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Chapter 50

ZANEI allow my wolf to surge forward. My bones snap, and reform, but the pain lasts only a second. Intense heat floods my veins as fur breaks through my skin. The world sharpens into edges and angles and her. My paws instantly start tearing into the forest floor as I launch after her.She is still fast, but she stumbles at first. Just a fraction. Just enough for me to clock it.Then Lyra finds her stride, running clean after only a few steps. She weaves between the trees with instinctive precision. There are no wild zigzags, or sloppy footing. It seems the adrenaline is burning the alcohol right out of her system.Perfect. I need her coherent. My wolf eats ground effortlessly, my breathing steady, even as the rage still coils tight in my chest. Every snap of a twig, every hitch in her breathing, every tremor of fear and defiance bleeds straight into me. Branches whip past Lyra’s shoulders, tearing at that ridiculous red dress as she ducks and pivots. And when I get too close, she

Chapter 51

LYRA Zane exhales slowly, before turning on his heel and stalking away from me, heading straight for the front door. He doesn’t say a word as he opens the door and walks inside. I stay rooted to my spot for half a second, debating whether I should just take off to Talia’s. But ultimately I decide to follow him. Because if tonight has taught me anything, it’s that running would only make this worse. I don’t even make it onto the stone slabs heading to the door, before he’s back. And a thick, warm bath towel settles around my shoulders falling all the way to my knees. Somehow, the fabric is rough and comforting all at once. Okay. Definitely was not expecting that. I glance at Zane sideways, but he is no longer watching me. His focus is clipped, his eyes locked on the inside of the house like he’s ticking off risks in his head. Wet dress. Wet floors. Slipping. Blood on the pristine stone. Right. Those would be his priorities. He absolutely can’t have that happe

Chapter 52

Lyra My breath catches. “What?” His eyes drop, just for a second, then lifts again, almost daring me to lie. The fabric of the thong snaps against me again. By now, I know I’m dripping on his counter. Big hands move to my lace bra, fingers softly brushing over the fabric until he finds my perked nipples. He tugs at them, pulling another moan from me as the material bites into my skin. “I asked,” he murmurs, his voice dropping even lower as his mouth brushes against my lips, “who you thought was going to see you like this.” His fingers find my sensitive nipples again. The contrast of the cold fabric and his warm fingers has my head spinning. When I answer, my voice is so breathless, I doubt he can hear me. “I love lingerie,” I breathe. “Looking sexy makes me feel more confident.” He growls, and his head falls to my shoulder. For some reason, the Alpha looks totally defeated. And when he speaks, his voice is strained. “So you are always wearing lace?” His hand m

Chapter 53

Lyra Zane steps out of the shower, leaving me right there to catch my breath. He wraps a towel around his waist, and rakes his fingers through his wet hair. A single water droplet falls from his hair onto his chest. My eyes trail the drop running down his chest, between his abs, and over that delicious v-line. The drop disappears when it hits the towel. And even beneath the thick fabric, I can clearly see the outline of his still-hard dick. When I finally manage to rip my gaze away from his body, and look at his face, he’s smirking. Zane turns his back on me and walks to the other side of the bathroom. He stops just before reaching the door. But instead of leaving, he grabs another towel from the cupboard beneath the basin. His eyes are fixed on the towel when he comes back and drapes it over my shoulders. Still refusing to look at me, he takes my hair and starts wringing the water from it. What the fuck? Why does he keep taking care of me? Why was he asking about my l

Chapter 54

LYRA I had a morning straight from hell. And not because I only got about fifteen minutes of sleep. Not because I woke up with my body still tingling from where Zane touched me. Or the fact that I can still feel him between my legs. No. This wonderful morning started with me waking up, alone, in MY bed. Zane actually carried me back to my room after he fucked my brains out. After he worshipped my body, like he was trying to memorise every part of me. I mean, who the hell does that?! He just dumped me in my room, without a note. Not even a single grunt of warning. Nothing. Call me crazy, but after the night we had, I kind of expected more from him. Even if he didn’t want to sleep next to me, could he not just have left me in his bed and taken a different room? Apparently not. Then, I had breakfast with Ellie, who chatted about last night’s awful decisions, asking me if I managed to cool Zane down when we got back from the club. Yeah, very awkward. All I could do was plast

Chapter 55

ZANE I am a fool. An idiot. Bringing Lyra along was a critical, blood-pressure-spiking, sanity-shredding mistake. Because she won’t stop humming. She won’t stop tossing her hair. Won’t stop brushing against my arm like it’s accidental. It is not. We have only been on the trail for twenty minutes, and I am already regretting every single decision that led to this. I should have left her behind. I should have let her claw her way through training alone and flirt with trees or whatever it is that she does when she’s bored. But no. I had to bring her. And not because of strategy. Not because of caution.Because I did not want her alone. I didn’t want her possibly laughing with another man in my absence. Didn’t want her too far from me. Which is pathetic. I glance back, and she is still a few paces behind me, a pack slung lazily over one shoulder. A pack she refused to let anyone else carry for her. Damn her stubbornness. Her black leggings hug every inch of her legs, and

Chapter 56

ZANE The altar pulses beneath my boots, like the steady drum of a heartbeat. The moment I stepped onto it, I felt the shift. And somehow, I knew exactly what to do. A primal instinct took over. And it is that instinct that drives me now. I have pulled back the Alpha power I released when I stepped onto the altar. But it still lingers, softly buzzing just beneath my skin like electricity. The same golden energy that once again accepted Lyra. Pulled her in instead of pushing her out. But I can not afford to wonder about that now. Calling on my wolf, I shift the nails of my right hand into claws. The uncomfortable feeling in my fingers lasts less than a second as my wolf obeys. And without hesitation, I slice a claw across the center of my left palm, down to my wrist, where I keep the claw embedded in my skin. The blood wells up instantly. The dark red also glows faintly with that same gold coiling off my body. I curl my bleeding hand into a fist and let the blood drip onto t

Chapter 57

LYRA When Zane's eyes close, the golden glow under his skin flares — then detonates. The force knocks Rion back a full five feet, sending him crashing into the underbrush with a loud grunt.I hear twigs snapping when he lands, although it could also be bones breaking. I’m not even sure. My focus is fixed on Zane. “Fuck,” I breathe. The hum of his power brushes over my skin like static, sending goosebumps over my skin. His power feels wrong. Not as warm and welcoming as it was earlier. Now it has some of the cold I felt when I first met him. Like we went back to a time where he couldn’t stand me.I try to shake that thought out of my head. And then I smell it. The strong stench of wolfsbane burning into his flesh, coming straight from his wound. The shit is laced on the silver of the dagger. Damn. Zane’s breath is coming in shallow gasps. His heartbeat—goddess, I can hear it. It’s stuttering around the knife like it’s lost its rhythm. Even I know, his Alpha healing can’t

Chapter 58

ZANEThere is only blackness. A heavy and smothering darkness stretching endlessly.Then— Intense pain. Blinding light. Sudden breath.A ragged inhale tears through my chest, burning like fire. My eyes fly open, and for a moment, I don’t know where I am. My wolf lifts his head, pushing to the forefront of my mind. And it all comes back to me in fragments. The altar. The shadow. The blade.My hand immediately flies to my chest. But there is no dagger. Only the smooth, unmarred skin beneath my torn shirt.What the hell?I remember it. Clear as day. I felt it. I should be dead. So why am I breathing?I shift slightly, and that is when I notice her. She is slumped beside me, with her head resting against the stone pillar. Her wrist hangs in her lap, and I stare at the dry blood on her arm. “Lyra?” My voice is hoarse. Her eyes flutter open slowly, like she’s waking from a dream, or a nightmare. When she sees me, relief floods her expression, but she remains quiet.I jolt upright, tryin

Chapter 59

ZANEThe entire walk, I wait… stewing. By the time we step back onto Eclipse Pack land, I am close to imploding. Finally, we enter our home, and I turn to her “Office. Ten minutes.”Her brows lift like she’s about to argue, but she makes the wise choice, simply nodding and heading in the direction of the staircase. Good.I need answers, and I need them now, before my sanity finally snaps.Because what happened at that altar… The way my power responds to her, doesn’t reject her presence, has been bothering me since the day I first saw her. Today, her blood saved me… and the way it tasted in my mouth. It was intoxicating. I have never wanted someone so much in my life. To mark. To mate. To know. To claim. And the worst part? I don’t even know what she is. Not a regular wolf. Not a witch. She is something else completely. Something powerful. Though is she powerful enough to protect herself against me? Should the madness overcome me, will she be strong enough to stop me? M

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