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Chapter 13

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Forbidden Fires

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The forest beyond the northern ridge lay in a fragile calm. Mist curled between ancient oaks, the moonlight seeping through the canopy in silver threads that danced across moss and roots. Aella walked beside Thalen, her palms brushing along the Heartwood’s energy beneath the bark, the pulse of the forest reflecting the hammering of her own heart. Their victory against the Red Fang had left adrenaline still coiling through their veins, heat lingering from the intensity of battle, but there had been no time, no space, to acknowledge the fire that had grown between them.

Thalen’s golden eyes never left hers. Every step he took was measured, predator and protector intertwined, radiating dominance tempered by an unmistakable hunger. The Alpha’s presence wrapped around her like a physical weight, each brush of his hand against hers, each near collision of shoulders, sending sparks of raw, forbidden desire coursing through her.

“You’re restless,” he murmured, low,
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