All Chapters of Born to shine: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

🌘 Fenrir POV I held her. One arm locked around her waist. One hand buried in her hair. Her face was pressed into my throat and her body tucked tightly against mine. For a moment, I let both of us just breathe. Alaric was not back. He was still with her. But I had heard what the shadows whispered to torture her. That old poison—that she was not good enough—was trying to crawl back through something as sacred as claiming her own mate. And by the way her body trembled, I realized she had accepted the possibility of that lie being true. I was livid. My grip tightened before I could stop it. “I am fine,” she whispered. But of course she was. And I was harmless. I moved. Fast enough to startle her. Careful enough not to hurt her. One moment she was pressed to my side. The next, she was beneath me, caged between my arms and legs, her red hair spread across the pillow, her wide green eyes fixed on my face. Her breath caught. Mine did too. For a different reason. She

🌘 Fenrir POV “My Love.” It came like a call. A call to something deep inside my being.

🍃 Arria POV I kissed him back, pulling at his lips while he owned my mouth and tongue. And because it was him, because I trusted him, I slipped my other hand under his arm and raised it above my head as he had instructed me. Now they were both where he wanted them.

🌘 Fenrir POV She fell asleep immediately after she came undone around me for the second time. I was still deep inside her, keeping her naked body tight in my hold. “Mhm,” she sighed in her sleep. She was uncomfortable with my size. Sleeping like this—while I was buried deep inside her—was going to help her get accustomed to it faster. Or that was the plan. Her constant shifting over the last ten minutes had made me hard again. She tried to pull away from the pressure, still half-asleep. I slipped my hand from her bare stomach down between her thighs and pushed her back fully onto me. The image of her bare pussy, without a single hair on it, was still messing with my mind. No wonder we had snapped like that earlier. She had looked so smooth. So tender. So soft. Three hours, I thought. That was enough. I was going to make it good. Ten minutes later, she was already moaning, arching, and clamping around me. “You tricked me,” she complained breathlessly after another w

🍃 Arria POV My father. He looked the same as before. There were perhaps a few more gray strands in his hair, but that was all. Except for the worry in his eyes. He wasn’t sure I would go to him. I glanced at Fenrir beside me. He simply let go of my hand. It was encouragement enough. I crossed the three steps separating me from my father in an instant, and then I was caught in the familiar bear hug I had grown up with. His scent enveloped me, and somehow, for the first time, it all felt real. “My little girl,” he said, his voice tight and his hold on me even tighter. I smiled against him. “You’re back, Daddy,” I murmured. “Yes, I am,” he confirmed. “We both are.” Then his left arm released me just long enough to pull my mother into the embrace too. Her arm immediately wrapped around my waist, and I slipped mine over her shoulders. A family hug, I thought. A long-overdue wish of mine. Something I had believed I’d lost forever. It felt good. Really, really good. Lik