Lahat ng Kabanata ng Save Me, Claim Me: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Dorian POVThe war room felt colder when I left it. Or maybe it was me - colder, sharper, more focused than I had been even an hour ago.I walked to my quarters without a sound, my steps confident, deliberate. Tonight, appearance mattered almost as much as strength. The wolves I ruled would look at me and see not just their Alpha - but the Alpha of Alphas. The nightmare whispered about in rogue camps. The storm gathering in the east.I opened the heavy wardrobe that held my formal wear. Black, of course. Always black. But tonight’s shirt was something different. Something made for this night alone.It was custom-made - matte black, fitted perfectly to my body, with silver-thread embroidery so fine it was almost invisible unless you stood close enough to bleed. The embroidery wove the crest of my lineage across the chest and down one arm: a silver wolf wrapped in thorns. Strength and ruthlessness. Loyalty and death.I shrugged out of the loose training shirt I’d worn all day, th

Dorian POVThe doors opened. And she stepped inside.The world stopped breathing. I stopped breathing.Tessa moved with a grace that stole the air from the room - every step deliberate, predatory, lethal in a way none of them were prepared for. She wasn’t dressed like a princess or a courtly bride. She looked like a goddess of war cloaked in elegance, her presence sharp enough to carve through the thick tension of the hall.Her gown clung to her like a second skin, black as a moonless night, cut to emphasize the strength of her body - the sleek lines of muscle beneath her curves, the raw, lethal beauty she carried so naturally. Silver embroidery chased along the edges of the fabric, catching the light with every subtle movement, as if lightning itself bowed to her.Her hair had been pulled high in a loose, regal style, the intricate twist at the crown giving way to wild, softened strands that tumbled freely down her back like a dark river. It made her look both royal and untamed - a

Tessa POVThe rest of the night blurred into a symphony of congratulations, glances, whispered words, and shifting alliances.After Marcus withdrew, more guests approached - some bold, others hesitant - offering their formal words of respect, layered with hidden questions.Dorian received them all with a polished, dangerous grace. Sharp when he needed to be. Cordial, but never warm. He shook hands, set appointments, dropped promises of future meetings like baited hooks into hungry waters.I stayed at his side, my fingers brushing his, always connected. And every time a stranger’s gaze lingered too long, every time a lesser Alpha looked at me with too much interest, I felt Dorian’s subtle shift - a tightening of his hand, a slight roll of power under his skin, a silent warning that made most look away quickly."They should fear," Sable whispered, satisfied. "They will learn respect."I found myself smiling - not coldly, but with the serene confidence that came from knowing exactly who

Tessa POVHis breathing was still rough against my hair, his chest rising and falling with the force of it, but his hands never stilled. One stayed tight in my hair, the other stroking over my spine, over the curve of my waist, as if memorizing me all over again.As if he hadn't just taken me. As if he hadn’t already conquered me. As if he couldn’t get enough.And neither could I.My fingers curled against the hard planes of his chest, feeling the wild hammer of his heart against my palm, the frantic beat still syncing with my own."Again," Sable whispered, hungry and insatiable.Kael answered with a low rumble of agreement, echoing through the bond.I tilted my head up to meet Dorian’s eyes - and found him already watching me. Devouring me.Gods, the way he looked at me - like I was the only thing left that mattered in this world. Like I was precious and dangerous and his salvation, all at once."Tessa," he rasped, voice torn and wrecked from what we’d just done. From what he still

Tessa POVThe sky was painted in ink and silver by the time we slipped away. Stars shimmered like scattered dust over the dark forest line, and the wind whispered secrets in a tongue only the wolves could truly understand. I leaned against the cool stone railing of the balcony outside our private quarters, a crystal glass of deep red wine held loosely in my fingers.Below, the estate grounds were hushed. The fire pits still glowed softly, casting flickering light across the stone pathways. Most of the guests had retired. The official meetings were done, and the mask of diplomacy had slipped from Dorian's face the moment the doors to our suite had closed behind us.Now, with just the two of us, the night felt like it finally belonged to something real.Dorian emerged from inside, two fingers holding the stem of his own glass, the rest of him bare from the waist up. The soft moonlight carved lines across his chest and shoulders - each scar a story I hadn’t yet heard, but a few I already