Semua Bab Feral Attraction : Bab 51 - Bab 60

“What do you want to do with me?” she whispered, her voice a tease that went straight to my core.“You have no idea,” I growled, the words rougher than I intended, the wolf in my chest stirring with a low, possessive rumble.I took the stairs two at a time, her weight nothing to me. In my room, I didn’t set her down gently. I placed her in the middle of the floor, my hands already on the hem of her soft sweater. Our eyes locked. Her pupils were blown wide, dark pools reflecting the hunger I knew was on my own too.I removed her top and undid her jeans pants pulling it down along with her panties. “You too,” she breathed, her fingers finding the button of my jeans.It was a frantic, beautiful tangle. My sweater went over my head. Her jeans pooled at her ankles. I unhooked her bra with a clumsy, urgent flick of my fingers, and the soft sigh she let out as it fell away was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. Then we were just skin, pale and flushed in the afternoon light filtering thr

By the time I padded downstairs the following morning, hair a mess and wearing one of Milo’s old hoodies, the TV was already on. Some local Brentwood channel was playing a rerun of a morning cooking show, the host dramatically enthusiastic about clam chowder.Mrs. Anderson sat curled into one corner of the couch with her coffee. My mom was beside her, feet tucked underneath her, commenting like she was judging a competition.“That’s too much garlic,” my mom said decisively.Mrs. Anderson nodded. “Absolutely. Ruins the balance.”I smiled and grabbed a bowl of cereal, settling a trailing behind me with a yawn that looked powerful enough to crack his jaw.“Morning,” he said, voice rough, hair sticking up in a way that should have been illegal.I tried not to stare. Failed.He caught me and smirked. “You look like you’re thinking very loudly.”“I was just appreciating,” I said lightly, spoon clinking against the bowl, “how unfair it is that you wake up looking like that.”He leaned down a

I slipped out of the room while the world was still asleep.The clock in my room read 4:45 AM. The air felt lighter. The pull under my skin, the relentless ache that had owned me for the last two nights, was finally gone. The moon’s grip had loosened, leaving behind a raw, trembling need that had only one name.Gal.I opened her door carefully, easing it just enough to slip inside. Moonlight spilled through the window, painting her room in pale silver. She stirred immediately, like she always did when I was near.“Milo?” she whispered.Relief washed over me so hard I had to pause.“The moon is over,” I said softly, my voice rough from disuse and emotion. “I just… needed you.”She sat up, surprise flickering across her face before it melted into something warmer. Happiness. Concern. Love. All of it wrapped together in the way only she ever looked at me.“You’re okay,” she said, reaching for me.I nodded, stepping closer. “I am now.”She stretched her arm toward me, and I took her hand

The afternoon sun filtered gently through the pine trees as I made my way toward the pack house, my steps sure but unhurried. The air was clean and sharp, scented with resin and damp bark, and somewhere above me, a hawk called lazily across the sky.As much as I’d enjoyed the quiet comfort of home, duty tugged at me. I knew I needed to report to the Alpha. It wasn’t just custom; it was respect, a gesture that said I’m back, I’m loyal, I’m here when you call.The path opened up to reveal the pack house; grand but familiar, its log walls and wide porch looking almost regal against the dark sweep of forest. Even from a distance, I could hear the hum of voices, the occasional laugh, the pulse of the pack’s heartbeat in the air.When I stepped inside, the scent hit me first: pine, leather, and something warm and yeasty. Freshly baked bread, probably. It smelled like belonging, like home.I didn’t need to search long for the Alpha. He was standing near the hearth, broad-shouldered and tall,

Friday evenings always carried that lazy kind of quiet that I loved so much. The sun had started to dip low, painting everything through my window in soft gold.Gal and I sat face to face at my reading desk, the window open just enough to let in the warm breeze that smelled faintly of pine and cut grass.The Rivera house was quiet too. Both sets of parents had left that afternoon for a couples’ weekend retreat in the nearby town. They wouldn’t be back until late Saturday evening.Gal and I were home alone.Normally, that would’ve meant a movie marathon or us lying on the couch talking for hours, but Gal had come in with that familiar determined sparkle in her eyes and a folder under her arm.“We’re doing this today,” she said, placing it on the desk like it was sacred.I leaned back in my chair. “Doing what, exactly?”“College lists,” she said, pulling out a notebook and two pens. “Five schools minimum. We agreed to start this week, remember?”“I remember vaguely,” I teased. “Somethi