fraternity dining room. It's quiet, we are the first ones down here, but the air is already thick with the mouth-watering scent of whatever our private chef has whipped up for lunch. I guide her toward the head table where I normally sit. Pulling the heavy wooden chair out for her, I wait until she sits before gently pushing it back in, arguably the most gentlemanly I've ever been in my entire life. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. "Stay right here," I tell her. "I'll go grab us two plates." June looks up at me, giving me a playfully defiant glare. "I have two hands, you know. I can get my own food, Fenris." I smirk, my wolf preening at her independence. "I know you can. But let me get it for you." At that exact moment, Silas and Garrick stroll into the dining room, balancing heaping, mountain-sized plates of food. "See?" I gesture to my Beta and Delta. "Silas and Garrick will keep you company." I sho
June's Perspective My head is spinning. I am more than a bit overwhelmed by everything Fenris has just told me, and the idea of facing Bella in front of a bunch of his organization's "leadership" tomorrow terrifies me. But sitting right here on the leather sofa, tucked safely into Fenris's side with his strong arms wrapped securely around me, I know he will be right there by my side the entire time. It helps ground the rising panic in my chest. I'm not entirely sure why I trust Fenris so implicitly, especially after knowing him for such a short time, but I do. I believe him. Suddenly, a loud, cavernous growl echoes through the quiet sitting area. I blink, looking down at my stomach. I am ravenous. Again. It’s not just a normal hunger; it feels like a deep, gnawing need for fuel that my body is violently demanding. I pull back slightly from Fenris's embrace, clearing my throat to shift the heavy atmosphere in the room. "So... what
Fenris's PerspectiveExasperated and backed into a corner, I run both hands through my hair. I realize there is only one way to prove this to her. I have to show her the lock to prove exactly how much I want her, and what is physically stopping me.I sigh heavily. "Do you promise you won't freak out?"June looks at me incredulously, then gives a cautious shrug.I take that as a yes. I stand up from the sofa. Holding her gaze, I reach for the waistband of my gym shorts and pull them, along with my boxers, down just enough, exposing my cock and balls locked into the Legacy Lock.At first, June just looks deeply confused. Then, her curiosity completely overriding her modesty, she stands up from the armchair. I can see her analytical, pre-med brain spinning at a million miles an hour, trying to understand the mechanics and purpose of what she's looking at.Under her intense, studying gaze, I can feel myself hardening even further, painfully figh
Fenris's PerspectiveI sit exactly where June instructed me to, sinking into the leather sofa. It physically pains my wolf not to be touching her while she's hurting, the sudden distance between us feeling like a massive, uncrossable canyon.While I gather my thoughts, I shoot a sharp mind-link to Leila.‘She's crying, Leila. She thinks I won't let her touch me because I prefer Bella.’Leila's voice echoes back instantly, bright and completely unapologetic.‘Oopsies.’A low growl rumbles in my chest, but my sadistic packmate just giggles and cuts the link.June breaks the heavy silence, her voice trembling but fierce. "So... are you going to try and tell me Bella is lying? That you've never had sex with her?"Her bluntness catches me off guard for a second. I rub the back of my neck, deciding absolute honesty is the only way forward. "No. Bella wasn't lying."I watch June swallow har
June’s PerspectiveAll of Fenris feels absolutely amazing. I can feel my nipples harden and a growing wettness between my legs as I grind against Fenris, my legs on either side of his.I extend my arm backward, placing my palm flat against the cool mahogany to gently push us away from the edge of his desk. Keeping my eyes locked on his darkened, deep blue gaze, I trail a single finger down the thick cord of his neck, tracing the hard, muscular plane of his pecks. I pull away slowly, my fingernail grazing the very top of his rigid abs as I stand up in front of him.As I rise, I deliberately stay bent over for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary, giving him a perfect, unobstructed glimpse of my heavy breasts cradled in the wicked black lace Leila picked out.I see his brilliant blue eyes blow completely wide, the pupils swallowing the color, as he lets out a heavy, audible gulp.I smirk, feeling a heady rush of pure, intoxicating
Fenris’s PerspectiveThe interior of my custom SUV feels suffocatingly smaller than usual. Maybe it is because June is taking up significantly more space, both physically and spiritually, or maybe it is because her intoxicating scent, fresh from Leila’s boutique and humming with a lethal new, refin
Garrick’s PerspectiveI stand on the sprawling front porch of the ΦΟΜ house, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I watch the black motorcade snake up the long gravel driveway. The Dark Moon Pack doesn’t do anything halfway. They arrive with the heavy, somber energy of a funeral procession, th
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Fenris's PerspectiveI grab her hand and quickly led us off the main track, ducking into a secluded, heavily soundproofed equipment storage room near the back of the facility and locking the heavy door behind us.I pull off my shirt, gym shorts, and spandex. My erection snaps to attention as I watc







