تسجيل الدخول"Can't you see how happy Mathew and Silius are?" Mile demanded, standing in the middle of Micheal's study with his arms crossed, refusing to back down even as Micheal's expression darkened. "Why are you trying to—""Since when did I give you the permission to question me?"The words landed like a slap, sharp and immediate, and Mile felt whatever courage he'd walked in with start to shrink under the weight of Micheal's stare. "...." He looked away first, the way he always did eventually, no matter how much he told himself this time would be different."I shouldn't have said anything," he muttered.Micheal didn't respond. He simply watched him, arms folded, waiting for Mile to finish digging his own hole."It's all on me," Mile mumbled, half to himself, half hoping Micheal wouldn't hear it and press further. "If anything happens to their—" He caught himself too late, the sentence already half out of his mouth."If anything happens to their relation," Micheal finished for him, voice dece
"...smoothie," Silius finished, grinning up at him. Mathew raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest. "Aren't you so eager to order me around?" "*Smile.* You were the one who said it." Silius tilted his head, all mock-innocence. "Everything I own is yours, remember? I figure that goes both ways." Mathew huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "*Chuckle.* Fine." He straightened, already turning toward the kitchen. "I'll go and make it right now, your highness." "*Chuckle.*" He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Silius's lips before heading off, unhurried, clearly enjoying the errand far more than he was letting on. Silius watched him go, warmth blooming easily in his chest — the kind of easy, uncomplicated happiness he was still getting used to, after everything. "And besides," Mathew called back over his shoulder, pausing at the kitchen doorway, "it's better that there's no one here." "Hm?" "I can have you all to myself," he said, turning back around, voice dropping i
They lay in bed for a long while without speaking, the kind of silence that no longer felt heavy the way it had the night before. Mathew's arm was draped around Silius's waist, holding him close, and Silius had his head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat like it was the only sound left in the world worth paying attention to.It was Mathew who broke the quiet first."I don't wanna stay here."Silius lifted his head to look at him. "What?""This mansion..." Mathew's eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, distant. "I don't wanna stay here anymore.""Is it because of what—""I think Micheal likes you."Silius sat up slightly, startled. "What? No, he doesn't—""Either way, I don't wanna stay here anymore." Mathew's voice was quiet, final, the same flat certainty he'd worn the day before when he'd walked away from that hallway without a single glance back. "I can't stand the thought of him near you." He turned his head, finally looking at Silius directly.
Silius found him in the hallway just outside their room, and this time, Mathew didn't walk away. He crossed the distance between them before he could think better of it, grabbing both of Mathew's hands in his, holding on like letting go might undo whatever fragile thing was starting to mend between them. "I... I know what it looks like," he said, voice shaking, "but I swear I didn't kiss him." Mathew said nothing. He simply watched him, that same unreadable stillness in his eyes that had frightened Silius on the balcony, in the hallway, over the phone in the dead of night. "He caught me off guard," Silius pressed on, needing him to understand, needing the words to land somewhere real this time. "But nothing happened. You came in before he could do anything." "I know." Mathew's hand rose, slow, and brushed against his cheek — a gentleness that felt almost startling after everything. "*Caress his cheeks.*" "Huh?" Silius blinked up at him, caught off guard by the softness where he'
It was late by the time Mathew finally came home.Silius had been sitting on the edge of their bed for hours, waiting, replaying the hallway over and over in his mind until the memory had worn smooth and strange, no longer quite feeling like something that had happened to him. When he heard the door, he was on his feet before he'd even decided to move, crossing the room toward Mathew before he'd fully stepped inside.Mathew was a jealous man. That word had never really been enough to describe him — not fully, not in the way it needed to be. Silius knew, better than anyone, how much Mathew hated it when other men came too close, how even something as innocent as Silius spending an afternoon with his own family could put that dark, simmering look behind his eyes. That was how possessive Mathew could be, on an ordinary day, over nothing at all.Now there was something. Now there was an incident the entire household had seen, whispered about, twisted into something worse than it was. Only
It happened faster than anyone could stop it.Micheal leaned in, and for half a second, from where Mathew stood across the room, it looked exactly like what it wasn't — his twin brother's mouth closing the distance to Silius's lips, easy and deliberate, as if he had every right to.Mathew's fist connected with Micheal's face before it ever got that far.He didn't remember crossing the room. One moment he was standing by the window, and the next his knuckles were burning, Micheal's head snapping sideways from the impact, blood already beading at the corner of his split lip. And Mathew didn't stop there. He never stopped at just one hit when it came to Silius — not when someone else's hands, someone else's mouth, dared to come near what was his.Blow after blow, he struck his brother, years of quiet resentment finally finding somewhere to land.Micheal didn't flinch. He took it standing, spine straight, blood running down his chin, wearing that same infuriating smirk he'd worn his entir
THEODORE POV"slow down... Jason". I shouted. I ran behind him."catch me". he replied as he changed into his wolf in mid-air, he raced faster into the woods leaving dust, rotten leaves and twigs in his wake.I groaned as I watch him disappear into the woods ahead. I hated that I couldn't shift int
LAYLA POV The wind blew softly carrying with it the sweet smell of wet wood and lemon. I sniffed the air again and again as I drove closer to the pack house. I knew what the smell meant. my mate is close by. perhaps in the pack house ahead as the smell grew stronger. I fought against my wolf, shi
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I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream ca







