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The aphrodisiac was working — I could see the flush creeping up his neck, the way his pupils had begun to dilate. His scent sharpened, heavy with unwanted heat and raw frustration. I stepped closer, letting my own scent bloom in response. “Matteo… you look tense. Let me help you. We’re alone now.”His jaw clenched so hard I heard the faint grind of teeth. He took one deliberate step backward, maintaining the distance between us. “Don’t,” he growled, voice rough but controlled. The Alpha authority in it sent a shiver through me, but not the kind I wanted,I blinked, feigning innocence even as victory sang in my veins. “Darling, How about—”“Save it.” He turned sharply, pacing to the window with rigid, predatory grace. His hands flexed at his sides, knuckles white. The drug was clearly raging through him — I could smell the spike in his arousal, thick and dark — yet he refused to even glance at me with desire. Only disgust. Deeper disgust, now laced with fury at his own body’s betrayal.

I forced myself to straighten, sweat beading on my forehead. Through the hazy connection I could feel her terror bleeding into me. My wolf surged forward inside me, claws scraping at the edges of my control. Whoever had done this… whoever had taken what was mine…I grabbed my jacket with shaking fingers, ignoring the way the room still spun. I had to reach her. I had to know what the hell was going on. Because if someone had dared to touch her, fractured bond or not, I would hunt them to the ends of the earth and make them regret it.I couldn’t wait any longer.I rushed out of my office and before I knew it, I was sprinting towards the forest in top speed. Clothes tore as I shifted mid-stride, bones cracking and reforming in a fluid rush of power.The moment my paws hit the earth, Storm surged forward — my wolf fully in control, larger and darker than most, with silver streaks along his flanks.The forest blurred around us as we ran. Leaves and branches whipped past, but I barely fel

LARAThe accusation had barely left my mouth before the dam inside me shattered. I broke down right there in the clearing, sobbing and trembling so hard I could barely stand.Matteo caught me before I collapsed. He pulled me into his arms, holding me close, whispering soft, soothing words against my hair as one hand rubbed gentle circles on my back. I didn’t fight him. Instead, I leaned in, letting his warmth and familiar scent steady me even as fresh tears soaked his shirt.In that moment, I admitted the truth to myself: I had stopped hating Matteo a long time ago. His banishment had actually led me to my real family — my father, my brothers, and the loving members of the Frost Fang Pack. Yet here I was, finding unexpected comfort in the same man who had once broken me.The fractured mate bond still lingered between us, quiet but present. Maybe it never fully died because I had been wolfless back then. I didn’t dwell on it. My mind was consumed by the constant, muffled terror of my c

LARAI felt the exact moment something deep inside him clicked into place.I knew.Moon Goddess, I knew exactly what he had finally understood.Matteo’s breath hitched, audible even across the chamber. His golden eyes—Storm’s eyes—widened, the storm inside them fracturing into something raw and devastating. The color drained from his face as the truth slammed into him. These were his children.The quadruplets. Conceived during the last days of our happiness, before everything shattered. The heirs he and his pack had demanded so cruelly. The ones he had unknowingly rejected along with me.A broken sound tore from his throat—half growl, half sob. He took one stumbling step forward, then another, as if pulled by an invisible chain. His massive frame trembled, claws fully retracted now, hands opening and closing at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.“M-Mine?” The word cracked out of him, barely more than a whisper. But in the heavy silence, it landed like thunder.Ryker

Lara’s POVThe lullaby wrapped around us like a gentle cocoon, my voice soft and melodic as I sang the old Frost Fang melody about the Moon Goddess watching over her stars. The children lay nestled against me on the oversized bed, their small bodies warm and finally relaxing after the ordeal.As the last notes faded, I lingered, unwilling to move. The trauma of the kidnapping still haunted me—I kept expecting one of them to jolt awake, screaming, reliving the dark ritual or the witch’s draining touch. I brushed Maria’s hair back from her forehead, then stroked Caius’s cheek.“I’ll stay right here,” I whispered. “You don’t have to be strong tonight. Mama’s got you.”Maria cracked one eye open, then gave me the brightest, most reassuring smile I’d seen in days. “Mama, we’re okay. Really. We’re big girls and boys now. The old witch didn’t scare us that much—we knew you, grandpa, and the uncles would come.”Lyra stretched dramatically and yawned. “Yeah, Mama. Go rest or talk with Grandpa.