Все главы Feral Secret : Глава 31 - Глава 40

My heart pounds as I climb the narrow steps leading to Donnie’s front door. The sun has dipped below the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows across the street. The evening air feels thick, making it hard to breathe. I glance at Luke beside me. His jaw is set, his eyes focused straight ahead, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. We talked about this, and Luke convinced me that confronting Donnie here, on his turf, is the best way to get answers. But every fiber of my being screams at me to turn around and run.The memory of Donnie trying to take me is still fresh—his rough hands grabbing at me, the sound of my pulse thundering in my ears as I fought to escape. And now, here I am, about to walk into his home, and I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is waiting for us inside.Luke knocks on the door, the sound sharp and intrusive in the stillness. We stand in tense silence, every second dragging on, until finally, the door creaks open. Donnie’s face appears in th

I pull back slightly, tilting her chin up so she has to meet my gaze. “Then let’s take a break. Just for tonight. Let’s forget about Donnie, the job, everything. Just focus on us, right here, right now.”She looks at me, her eyes searching mine as if she’s trying to find the strength to let go, even for a little while. I smile at her, trying to lighten the mood. “Come on,” I say, standing up and pulling her with me. “I have an idea.”She raises an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “What kind of idea?”“The kind that involves forgetting all the crap for a bit,” I say, leading her to the back door that opens out onto the patio. “You trust me?”She hesitates for a second, then nods. “Always.”We step outside, and the cool night air washes over us. The sky is clear, dotted with stars, and the sound of crickets fills the silence. I guided her over to the swing set at the edge of the yard, the one we used to sit on when we were kids. It creaks slightly as we sit dow

My mind is racing through potential scenarios and strategies, but I can’t shake the nagging feeling that we’re running out of time. Just as I’m about to make another phone call, the door to my office swings open, and Cheryl walks in, a bright smile on her face. She’s carrying a small basket of what looks like homemade treats, her eyes twinkling with excitement.“Surprise!” she announces cheerfully, stepping into the room. “I thought I’d bring you a little something to brighten your day. And, you know, maybe make the work a bit more bearable.”I blink at her, momentarily stunned. “Cheryl! I didn’t expect to see you today. What’s all this?”She sets the basket down on the edge of my desk and looks around the cluttered space with a playful grin. “Well, you looked like you could use a break. I figured homemade cookies and a bit of company might help.”I manage a smile, though I’m keenly aware of how much I still need to get done. “That’s incredibly thoughtful of you. I’m just a bit swampe

The world outside fades away completely, and it’s just the two of us, lost in our own private paradise. The romantic setting, the candles, the necklace—it all adds to the magic of the moment, making everything feel even more intense and beautiful.As we continue to kiss and touch, the intimacy we share feels more than just physical; it’s a deep, emotional bond that makes every touch, every kiss feel like a celebration of our love. Eventually, the intensity of the moment softens, and we find ourselves lying together on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. The firelight dances over us, casting a warm glow that feels like it’s part of our own little world. I snuggle closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of Luke’s chest beneath me in this quiet, intimate space, surrounded by the soft light and the warmth of our love, I feel a profound sense of contentment and happiness. The night passes in a comfortable blur of warmth and closeness. We drift off to sleep on the couch, wrapped in ea

I’ve lost track of time, each hour blending into the next as I’m moved from one location to another. The places are dark and cold, and I’ve become accustomed to the harsh reality of being constantly on the move. My hands are bound, and the ropes chafe against my skin, but the physical discomfort is secondary to the fear and anxiety gnawing at me.The wolf hunters are relentless, questioning a barrage of demands and threats. They want information—anything they can use to their advantage. Each time they ask a question, their voices are laced with a menacing undertone that makes my skin crawl.“What’s your mate planning?” one of them demands, his voice rough and unforgiving. “We know you’re connected to him. Tell us where he is.”I can’t bring myself to answer. The bond between Luke and me is a lifeline, a thread that connects us even though we’re apart. I cling to that connection, drawing strength from it, even though it’s faint and intermittent. The thought of giving away any informati