FAZER LOGINKydaTristan leans close, his breath warm against my neck. "You look appetizing in that dress, but you’ll look irresistible without it," he whispers, gently kissing my neck as he begins unzipping the gown. He helps me out of the dress, leaving me standing in just my panties. His eyes rake over me with hunger and desire.One hand cradles my cheek; the other rests on my hip. His lips find mine, deep and demanding. I love the intensity of his kiss—the way he looks into my eyes as if the whole world has stopped and it’s only us.My nipples harden, tingling with sensitivity. My breasts feel heavy, my body aching with need. My swollen pussy throbs, desperate to be touched. I squeeze my thighs together, but it barely dulls the craving inside me. He grabs my ass, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist. Carrying me, he walks us toward the bed and lays me down gently.He stands and begins to undress. I drink in the sight of his strong, masculine form—his arousal and raw passion setting m
Kyda POVWe are getting married at Wolfe Ancestral Home. It's old and classic, with a beautiful garden. They stay a little away from the general population with zero noise of traffic. It's peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.I am getting married again. I am nervous and hungry. Amara-Tristan’s mother arranged everything, but to my taste. I love the gown this time, though.It’s a simple garden wedding with just Tristan’s family and friends. We are not going on a honeymoon. Dr. Ashley thinks travelling would be taxing for baby and me.Clay Wolfe is a handsome man, just like his son. He is going to walk me to the altar. This was our first meeting, and I already love him. He reminds me of my dad; I miss him.“I am going to be Granddad, and I am going to spoil him. By the way, you look beautiful, Kyda.” Clay as the first time seeing me.“If it is okay, I would love to walk to the altar.” Clay requested.“Thank you, Mr. Wolfe." I choked out.“It’s my honor, sweetheart. You
Tristan's POV“You are adorable,” I said, kissing her again. I can't get enough of her.She shot me a look that said, “Fuck me.” I didn’t think she fully realized the intensity of the expression. I was hard, but I couldn’t scare her—not now, not while she was pregnant. I had to be careful. How could I possibly resist her? How could I deny her?We watched the movie in comfortable silence. She focused on the screen, but I was watching her. She was mine now. Both of them were mine. I would never let them go. I had to be stronger—to protect them. I had to be the leader of the Alliance.“What is the Alliance?” she suddenly asked, breaking the quiet.Her sudden curiosity caught me off guard. I wanted to share everything with her—not all at once, but gradually. It was okay. I never intended to keep anything from her.“You don’t have to say anything. Forget I asked. I just wanted to know,” she said softly, mistaking my silence for reluctance, and she looked away.Gently, I grabbed her chin an
Kyda's POVWe stepped into the shop, where a striking woman awaited us. She looked far too young to be a mother of three, yet her features mirrored Tristan’s with an undeniable resemblance. She reminded me of Amara—radiant, vibrant, and full of life.She greeted me with a warm, motherly hug that squeezed my heart. My throat tightened, and a sob threatened to escape, but I held it back. I wanted her to accept me. Tristan excused himself, leaving us to browse.I truly despised my wedding gown—a monstrous creation chosen by Rebecca. No wonder Amara had laughed, and Elara struggled to keep a straight face. I dreaded this moment, worried Amara might be like Rebecca. But the warmth radiating from her presence eased my fears.The assistant presented dress after dress, but none captured my or Amara’s attention.Then she revealed a lace A-line gown. “This gown features soft lace and delicate details adorning layers of tulle. It boasts a sultry plunging V-neckline with supportive illusion mesh,
Tristan's POVI grabbed her hand, the news settling in as I helped Kyda buckle her seatbelt. I’m going to be a father. A laugh escaped me. “You’re going to look so beautiful with your belly swollen.” A soft blush spread across her cheeks.I am going to become a dad. How would you like the nursery set up? I'll give someone a call to decorate the nursery. After the wedding, we may go shopping for the baby. As I type on my phone, I say. I've already started searching for the greatest decorator. We'll give our boy all he could possibly want."I need to organize his training and education. There are a lot of things to "I say.Take it slow. With a charming smile on her lips, she rolls her eyes and says, "We have time for his schooling and definitely a lot of time for his training."“Wait until Mom finds out. She’ll probably move into the guest bedroom,” Kyda said, her green eyes widening in mock shock.“Don’t worry. Dad won’t let her. He can’t stand her attention being on anyone else,” I ch
Kyda's POVMy heart thundered, blood rushing through my veins, the moment he stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped snugly around his tapered waist. I had always known he was well-endowed, but watching him prepare—the way his muscles flexed, tattoos shifting with each movement—ignited something deep inside me. Every motion he made stirred a fire I hadn’t anticipated. I had read countless stories about the tall, dark, brooding type, never truly believing it—until I saw Tristan and finally understood their magnetic allure.His lethal physique, that brooding intensity, and the dangerous aura he carried like a second skin captivated everyone around him. I was no exception. He was the most breathtaking sight I had ever encountered, and somehow, this felt so natural. The two of us getting ready together, like we'd known each other for a lifetime.I couldn’t help but steal glances at him.“If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll be late for our appointments,” he t
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