Semua Bab Feral Attraction : Bab 91 - Bab 94

The aftershocks were still rippling through me, a warm, buzzing hum deep in my bones. Milo’s weight was a solid, comforting anchor, his softened length still nestled inside me, a tender connection in the quiet aftermath. His breath was warm against my neck, his face still buried in my hair. I could feel the precise moment the last of the beast receded, the subtle shift in his muscles, the softening of the air around him from predatory to protective.He lifted his head slowly, his eyes finding mine in the flickering light. They were his eyes again, that warm, deep brown, but they held a shadow of something… vulnerable. He brushed a sweat-damp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch impossibly gentle. “Gal,” he whispered, his voice rough from growls and groans. “Did I… was I too much?”The question, so soft and full of genuine worry, unraveled something in my chest. I brought my hands up to cup his stubbled cheeks. “Too much?” I echoed, my own voice hoarse. “Milo, it was… it was ever

The weekend of the full moon in Salem crept up faster than I expected. Even though I had attended countless full moon gatherings back in Valley Stone, this one felt different in a significant way. Maybe because it was my first full moon away from home. Or maybe because I was in a new environment entirely, surrounded by wolves I barely knew.Whatever the reason, the weight sat in my chest the entire day.By 4 p.m., I was already in the room the pack had assigned to me; a simple but comfortable space on the third floor of the pack house. The window overlooked the western yard, where preparations for the moonrise were already underway. Younger wolves hurried across the grass, elders walked in small groups, and patrol leaders coordinated quietly near the treeline.Everything looked both familiar and foreign at the same time.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, listening to the muffled heartbeat of the pack house; footsteps, hushed conversations, doors opening and closing, th