I straddled him in the driver’s seat, anchoring myself against him as my pulse hammered in my throat. “Why? What possessed you to make this decision, Rowan?”“I want to manifest every dream you’ve ever held, Serena. I want your laughter to be the soundtrack of our hearth. I never want to see you withered by sorrow, but if you are, I want to be close enough to wipe those tears away and restore your spirit. I grew up with my sire present for every hunt, and I want that legacy for our pups. He never abandoned us for moons on end, and I refuse to subject our progeny to that absence. I want the bond my parents shared. When I sat in the war room yesterday morning, brooding over my sire the day he walked out of a million-credit trade deal because my mother required his presence, well… let’s just say I was ignited.”My sobs were dissolving into erratic hiccups and soft sniffles as he traced long, soothing paths up and down my spine, shielding me within his embrace.“Do you wish to survey the

“You know what I crave now?” he murmured, pressing a lingering, heated kiss to my mouth.“Tell me.”“To see you draped in nothing but that ring.”I laughed at his brazen declaration, the amber flames of desire dancing in his eyes. “That can be arranged.”“I’ve also secured a basket for a feast,” he gestured toward the corner of the studio. “Bread, sharp cheeses, and cured meats—I avoided the deli cuts, knowing your mother insists they are forbidden during your cycle. She prepared a feast for herself and my sire today, so she gifted me a container of the harvest.” He smiled at my grin. “I brought fermented grape nectar without the bite, too.”“You are entitled to the real vintage. I am aware of your devotion to the vine.” I furrowed my brow at his sacrifice.“I am, but my devotion to you eclipses it. If you must endure trials to bring our pup into this world, then I shall mirror every one of them in solidarity. I may not be able to carry a life in my own womb, but I can renounce the ne

I was within the Crimson Veil Gallery, applying finishing touches to a reclaimed canvas, when the shrill, jagged frequency of Valeria’s voice pierced the quiet of the back room.“Not again,” I hissed, my claws digging into the edge of my workbench.By the time I reached the main floor, Mallory and two other pack enforcers had already materialized, weaving a wall of muscle and fur between us. Valeria was trembling, her hand extended in a white-knuckled grip on a piece, pointed toward me. Janka was behind the reinforced counter, a Council Patron standing nearby, frozen in sheer terror.“Aw, hell,” Mallory rumbled, shifting his massive frame directly into the line of fire. “Valeria, stand down. What are you playing at?”“He stripped everything from me, so I intend to claim everything from him.”“Who?”“Lucian Graves. If Serena hadn’t crossed paths with him, my life would be flawless! He shattered it all. He treasures her so deeply he can endure a life without her, so he must understand m

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