Semua Bab My warrior mate's forbidden desire: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Piper’s POV The night air was thick with celebration. Laughter, music, the scent of roasted meats and sweet honeyed drinks filled the courtyard. And yet, I could barely focus on any of it. Not when Rex was looking at me like that. Like he wanted to devour me whole. I swallowed hard, my body still buzzing from our earlier kiss. I had kissed him. And now, I wasn’t sure if I had made a **huge mistake or if I was already too far gone to turn back. Because the moment his golden eyes locked onto mine, I knew— I was in trouble. I tried to step away from the crowd, to put some distance between us, but Rex was already there. Blocking my path and Towering over me. His heat pressed against my skin, his scent wrapping around me like a wildfire. "Piper," he murmured, his voice rough and thick. I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the way my stomach tightened. "I need air," I muttered. He smirked. "Then let me join you." "It’s not necessary—" But he was

Kaida’s POV The war had left **scars**—on the pack, on our people, on **us. But tonight, none of that mattered. Because tonight, I was **in Atlas’s arms.** Safe. Wanted. **His. The night air was **cool**, but his body was **warm against mine**, his golden eyes **burning with something deeper than desire. Something **primal. Something **only meant for me. Atlas **pinned me against the wall**, his large hands braced on either side of my head. I should have felt **trapped.** But I didn’t. I felt **devoured. His gaze **swept over me**, taking in every inch of my body as if **memorizing me all over again.** My breath **hitched**, heat **pooling low in my stomach.** "You’re staring," I murmured. Atlas’s lips **curled into a slow, wicked smile. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his voice **a rough whisper against my skin.** I shivered, my fingers gripping his shirt, **pulling him closer.** His scent—**cedar, smoke, and something uniquely him—**w

Atlas’s POV The packhouse was alive that night. Music drifted through the air, drums and strings weaving together in a rhythm that made the earth itself seem to pulse beneath our feet. Laughter echoed across the courtyard, rich and unrestrained, mixing with the scent of roasted meat and sweet spiced wine. Torches burned along the walls, their flames dancing in the summer wind, and lanterns swung overhead, spilling golden light over faces that were finally, finally free of fear. For the first time in years, Crescent Moon was at peace. The war that had stolen so much from us—our brothers, our sisters, our lands—was behind us. Tonight was the beginning of something new. A night to honor victory, to celebrate survival, to breathe again. And yet, while my people sang, drank, and danced until the ground shook beneath them, my thoughts were not with victory or power. They were with her. Kaida. Across the courtyard, she stood with her father and Axel, her posture proud but relaxed, her

Kaida’s POV The sound of drums echoed through Crescent Moon’s packhouse, a steady, thunderous rhythm that seemed to echo inside my chest. Anticipation raced through my veins, making my palms feel warm and restless. The air was heavy with the scent of burning incense and roses, sweet and heady, mixing with the faint tang of steel from the weapons still hanging at warriors’ belts. Tonight wasn’t just another celebration. Tonight, Atlas would stand before his pack and introduce me as his mate. His Luna. My breath caught in my throat. I had fought battles, shed blood, and reclaimed my power. Yet, standing behind the carved doors of the grand hall, waiting for my name to be called, I felt something I never had before. Nervous. A soft hand slipped into mine, grounding me. I turned and found Piper at my side, her emerald dress glimmering under the candlelight. “You’re overthinking,” she murmured. I exhaled sharply. “That obvious?” Her lips quirked. “Only because I know you too well.

Kaida’s POV The sun had barely risen, yet Atlas and I were already awake, tangled in the sheets. For once, there was no urgency, no threats at the edge of my mind. Just silence. Just him. His fingers traced lazy circles along my shoulder, his golden eyes soft, unguarded. I had never seen him like this before, and I had never felt this way either—safe, loved, whole. But the moment couldn’t last. Duty never allowed it. Atlas must have felt the shift in my thoughts because he sighed. “You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured. A small smile tugged at my lips. “I didn’t know thinking was a crime.” His hand slid down my arm, deliberately slow. “It is when you’re in bed with me.” His voice was husky, playful, but I couldn’t ignore the heaviness pressing against my chest. “We need to talk,” I said quietly. He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling like he had been expecting it. “Go ahead.” I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Shadowcrest