Semua Bab Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Winter's POV Warning ⚠️. Explicit sex scene ahead.I gasp as Tyrone's fingers plunge deep into my aching core, his thumb rubbing firm circles over my clit. He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he fucks me with his hand, his cock pressing insistently against my thigh.I'm sore from losing my virginity just hours ago, but I'm desperate for more. My hips rock into his touch, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I ride his hand shamelessly.Tyrone growls low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Fuck, Winter," he rasps, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "You're so tight and wet for me. Such a good little witch."His words make me blush, even as they send a thrill through me. I've always been submissive to my alpha, but this is different. This is raw, primal need.He withdraws his fingers suddenly and flips me onto my stomach. I yelp in surprise, but then he's hiking up my hips and I feel his hard length pressing against my

Casey’s POVThe soft hum of sewing machines and the occasional clatter of beads against a wooden table filled the air of Serene’s fashion house. Sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, catching on the sequins of half-finished gowns and scattering a rainbow across the white-tiled floor. The scent of freshly steamed fabric and Serene’s rose-scented diffuser wrapped around me like a cocoon. For the first time in years, I could breathe in a space without fear.My hands moved almost on their own as I bent over the velvet cloth stretched before me, carefully setting a sapphire pendant into the center of a delicate silver chain I had forged earlier. Jewelry had always been my dream—quiet, beautiful things born out of hands that had known only ruin. My designs matched gowns Serene and Winter envisioned, as though we were three pieces of the same heart. Serene with her regal elegance, Winter with her icy imagination, and me—the girl who once thought she’d never be more than an Omega

Casey’s POV Louis always carried the weight of tomorrow on his shoulders.Even when he smiled, even when his hands brushed mine, steady and grounding, there was always that glint in his eyes—the reminder that he wasn’t just mine. He belonged to the pack. He was the future Alpha, heir to an entire legacy, trained to lead and protect. And yet, somehow, he still found a way to make me feel as if I were his whole world.I noticed it in the smallest things. The way he cut his training short just to walk me back from Serene’s fashion house. The way he’d slip his fingers through mine during council meetings, like he needed to remind himself that I was there, alive, beside him. Or the way he’d tilt his head, listening, even when warriors spoke around us, as though my opinion mattered just as much as theirs.Sometimes I caught myself staring at him during training sessions, when he was out in the field, sweat glistening across his chest, his body moving with the kind of precision only an Alph

TyronI woke to the sound of my own ragged breathing.The room was too quiet, too still. The kind of quiet that gnawed on your nerves rather than soothed them. My pulse was still racing from what I’d seen, my chest heaving like I’d been ripped through fire and dropped back into this cage of a room.For a second I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling above me blurred, the faint light spilling in through the barred window cutting sharp lines across the floor. The Crescent Moon Pack’s generosity, they’d call it. To me, it was just another leash.But none of that compared to the chaos burning in my head.I’d seen my family. My father’s sneer, the sharp bark of his voice. My mother’s eyes, soft and wet with worry, the way she looked at me like she still believed I was the boy she used to hold. My little sister’s excitement, her arms reaching like she could somehow crawl through that magic and land in my lap.And then Isis.Her words hit me like a blade, deep and merciless.Carrying my chi

TyronNights had stopped being silent.When the nightmares ripped through me now, I didn’t wake up alone, shaking in the dark with my chest tight and my wolf clawing at me. Winter slipped in quietly at first, like she thought I might throw her out again. I used to. I used to snarl, to tell her to leave, to pretend that her presence only made the burn of the mate bond worse. But lately, I let her stay.She’d sit on the edge of the bed, whispering low until my breathing steadied, her fingers brushing through my hair like she was coaxing me back from the fire. Sometimes, I’d wake to her curled against me, her hand over my chest as if she could keep the nightmares from clawing their way out.It should’ve made me furious. Weak. Dependent. But instead, I found myself waiting for the sound of her steps on the stairs at night.And every time she came, I kissed her. Sometimes clumsy, sometimes desperate, sometimes slow and drawn out but always. I wanted her to link my recovery to her touch,