All Chapters of When we are one : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A few hours pass before Anika and I decide to let our wolves out. Silvara and Ezra have been on edge all evening, clawing at the walls of our minds to connect. The second we shift, Ezra surges forward, wild with anticipation. Silvara stands regal and radiant under the moonlight, her silver fur glistening like frost in the dark. She’s beautiful—and powerful. Too powerful.Ezra’s POV:Power pulses off her. She's not like the others. She's not meant to submit—and moon help me, that makes her irresistible.I circle her once, testing. She doesn’t flinch.Good.I lunge.I knock her to the ground, pinning her beneath me with a growl. Her scent hits me hard—intoxicating, unlike anything I’ve known. I nose her jawline, nuzzle the soft space behind her ear. She lets out a low whine, and it shoots straight through me. My body bows back, head lifting to the heavens as a howl tears from my throat.She is mine.Corbin’s POV:In a blink, Anika shifts back, bare skin glowing in the moonlight, her glo

I’ve bedded women before. More than I care to count. But what happened with Anika?That wasn’t sex.That was something else—transcendence.When you take your mate—your soulmate—it isn’t just physical. It’s spiritual. A tether binding heart to heart, skin to soul. And now that I’ve tasted her like that, touched her like that…There’s no going back.I don’t want to go back.She’s asleep beside me, her skin glowing with the aftermath of our bond. The mark I left on her neck is a promise inked into flesh, burning bright beneath the curve of her collarbone.Ezra is silent for once—content, at peace. His possessive energy hums beneath the surface of my skin, protective, watchful.“She’s ours now.”I nod to myself, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. Even in sleep, Anika is temptation personified. Wild and ethereal. The chaos I didn’t know I needed until she walked into my life like a goddamn storm.But we’re not finished.Marking is only the beginning.We still need the mating ceremony

I wake in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. This isn’t my room.It takes me a second to realize I’m back in Corbin’s. His scent wraps around me—cedar and something darkly addictive—and his arm is draped possessively across my waist. His breathing is slow and even, comforting in a way that makes me want to melt into him. But the pull to shower, to wash off everything still clinging to me from yesterday, is stronger.Carefully, I lift his arm from my body, savoring the heat of his skin for just a moment before slipping away. I take the sheet with me, wrapping it tightly around my aching form.The bathroom is dim, filtered sunlight slanting through the shutters. It’s quiet. Safe. I turn the water on and step under the warm spray, letting it wash over me. My muscles loosen as the droplets kiss my skin, and I close my eyes, exhaling slowly.When I open them, he’s there.Corbin stands just inches away, his eyes burning with an intensity that steals my breath. He says nothing. H

When I wake, Corbin is gone.For a moment, I think I’m still dreaming. The bed beneath me is softer, smaller, and the air smells of herbs and wood smoke. I sit up slowly, my senses sharp. This isn’t our room.I’m in a small hut, the walls curved with age, low shelves lined with old jars and bone-carved symbols. Light spills in from a thin crack under the door.Something pulls at me—familiarity buried beneath layers of memory. I slip from the bed, careful not to make a sound, and creep toward the door.Voices.Faint but urgent, echoing from somewhere deeper in the hut. I follow the sound down a narrow corridor, its stone floor cool under my feet. A soft amber light glows from a room at the end. I inch closer, heart pounding, and peer through the crack in the door.Inside, two people argue in hushed but intense voices.And I freeze.They look like me.The woman stands tall and graceful, her body curved and her emerald eyes fierce with emotion. The man beside her is built like a warrior—

The moment I step through the pack house door, something feels off.Too quiet. Too still.I move down the hallway, and that’s when I hear her.“Briar, I’m not pregnant. I can’t be. What am I going to do?”Ezra stills.Then something snaps.“Pregnant?” he repeats, the word echoing like a thunderclap. “Ours?”He’s already pushing against my skin, trying to take control, tail lashing in fury.“It can only be ours,” he growls. “She’s carrying our pups. The gods have given us more than a mate—they’ve given us a legacy.”But the pride is immediately drowned by rage when Briar speaks next.“If you need to go, I know a place. It’s safe. Hidden. No one would find you there.”“He’s helping her run?”Ezra’s snarl rips from my throat before I can stop it.The sound startles them. Their conversation halts. Silence falls.I step into the room like a shadow made of fury.Anika turns slowly. “Corbin…”Her voice is small. Fragile. And it nearly undoes me.But Ezra is boiling, his thoughts layered over