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☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "You are deep in thought, Luna." Maggie warbles from the hearth, where she kindles a fire. The heat in the room rises, suffusing my brittle bones, and I sigh gratefully. Count on Maggie to know what I need. My sister-in-law was fast becoming a mother figure to me, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Growing up without a mother wasn't the worst thing, as I had an attentive father and lots of older brothers and sisters who, though not related to me by blood, never acted like they were connected to me any less. We were a big family, as most packs were. Being human meant I was babied at every turn. Coupled with being a constantly sick toddler, the overprotectiveness was off the charts. In my teen years, I still had a literal babysitter until I began to rebel and demand that I be respected and given my space. I was the Alpha's daughter, after all. Wade, then Sage, joined the pack during my rebellious phase. Sage was an exchange wolf between Westardum and the Roa

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "Is it what you can share with me?" I hold my breath before choosing to share some of the truth with Wade. I muse that he deserves that much from me. "The message was from Absalon. He said that he'd sent me a gift, and for that, I owed him." "What!" The chair crumbles to the ground with a muffled thunk as Wade ejects himself off it curtly. "What the hell kind of gift could that be?" "You tell me." I sigh, keenly aware of the blank letter burning a hole through the bottom of my suitcase. It's not happening, but I'm on the cusp of melting into my bed like cheese in fondue at my duplicity. Note to self: "you suck at lying, Saskia." "You should share this with the Alpha." "My father?" "No, your husband." I expect a smile or swish of the brow, but his expression remains grave. "Mikael might know what to do since he's the sworn enemy of the wizard." I survey my short, neatly filed nails. It's been a while since a nail polish brush met their canvas. Might hav

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "Yes. Alpha Connor mentioned that he'd deduced it was him and alerted you on the day of the attack." "Indeed," I mutter, my head reeling as details of that day replay like a taped record. Could it be that Mikael had a hand in the blind attack? No, wait. Wade's already ruled that out. Fabian was not the one who cut into our territories, so Mikael should be crossed off my list of suspicions, whether or not he is friends with Fabian. But what if... "My father also said Fabian was the Alpha of Amengal. Is that true?" "Yes and no. He was the former Alpha of Amengal, but his brother, Falcon, recently usurped him." He stills as he scrutinises the emotion I've failed to curb from seeping into my expression. "You know something?" Not by way of a question but a statement. I shake my head, but he remains unconvinced. He knows me more than most, so it's only common sense that he's sceptical. However, I can't share my fears with him. It'll only hand him cause to suspect

☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ I could plunge my knife into his gut and get him to release me. But I can't. What news will be relayed to the pack? That the Luna pacified her husband, calmed him down, by stabbing him? That she could not talk to him tenderly as one would to their significant other? Memories of Sage saturate my mind, and I ask myself a critical question. If this was his hand curled around my neck in the span of my history where I'd been madly in love with him, would I dagger him to escape? No, I wouldn't. The answer is apparent, and so is the trashing of my option of hurting Mikael, no matter how badly I am tempted to. I'll manipulate this situation to my advantage instead. Shaking my hand off the hilt of my blade, I hold onto his arm instead. My features slacken as I adopt a frailty I'd not let anyone see otherwise. I part my lips and shut my eyes, emitting weak, strangling sounds that any wolf could hear. "She's suffocating. You're choking her! Stop!" Wade yells, and I hea

☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ She's naked. In my arms. Her hard nipples poke my chest, and rational thoughts flee. So enchanting a woman she is. She rouses a man too thoroughly. And now, standing before me without any covering to her supple body, it is as if my blood has been torched. I inhale deeply, harnessing her arousal's scent, entitling the fragrance to sprint down hubs that have gone untouched for a while. "Why, aren't you a little minx, piscín?" I nibble at her earlobe before bending to suckle at the silky skin at her neck's crook. My tongue strokes her clean body, relishing my wash's smell mingling with that which is only hers. She shudders, breath turning shallow, and I renew my incursion with vigour, savouring the muted citrusy notes. Her dainty moans maneuver smoothly through the taut air, encapsulating all in the fragile ball of a woven spell. "I did not imagine that you'd be out here seducing me this early in the day." She shoves me away. "What?" Large dreamy emerald eyes now