The candle on the nightstand had burned down to a short, weeping nub of wax, casting long, amber-hued shadows across the heavy black silk sheets of Elias’s bed. Inside the locked chamber, the quiet was absolute, save for the ragged, synchronized breathing of two souls who had finally stripped away the armor of their lies. The suffocating weight of the outside world...the looming specter of the Mate Run, the mocking eyes of the Alpha King, and the cruel demands of the Blackwood lineage had ceased to exist. In this space, there was only the heat, the scent, and the desperate, pure surrender that had rewritten their fates.Elias did not rush. Even with the maddening fire of a drug-induced rut clawing at his veins, his wolf pacing and growling behind his ribs, he took his time. His sightless, pale grey eyes were wide and clouded, yet they remained focused entirely on Jace’s face, as if his soul could see what his eyes could not. With agonizing, gentle slowness, Elias began to unravel his L
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