Semua Bab WHISPERS OF HIS FORBIDDEN WOLF : Bab 41 - Bab 50

I opened my hands for a hug but he drags me to him and he pulls me in soft a kiss. I leaned into his kiss, and my hands pull his T-shirt up over his chest. He slips his arms out of the arm-holes and the kiss breaks to allow the shirt to go over his head. I tossed it aside. He pushed my top off my shoulders and it fell to the floor somewhere.I immediately re-engaged in the kiss, and pushed myself into him. He falls gently back to the sofa and I come with him. With my top gone, my breasts and his chest are now skin to skin. I wriggled and writhe my boobs and nipples against him. His hands run softly across my now naked back, then his hands go down to my ass, gripping and squeezing. He slipped his hands inside the waistband of my bottoms and squeeze my bare ass softly yet firmly. He's trying to pull me into me.Aiden sucked one, then the other nipple into his warm mouth, caressing them with his tongue."Oh, baby, so good, feels so good"He cupped and caressed my breasts, mounding eac

I woke up smiling.I tried to fight it, buried my face in my pillow, squeezed my eyes shut, reminded myself that I had lectures, responsibilities, and a reputation that was already hanging by unraveling threads.But Aiden had kissed my forehead last night.And apparently, that was enough to undo me.A warm flutter raced through my chest at the memory. His hands on my waist. His voice low and raw when he thanked me. The way he looked back at me as he walked to his car, like letting me out of his sight physically pained him.I pulled myself together eventually well, as together as I could while blushing through my entire shower and slipped into clothes that made me look more composed than I felt. A crisp blouse. Dark slacks. A pulled back bun.Professional. Calm. Untouched by reckless, dangerous, golden eyed boys.Total lies.By the time I walked through campus, the early morning air was crisp, the students already buzzing, and I felt… light. Relaxed. Almost hopeful.A dangerous feeling

Aiden’s povMy phone wouldn’t stop ringing.It buzzed across my desk, vibrating over and over until it nearly slid off the edge.My father.Again.I didn’t even bother checking the screen anymore, his name lighting up was predictable as gravity.I let it ring.And then ring again.And again.They must’ve seen the photos by now. They must’ve heard the uproar, the council’s outrage, the avalanche of whispers shredding through the university halls like wildfire.They must’ve seen her face plastered across every student device.My father wanted blood, mine or probably hers too and my mother would be pacing the marble foyer, acting like the scandal tarnished her jewelry.I let the call go silent.Then declined the next one.If they wanted answers, they could choke on their silence like I choked on theirs my entire life.I had one priority right now.Elena.I tried calling her again, for the sixth time.Call failed.Straight to voicemail.She was shutting me out.She never shut me out.The

I did not know how long we stayed like that, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths tangled and uneven in the quiet of Lily’s living room. The world outside felt distant, blurred, unreal, as if the uproar of the university belonged to another universe entirely. Here, there was only the soft trembling in Aiden’s hands and the slow, careful rise of his chest as he tried to breathe without breaking.The storm inside me had not passed. Not fully. It hovered in the background like a bruise that still throbbed each time I touched it. But there was something else woven into the chaos now. Something warmer. Something steadier. The truth.It had been Marcus.Not Aiden.And even though the terror and humiliation of the day still clung to me, even though the shadows of doubt still lingered in corners of my thoughts, there was a new thread running through the fear. Relief. Painful. Fragile. But real.Aiden pulled back slightly, just enough to search my face. His eyes were soft, but the ex

The apartment felt too quiet after everything that happened. Too still. Almost wrong. After the police took Aiden away, the silence felt like it had weight, pressing down on my chest until every breath scraped like sandpaper. Lily had left for work. The apartment was too quiet without her voice grounding me, too hollow without Aiden pacing or arguing or whispering something reckless at my cheek. Every wall felt like it was listening, waiting for me to break.I didn’t sleep. I didn’t even try.When my phone rang, I flinched so hard I nearly dropped it.I didn’t recognize the number at first. Then my breath caught.My father.“Hello?”His voice came through warm, steady, too full of concern for me to bear. “How are you, sweetheart?”My throat tightened. I pressed a hand to my forehead and forced my voice not to shake. “I’m okay.”It was a lie. A stupid, obvious lie. I was anything but okay.“You sound tired,” he said gently. “Your voice is strained. Did something happen? I’ve been heari