Semua Bab Snow Luna : Bab 11 - Bab 16

The corridor outside the ballroom was dark, the ornate lanterns dimmed to a softer, more intimate glow. As the guests’ laughter and music faded behind them, Knox guided Lydia through the hushed fifth-floor hallway toward his office. Their footsteps echoed on the polished wood. The tension was still fresh—but now a different kind of quiet filled the air, one that held possibility. “Where are we going?” Lydia asked. She didn’t know what he was doing. Knox smiled a little—for the first time she’d seen him smile, and it was... cute. She quickly tore her eyes away from him. She was starting to get bewitched. “Can’t you just follow me and stop asking?” he said and stopped to look at her. Lydia pulled her hand from his grasp and folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not an easy wolf to lure. I need to know where you’re taking me. Can’t I ask again?” She shot him a stubborn look that made Knox pause, maybe amused by her defiance—or her beauty. But either way, Lydia was stubborn as hell

The door closed softly behind Lydia, and Knox stood in the office for a few moments longer, watching the silence settle like dust around him. He didn’t move, didn’t blink—just stood there, jaw clenched, heart pounding louder than it had during the blood-binding ceremony. He opened the door after she had gone and took the stairs to the second floor. He turned sharply and opened a mind link with Brian, his Beta. “How’s the party?” Knox asked, his mental tone even but curt. Brian responded immediately. “Smooth. Ella and Kate have quieted down after their little outburst. Most pack members have left, while some—your friends—are mellow now, dancing or drinking. I had Nina choose a bedroom suite on the third floor.” Knox’s brow furrowed. “Third floor?” “Yeah. She wasn’t thrilled about it,” Brian replied with a dry chuckle. “Complained that it was ‘too far from the Alpha wing,’ but she took it. I made sure she understood it wasn’t up for debate.” Knox wanted to laugh. Nina would, of

She was beautiful. Not in the polished, rehearsed way most she-wolves were trained to be, but in a raw, unfiltered kind of way that made it impossible for Knox to look anywhere else. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she looked at him. The way her lips had tasted just moments ago. Even now, when she pulled back slightly, her breath brushing his skin, he couldn't let go. Her presence clung to his senses, intoxicating and consuming. Something had changed between them. Even after hearing her story about Circe—her missing wolf, her broken bond—he didn’t pull away. He had promised to help her, to stand by her. But the promise wasn’t just duty anymore. It was desire. It was something deeper. Something primal. Lydia’s eyes locked on his, searching, questioning, maybe even scared. But she didn’t flinch. Her gaze didn’t waver. Knox didn’t know what to do. His heart was racing, pounding like war drums in his chest. The air between them had thickened with tension. It reeked of lust—hi