Semua Bab Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme : Bab 81 - Bab 90

I don't get to knock before the door opens.Milo gives me a silent nod, his eyes are neutral but kind, and he steps aside, probably heading back to the car.Inside, Alaric's office is well lit up by the sunlight. The familiar scent of cedar, ink, and something darker, something completely him, tugs at me like gravity.He's sitting behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, cuffs creased like he'd shoved them up with that quiet impatience. His tie is missing again, shirt open just enough to expose the slight curve of his collarbone, like last night. But unlike last night, there is no weariness in his posture. Just a heavy, muted focus.His eyes slowly meet mine, and for a second, I swear the air shifts."Kyra." It sounds far deeper than a greeting on his tongue. It’s a bind.“I hope I’m not interrupting.” I step inside, closing the door behind me."You are." He pauses. “But I don’t mind.”His lips curl slightly at the corner. It’s brief, nearly invisible, but I don't miss it. He rises to his

The air in the office is warm, cozy, and thick with the scent of us.Alaric's breath brushes against the curve of my shoulder. His body is still pressed to mine and I can feel him tremble every so often, I can't tell if it's the effort of holding back, or if he hadn’t meant for this to happen in his office and feels guilty it had.He is not the only one doing some mulling. I came here to discuss something important and ended up on Alaric's desk like I'm in heat. It is all the more astonishing that I've spent weeks avoiding intimacy and deflecting his advances, only to fall here of all places...so hard and so fast.He nuzzles against my collarbone, breathing in deeply like he wants to trap my scent within himself. His arms remain around me even as the heat begins to fade. No longer tight with the possession he held me with while we were intimate. This time, it's just present. Like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.Outside, a distant car honk cuts through the silence. A shaft of su

The café door slams shut behind me, but the silence it leaves in its wake is thunderous.Lana doesn’t move. She doesn't even flinch, just watches me with that coy smile I have seen too many times before.She stands beneath the old rusted sign like she’s part of the scenery, too perfect to be real, too familiar to ignore. Her presence spills into the air, like her perfume: sweet, suffocating, impossible to escape.Her white coat is tight around her slim frame, pristine and elegant despite the warm breeze tugging at the loose braid draped over her shoulder. Sunlight catches in the gold of her hair, and her smile curves with practiced ease.“Well,” she says, as if we’re picking up from a casual lunch break... that we planned beforehand. “Isn’t this a surprise.”My heart thuds once. Twice. A third time so hard it makes my ribs ache. I don't even know why my reaction is this way.I don’t answer. I can’t.“Kyra,” she says again, stepping closer. The sound of my name in her voice makes my st

The ride back to the Silver Tower is quiet.Too quiet.Milo doesn't say a word as he drives, hands tight on the wheel, eyes locked on the road like it owes him something. His mood is terribly off. Even the music, usually a soft hum of old records he played throughout the ride out is absent. The silence feels strange, even awkward. Not the usual comfortable and easy one we share, it feels like something heavy has been hung between us.I think I have a good enough guess what it is. I promised Alaric I wouldn't see Lana again and yet she showed up so suddenly and I'm certain Milo watched us from a distance and didn't feel too pleased about it.Despite knowing he is unhappy with me, I'm grateful he did not approach or attempt to interrupt the conversation.I sit curled in the passenger seat, fingers tugging at the hem of my sleeve. My head rests against the window, the cool glass doing nothing to calm the heat swirling just beneath my skin.Lana's smile haunts me.It had been too perfect

The flames twist and spin dancing around in the wind, casting golden light across the gathering of Lycans.The bonfire just began.And it is nothing like I imagined.It is so much more.A hundred lanterns sway gently from tree branches, glowing with the captured light of fireflies. We worked so hard on making that a possibility that seeing it like this, a sense of fulfillment fills me.The air is thick with spice and smoke and something older, like incense... unique and sacred. Drums pound like a second heartbeat, vibrating under my skin in perfect harmony with the distant cheer that announces the lighting of the bonfire.The moon glows low in the sky, full and brilliant, like a sentry watching over us.I stand stiff on the opposite side of the clearing, breath caught in a whispered gasp of awe, as the warmth of the fire brushes my cheeks.Wolves all around me. No, Lycans, from all over the continent pour into the clearing, their laughter rich and refreshing. They are dressed in rich