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The LionSol watched Malik disappear through the crowd and didn't follow.He sipped his wine.His eyes moved the way they always moved at these things — lazy, unhurried, touching everything without settling — until they found what they'd been avoiding finding for the last twenty minutes.Zeran.And the girl pressed against his arm like she lived there.Sol's jaw tightened.She was touching him again — her hand on his chest this time, fingertips trailing down the front of his shirt like she was reading something written there, her mouth curved up at whatever he'd just said. Zeran wasn't moving away. Wasn't removing the hand. Just standing there letting it happen with that expression he wore when he was deciding whether something was worth his attention.The heat that moved through Sol was not slow.He set his glass down and crossed the room."Am I interrupting something."Not a question.Zeran's eyes moved to him. The girl — Rissa — turned. And Zeran said nothing, just looked at Sol wi

Zaren didn't give Sol a chance to breathe. The second the door closed behind them, he was on him—mouth crashing down like a claim, hard and ruthless. Their lips slammed together in a bruising kiss that tasted of pent-up hunger and raw dominance. Zaren's tongue forced its way past Sol's lips, stroking deep, fucking his mouth with filthy intent while his hands gripped Sol's hips hard enough to leave marks. Sol moaned into the kiss, the sound swallowed greedily as Zaren backed him up against the nearest wall with a heavy thud."Fuck, I've been thinking about this all day," Zaren growled against his lips, biting Sol's bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. His hand slid down instantly, palming the thick, aching bulge straining against Sol's pants. He squeezed possessively, stroking the rigid length through the fabric with rough, deliberate pressure. Precum was already soaking through, and Zaren's thumb circled the wet head, teasing mercilessly. "Look at you. So fucking hard for me alre

TomorrowThe gala was still breathing downstairs.Music. Glass. Laughter that cost money. All of it carrying up through the floors like the house had a pulse and didn't know the people inside it were quietly falling apart.Sol sat on the edge of the bed.Then stood up.Walked to the window.Walked back.Sat down again.His hands found each other — fingers locking, unlocking, the specific restlessness of a body that needed to be doing something and had nothing to do. The ceiling was the same ceiling it had been an hour ago. The room was the same room. Everything was exactly as it had been before tonight and nothing was the same at all.Tomorrow the moon goddess would decide.The mate bond would either snap into place or it wouldn't and there was not a single thing — not status, not bloodline, not the careful distance he'd maintained for years — that changed what she chose.He'd spent his whole life being strategic. Positioning. Reading rooms and reading people and moving three steps ah

MisreadThe moon held everything still.Liora stood in the white dress with the tears moving down her face and the bond humming in her chest like something that had always been there and had finally been allowed to be loud and Keal was right there — ten feet, maybe less — and his eyes were on her and for one second, one single second, everything in the universe was exactly as it was supposed to be.Then his face changed.She watched it happen. Watched the recognition move through him — the bond snapping taut between them, bright and real and undeniable — and watched his eyes drop to the tears on her face and watched him read them.Watched him get it wrong.She didn't know that yet.She was still in the first second of it — the joy, the relief, the terrifying wide-open feeling of something confirmed that she'd been carrying quietly for longer than she'd admitted. The tears weren't grief. They weren't refusal. They were the specific tears that come when something you wanted so badly you

Chapter: NeededSol stood at the edge of the ceremony grounds, eyes scanning the crowd of white-dressed wolves. Pairs formed under the moon, bonds snapping into place with howls and laughter. His gaze moved from face to face, shoulders, builds. He searched for one man only.Zaren.His heart pounded with raw relief every time he didn't feel a new pull. No mate bond hitting him tonight. The fear had sat heavy in his gut for weeks—the idea of some stranger locking eyes with him, the bond forcing him away from what he already had. Zaren. The man who had become everything without a name. Sol didn't want anyone else. He needed Zaren's hands, his voice, his cock. The stress of possibly losing that had kept him tight and restless. Tonight, with no bond claiming him, the relief felt like air rushing back into his lungs.He pushed through the edges of the crowd. Zaren's scent hit him—dark, smoky, masculine. His wolf paced hard inside his chest, drawn to it.Zaren stood in the corner shadows nea