《Midnight Desires》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

The full-moon ceremony had been the date circled in Emily’s mind for years, the moment that was supposed to cement her place beside Kilian. Instead, it became the stage for her greatest shame. She stood in the very center of the pack circle, the cool night air biting at her bare skin. At twenty-four, she was in the prime of her life, her body soft and curved, glowing under the silver light of the moon. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight and aching with a physical need she couldn’t control. Between her legs, she was already wet, her body reacting to the nearness of her mate with a desperate, dripping heat that she couldn’t hide.Kilian stood over her, a mountain of a man at thirty. He was the Alpha in every sense—dominant, terrifying, and right now giving off a pressure that made it hard for her to breathe. He wore nothing but low-slung black shorts that did little to hide how hard he was. His cock was a thick, straining shape against his shorts, veins standing out as he looked

The days after their last time together felt like pure torture, full of nothing but silence and doubt. Kilian didn’t just pull away; he turned into a stranger in his own house, dodging every spot where Emily could be. For three whole days, he sent nothing. He wouldn’t even glance her way in the morning meetings. That quiet was deafening, but the gossip was even worse. Rumors spread through the pack like a disease. Folks whispered about a she-wolf from the next territory—one who was young and strong, who could turn into a stunning, flawless wolf without any effort. They claimed Kilian had been spotted with her, thinking about what was right for the family line. Just the thought of him with someone else, someone complete, froze Emily’s blood cold. Her envy and terror built up until the ache in her heart became too much to hold back. At dusk, she found him in his war room. She didn’t knock. She walked right in, the heavy click of the lock behind her echoing in the quiet space. Kilian w

The final fight came at dawn, and it brought the end of everything Emily had ever known. Enemies flooded the den, a huge group of growling wolves with bared teeth, ready to destroy the pack when it was weakest. But when the first group attacked the edge, Emily’s power finally came alive. It wasn’t the crack of a wolf’s bone or the spread of rough fur. It was a burst of old, deep-down fire that had slept for hundreds of years. She didn’t turn into a wolf; she became something much rarer—a phoenix-wolf hybrid, a creature of fire and shadow. Flames and darkness covered her skin in big waves, her power stronger than any Alpha in one scary moment. She moved so fast the air seemed to cry out, ripping through the enemy lines like they were nothing. The pack stood back in total shock, staring as the girl they once called weak and useless changed into a goddess of ruin. By the time the sun was high in the sky, the danger was over, and the earth was burned black. Kilian didn’t speak a word as

The exhaustion was a heavy blanket, but Orion had no intention of letting Isabella drift into the mercy of sleep. He wanted her awake, aware, and completely consumed by him. He forced her onto the center of his massive bed, her body feeling small against the vast expanse of the mattress. Before she could even catch her breath from the last encounter, he had her wrists pinned together above her head, held easily in the iron grip of just one of his hands.He didn't waste time with gentleness. He moved between her legs and began to eat her like a man who hadn't seen food in years, a starving predator finally finding its kill. Isabella’s head thrashed against the pillows as his tongue—long, forked, and impossibly agile—speared deep inside her. He was thorough, lapping up the messy combination of his own seed and the nectar her body was producing in frantic response to him. The sensation was overwhelming; his mouth was hot, and the way he sucked at her clit felt like he was trying to draw

The escalation of the conflict happened with terrifying speed. One moment, Isabella was catching a rare breath of air away from Orion’s stifling presence, and the next, the world was a blur of scales and talons. A rival alpha, a dragon whose name she didn't even know, snatched her from the grounds. He didn't want her for her beauty or her soul; he wanted her because she was Orion’s. In the twisted logic of their kind, he believed he could break Orion’s claim by force, intending to overwrite the scent of one dragon with another. But Orion was not a creature that could be outmaneuvered. He didn't need a trail of broken branches to find her. He tracked her by the most intimate scent imaginable—his own cum, which was still leaking from her body like a beacon in the dark. It was a chemical tether that led him straight to the clearing where the rival had dragged her. The violence that followed was primal and absolute. Orion didn't fight like a man; he fought like a force of nature. He tor