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The cabin was dim, shadows dancing against the wooden beams as the fire in the hearth whispered its final crackles. Outside, the forest lay still under a velvet sky, moonlight bleeding through the curtains in pale streaks. Jonas lay shirtless atop the bed, one arm lazily thrown over his head. He didn’t hear the door click open at first. Katrine stood at the doorway like she was lit from within. Her breath was shallow as she watched Jonas sprawled on the bed, his chest bare and rising in a deep, steady rhythm. The sheet barely covered his hips, clinging to his body like even that didn’t want to part from him.She padded toward him slowly, heart hammering in her chest, her silk slip clinging to her thighs with every movement. Jonas was in deep sleep, and didn’t feel her enter his room. Not until the mattress dipped with the lightest pressure. Katrine’s fingers grazed his shoulder.Jonas stirred, not fully awake, not quite asleep. He groaned low, his brows furrowing slightly, but he d

Jonas' POV:The scent hit me first.Warm, soft, and so unmistakably her. Katrine… her sweet heat laced with the wild whisper of her skin, my mate’s scent. Even half-asleep, my wolf stirred like a thunderclap in my chest, tail thumping in joy deep within the tether of my soul. She was close. Curled right beside me, tucked into the sheets like she belonged there.And hell, he loved to remind me that she did.My eyes blinked open slowly. The moonlight poured in through the open window, casting silver on her bare shoulders, the rise and fall of her breathing slow, steady. Her lashes were spread soft on her cheeks, lips parted, bare skin glowing.And she was mine, finally…After all the push and pull, all her running and my chasing, she was here. In my bed… in my arms.Without meaning to, I reached out and wrapped her closer. My hand curved around her waist, drawing her into my chest, breathing her in. Her scent flooded my lungs like fire and honey, addictive and maddening. My cock ha

Jonas' POV:My knuckles were raw.I’d thrown a hundred punches and it still wasn’t enough. The bark of the old pine I used for a bag was chipped, flecked with blood, my own growl echoing in the stillness of the forest. The river rushed behind me, a low roar that matched the pressure in my chest.I couldn’t face Lexie. Not yet.Not when I still hadn’t found her mate. Not when the last lead went cold. Not when all I could offer was silence and guilt.So I trained. I punished myself. Jab. Cross. Hook. My sweat dripped down my spine, my body bare from the waist up, chest heaving, lungs screaming. It wasn’t enough.And then I caught a scent—sharp, clean, intoxicating. Water and wildflowers. My wolf snapped to attention, tail curled, eyes locked toward the river.Katrine.I turned just in time to see her emerging from the lake, water cascading down her bare arms, her top soaked and clinging to every curve. She walked toward the shallows like some goddess of the hunt, her damp hair slicked b

Paul's POV:The first thing I noticed was the smell. Damp stone, mildew, and something stale that clung to the back of my throat like rot. My head pounded in dull waves, and my limbs felt like they had been dipped in wet cement. The air was cool and heavy, pressing down like a weight on my chest. I blinked, once, twice… and then squinted into the dimness.The room was grey, dingy, the kind of place built to forget the sun existed. There were absolutely no windows. The walls were rough stone, patched with moss in places, and the light, if you could call it that, seeped from a single flickering lantern bolted high near the ceiling. I’d never seen this place before.I tried to sit up, but the pressure on my chest came fast and firm.“Don’t…”The voice said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”I turned my head and found her—the old healer—sitting beside my bed. Her eyes were tired, hands folded in her lap like she had been waiting for a long time. Her tone was gentle, but I wasn’t buy

Author's POV:The healer stared at him like he’d grown another head. Her lips parted, her expression frozen in stunned disbelief.“You remember… even after that injection?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Paul’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yes,” he said. “Every single thing.”She took a half step closer, her brows pulling together. “What do you remember exactly, Paul? How much?”He let out a slow breath, steadying the tremor in his chest. “Everything,” he repeated. “My name. My pack. My mate. Her scent. Her voice. The way she always bit her lip when she was nervous. Everything.”He pushed himself upright, swinging his legs over the side of the cot, ignoring the ache in his muscles. “I need to go. She’ll be waiting for me.”The healer blinked rapidly. “Wait! Paul, you just woke up from the effect of the drug, it will take at least a week to recover–”He cut her off with a sharp look. “I don’t care. I need to reach her, NOW. What do you not understand about it? I don't have a we