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Janet POVBy the time I stepped out of Celeste’s room, my hands were trembling again.Not from fear.Not the way they used to when I had to walk toward my father’s study or stand in a hall full of people who saw me as nothing more than an extension of his authority.This was different.This was the kind of nervous that lived in your chest and fluttered like wings every time you took a breath.I paused in the corridor, smoothing my hands down the sides of the royal blue dress as if I still couldn’t believe I was the one wearing it. The fabric felt soft beneath my fingers, fitted perfectly to my body after the careful adjustments Celeste had made, the color rich and deep in a way that made my skin look warmer, my posture straighter.I had looked at myself in the mirror before leaving her room and for a moment I hadn’t recognized the girl staring back.She had looked… confident.Not because she was trying to be.Because she finally had something to stand on.Because someone had seen her

Janet’s POVThe moment Ryan’s fingers locked around my wrist, the entire banquet hall seemed to shrink into nothing. The music, the laughter, the clinking glasses—all of it faded until there was only the pounding of my heart and the heat of his skin against mine.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.We moved like we were being chased—half walking, half running—down the long corridor that led away from the glittering crowd. My heels clicked too loudly against the marble, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts. I could feel the eyes of a few curious pack members on us as we passed, but Ryan didn’t slow, didn’t look back. His grip was firm, possessive, trembling just enough to tell me he was holding himself together by a thread.The second the heavy door of his suite slammed shut behind us, the world narrowed to the space between our bodies.He spun me around and pressed me hard against the wall.Our mouths crashed together before I could even draw a full breath.It wasn’t gentle. It was

Janet’s POVWe weren’t done.Not even close.The bond thrummed between us like a living current—hot, electric, insatiable. Every heartbeat sent another pulse of his need straight into my veins, and mine answered right back, doubling the fire until I felt like I might combust.Ryan was still buried deep inside me, still hard, still throbbing even after he’d come so hard his whole body had shaken. His release coated us both, slick and warm, making every tiny shift of his hips feel obscene.He lifted his head from my neck, eyes still midnight-black, pupils blown so wide there was barely any iris left. His lips were swollen, glistening. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his brow, to the sharp line of his jaw.He looked feral.Beautiful.Mine.Without a word he rolled us—sudden, effortless—so I was straddling him. The movement drove him even deeper, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I cried out, hands flying to his chest