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Chapter 51

In one swift motion, Zephyr closed the distance between us. His lips crashed against mine—hot, desperate, and passionate. There was nothing hesitant about it, nothing restrained. I gasped against his mouth, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt, holding on like he was the only thing keeping me grounded. But the truth was, I felt like I was falling. Zephyr wasn’t just kissing me—he was claiming me, pouring weeks of unspoken desire, frustration, and longing into every touch. And me? I kissed him back just as fiercely. Because this wasn’t about duty or fate. This was about wanting each other. No more hesitating. No more holding back. Zephyr lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto his lap as his hands slipped beneath the fabric of my dress. His touch was cold against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers traced my spine, then slowly slipped through my brassiere, unhooking it with a single, effortless motion. As the fabric loosened, his hands moved to my breas

Chapter 52

I moved my hips, deliberately pressing closer against his crotch, feeling his big hard pillar through his clothes. A teasing smile curled on my lips as I whispered, "You need to take care of me down there too." Zephyr trailed kisses down my body, past my stomach, until he reached the space between my legs. My honeypot had dripped love juices and Zephyr couldn’t help but to lean in and taste me. With a lustful gleam in his eyes, Zephyr parted my thighs further, revealing me in my sweet scent. He touched me with his tongue, teasing my swollen clit with a feather-light touch. I trembled slightly, my hips moving instinctively as he traced my slit, savoring my taste. Zephyr slid two fingers inside me, curling them and hooking upwards to find that secret spot that drove me wild. He sucked on my clit, pulling it into his mouth as his fingers thrust in and out, mimicking the rhythm he intended to follow with his manhood soon enough. I bit my lip, moaning his name in a sultry voice.

Chapter 53

I could barely think, my body arching into him, craving more. "I’m yours," I whispered, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. Zephyr growled low in his chest. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper, more intense. The pleasure coiled inside me, building higher with every roll of his hips. His hands roamed over my body, gripping, exploring, owning every inch of me. He kissed me fiercely, swallowing my moans as he drove me closer to the edge. "I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to," he promised, his voice rough against my lips. When Zephyr told me he wouldn’t be gentle with me in bed anymore, he meant it. He was rough—undeniably so—but never reckless. His roughness didn’t mean to hurt me, it never crossed the line into danger. Every thrust, every touch was controlled, and whenever I pushed him even slightly, he immediately slowed down, silently asking if I was okay. Amidst his desire, I could still feel his tenderness. He would constantly ki

Chapter 54

Zephyr smirked. "Do you want me to carry you to the bath?"I groaned. "I don’t think I can survive another second in your arms. That’s how I ended up like this in the first place."He laughed, the sound deep and rich. "Fair point." He shifted slightly, pulling me closer, his fingers tangling in my hair. "But you should still clean up before you sleep, sweetheart."I peeked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "You’re really bossy, you know that?"I didn’t even understand why I had suddenly started speaking so informally to him, but since he didn’t seem to mind, I saw no reason to change the way I spoke.He softened his smile. "Only when it comes to taking care of you."For a moment, silence filled the room, comfortable and warm. The fire had completely died out.I traced circles on his chest, my voice softer now. "Zephyr ...""Hm?"I hesitated before whispering, "Do you ever think about what comes next? About us?"His hand stilled on my back.

Chapter 55

I woke up the next morning feeling sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. Blinking against the soft morning light, I pushed the blanket aside and let out a sigh of relief. Zephyr must have taken care of me after I’d passed out—I didn’t even remember falling asleep, let alone cleaning myself up. Yet, my skin felt fresh, and the sheets beneath me were clean. Then, something else caught my attention. What was I wearing? I definitely hadn’t brought a change of clothes, yet here I was, dressed in an oversized white shirt that practically swallowed me whole. The sleeves hung past my fingertips, and the fabric draped loosely over my body, brushing against my bare thighs. Instinctively, I lowered my head, pressing my nose to the fabric. Zephyr. His scent clung to the shirt—musky, with that hint of cedarwood I’d come to associate with his pheromone. My stomach flipped as warmth crept up my neck. He must have dressed me in this after I’d fallen asleep. God. The realiz

Chapter 56

My face burned as I traced the marks with my fingertips. I knew they would fade quickly thanks to my werewolf healing, but still! He really needed to control himself! And the worst part? I had barely left any marks on him. My brows furrowed. Wait ... where were the bites I had left? I had bitten him last night—I knew I had—but this morning, his skin had been completely unmarked. My eyes narrowed. His healing must be faster than mine. I huffed, crossing my arms. If that’s the case ... A slow smirk curled on my lips. Next time, I’ll just have to bite him harder. Wait ... Next time? My entire face turned red. I crouched in the bathroom, burying my burning face in my hands. We had just done it last night ... and here I was already thinking about our next time. At this point, I was probably more perverted than that beast. But then again ... who knew what he was thinking? Even during breakfast, his gaze had barely left me, as if he were more interested in devouring me than

Chapter 57

Zephyr's POV I sat before the seven councils of the Nocturnal Order, my posture relaxed yet exuding a quiet arrogance. I crossed one leg over the other, not seeming nervous even though the tension was filling the room. Some of the council members murmured among themselves, clearly unsettled. To them, I was being utterly disrespectful, and they did not take kindly to it. "Alpha Zephyr, you know why you’ve been summoned before us, don’t you?" One of the council members—Joseph Nash—looked at me with clear disdain. "I do," I replied, my voice flat, uninterested in the conversation between us. Joseph inhaled sharply before continuing. "It’s been nearly two weeks, and yet we’ve received no progress from you. The rogue werewolves’ attacks on both humans and other supernatural beings grow worse each night. Just yesterday, two more fell victim." "Two victims!" Another council member—Barbara Ruell—slammed her hand on the table. She gritted her teeth, revealing her vampire fangs, though th

Chapter 58

Zephyr's POV I let out a low chuckle. "But isn’t that exactly how this organization works?" I continued, "Money moves everything. Or have you conveniently forgotten the time you came to me, practically begging for extra funding for your mission?"Barbara stiffened, but I didn’t press further. I didn’t need to. The weight of my words was already doing enough damage.Truthfully, I wasn’t upset about the council questioning me over the rogue werewolves. That was their job. What grated on me was the constant disrespect—the way they insulted me at every turn, despite everything I had done for this organization.The real reason they despised me had nothing to do with rogue werewolves. It was because my pack and I had become too powerful, too influential—an economic force that kept this organization running. And worst of all, I had the favor of the Elders.The Elders had granted me unrestricted access to nearly everything—classified records, intelligence reports,

Chapter 59

Samantha's Pov Three days later, I received an invitation from Matthew to visit the set before filming officially began next week. To make everything feel as authentic as possible, the production team had painstakingly built an entire apartment room from scratch, especially because it was Elara and her daughter’s home. The moment I stepped into the studio, I could almost feel Elara’s presence, as if the character had truly lived there. Elara was a perfectionist when it came to organizing and cleaning her belongings. Though the apartment was small and worn-down, every item had its place, every surface was spotless. Not a single thing looked out of place, as if disorder itself was forbidden. At first, I wondered why Elara behaved this way. But after reading further into the novel, I found my answer that Elara’s obsession with order came from a lack of control in her own life. Her clothes, her behavior, even the way she lived, everything was dictated by her husband. So, in an attem

Chapter 60

I glanced around once more before turning back to him with a small smile. "It’s incredible, Mr. White. I can already picture myself as Elara." "The prop team put in a lot of effort to make it as accurate as possible," Matthew said, nodding with pride. "They did a fantastic job. If you’re ready, we can check out the other set, the house Elara shared with her ex-husband. Callum is already there." A house filled with years of pain and suffocating memories. I inhaled deeply, steadying myself. I had a feeling that set would hit too close to home. But this was fiction, and I was an actress. I needed to separate the past from the present. "I’m ready. Let’s go." Unlike Elara’s apartment, which had been built from the ground up, the production team had rented an actual house for her ex-husband’s scenes. It made sense because those moments were scattered throughout the film, appearing as fragmented memories or the haunting echoes of a life Elara had fought to escape. The house it

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