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SERAPHINA“Pleasing you,” I told Damien. Then his breath hitched.Just once. A sharp, quiet sound that held so much restraint.He didn’t want to react but he didn’t shove me off either.My lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, my tongue pressing flat against the underside.I’d woken before him, the early morning light bleeding through the heavy curtains, and I’d known exactly what I wanted. His dick was already half-hard, thick and heavy in my mouth, the taste of him musky and salt-sweet. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my throat opening for him like it was made to. The ridges of his abs tensed beneath my fingertips where I braced myself against his stomach, his skin hot and taut.Damien’s hands found my hair before I could pull back.His fingers twisted into the strands, just shy of pain, guiding me down until my nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base of his cock. I gagged—just a little—but he didn’t let up. His hips lifted, shallow at first, then deeper,

FORTY FOURSERAPHINA“How are you so beautiful?”There was something different in his expression from the easy, unbothered look he’d worn all day. Something more considered. He looked at me for a moment in a way that had no agenda attached to it, just looked, and then he said it.The room went very still.I straightened up slowly.The words landed differently than they had the first time, in the dark of the boardroom with his head in my lap and his eyes unfocused and glassy. That time I’d filed it under drunk nonsense and moved on. This time, his eyes were completely clear, and he was standing upright; his voice had been entirely steady.Something moved through the air between us that I didn’t have a name for and didn’t particularly want one.I looked at him carefully. “You said that before.”“I know.”“You were drunk.”“I know that too.” He didn’t look away. “I remember it.”I folded my arms. “You remember it.”“I wasn’t as gone as I looked.” The corner of his mouth moved slightly.

DAMIENShe came up from behind that desk with her eyes already asking questions I didn’t want to answer.I should have stopped Callum the moment he stepped in, now I was sitting with the consequences of that decision standing directly in front of me.Seraphina had that look as though everything she was thinking moved just beneath the surface of her face like water over stone. Visible if you knew where to look. I’d learned where to look four years ago and never unlearned it.“He’s looking for me,” she said again. Not a question this time. “Is that it? He screwed my father over, now he wants to do the same to me?”She moved around the side of the desk, putting herself between me and the door, wanting to make sure I couldn’t end a conversation by walking out of it—old habit. “Tell me what’s going on.” Her eyes searched mine, looking for something, looking to drag all the truths I couldn’t offer her right out of me,“What I know and what I share are two different things.”Her jaw tighten

SERAPHINAMy mouth fell open and a stiff, “What?” dropped from my lips.“Someone saw her,” Callum continued, now running his fingers through his hair. “Somewhere she had absolutely no business being.”“Where?”“A hotel on the east border.” He said it simply, like he was reporting the weather. “Not alone.”I waited. Not alone? With who? As though he could see the question circling my head, Callum spoke.“Damien is looking into it properly. Getting confirmation before anything moves.” He paused. “He asked Marcus something today.”“What?”Callum looked at me. “He asked him if he’d felt the bond yet.”I stared at him.In every pack, in every story passed down from the oldest wolves to the youngest pups, it was one of the first things you learned. A wolf always felt their child. Even before birth. A pull, specific and unmistakable, like a thread connecting somewhere deep in the chest. It didn’t require proximity or confirmation. It simply was. You knew your blood.“What did Marcus say?” I

SERAPHINAI walked fast the whole way back.The photograph was still open on my phone, and I kept looking at it, as if it would change if I looked long enough. It didn’t. It just sat there, clear and damning, taken from outside the boardroom by someone who had been standing in the dark while Damien and I were too consumed with each other to notice anything beyond that room.Someone knew.Someone had been watching, and now they had proof. They had sent it directly to my phone, which meant they knew exactly who I was and exactly what to do with what they had.My chest was tight the entire walk home. My mind swam with ideas I didn’t want to feed. Callum was at the front entrance when I came through the gate, which was unusual enough at this hour that I slowed down immediately. He straightened when he saw me.“Sera.” He moved slightly, positioning himself between me and the door in a way that was subtle but deliberate. “Everything okay?”“I need to see Damien.”“Now isn’t the best time—