The chamber was quiet except for the steady rhythm of breathing.Karl stood near the edge of the bed, watching the woman seated before him. Rey looked calm, almost too calm for what was about to happen. Her dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders, the candlelight catching faint gold in its strands. She hadn’t tried to leave, she hadn’t argued, she simply waited.Karl’s wolf paced beneath his skin, restless and impatient. The scent of her filled the room, warm, magnetic, impossible to ignore. Ever since the ritual weeks ago, the urge to claim her had grown stronger with every passing day.The instinct had stopped feeling like a suggestion.It felt inevitable.“You can still refuse,” Karl said quietly.His voice carried authority, but beneath it was something else, something less certain. Rey lifted her gaze to meet his. There was no fear in her expression, only thoughtfulness.“I know,” she said.Karl studied her for a long moment, searching her face for hesitation. The bond they ha
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