บททั้งหมดของ Curse of the Reclaimed Alpha: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Edeline  If I didn’t know better, I’d think Conor was jealous. Percival chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Yep, still me, Ede." Mirabelle raised an eyebrow. "I see you're a little more... approachable now. My wolf doesn’t think you’re about to break us in half anymore. Let me guess, Edeline's the reason for that, huh?" She poked him playfully, and he growled, narrowing his eyes at her. "What?" she said, looking innocent as she backed off. "I’m only okay with being touched by Edeline. Sorry, it’s a wolf thing," he muttered, then pulled me close, his breath warm against my neck. 

Edeline  It was a known fact that when a male’s mate is pregnant, he’s not just producing extra hormones for the baby. Nope, testosterone levels spike too, making him even more muscular, more aggressive, and, well, more... possessive. He led me toward a big table surrounded by wolves, some familiar faces like Maximus, Conor, Gaspar (who had Annabel half in his lap), Dad, our other beta, Gerald, and Damon with a Dark Moon wolf by his side. “I did,” I said with a bright smile, and he bent down to peck my lips.  I noticed Annabel had changed—she’d grown, but she didn’t have her usual glow. Instead, she looked pale, almost sickly. “It’s time for us to eat,&

Edeline  I love Mirabelle. I truly do. She’s got a good heart. But damn—she’s as easy as instant pudding. And yeah, I know that sounds terrible, but I don’t mean it cruelly. Just... wolves don’t judge based on sex the way humans do. Mates are sacred. Casual flings? Not so much. Besides, wolves don’t get STDs, so that’s a bonus. Still, in our pack, she-wolves are supposed to stay “pure” for their mates. That didn’t stop some from sneaking around with wolves from other packs, but once they found their mate, if he made her wait to be marked... it said everything. It was public humiliation, plain and simple. Everyone would know she’d been around and

Edeline  Percival burst through the door, breathing hard like he’d sprinted the whole way over the moment I sent that thought-link about us. The room was dim, lit only by a low lamp and a few candles scattered near the table, casting soft shadows on the walls. I stood there, waiting, the red silk of my robe catching the glow. He shut the door behind him, eyes immediately locking on me. They dropped down my body, taking in every inch wrapped in silk before rising back up to meet mine. His blue eyes burned with hunger. I smiled, just a little, as he walked closer. He still looked sharp in the clothes he’d had on all night, the heat between us practically sizzling. “Hey.”&nbs

Edeline Every time we had sex, it was like this. Never rushed. Never dull. Percival knew exactly how to unravel me, to strip me bare and rebuild me with each kiss, each stroke. Seven or eight times since our wedding, and every one had left me shaking and ruined in the best way.His strong hands found the clasp of the garter belt, unhooking it with ease and tossing it aside. His fingers slipped under my hips, lifting me, and I felt the full weight of him above me. I was small beneath his frame, delicate compared to the solid mass of his body. He could’ve snapped me like a twig if he wanted—and somehow, that knowledge made me feel even more desired. Even more safe.“I want to see these,” he murmured, voice hoarse as his eyes roamed up to my chest. He leaned in and kissed his way up my stomach, across my ribs to the center of my chest, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that made me shiver.His tongue flicked, licked, teased. His fangs grazed along the swell of my breast, and when he acci