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—DAPHNE:I never imagined what it felt like to be floating on air, yet now I’m grateful to have experienced it. After Alpha Bellamy’s tongue traced over me, his mouth and hands never left my body even as the orgasm washed over me. For a second, I wonder how he was breathing; his entire face was pressed to my cunt, his nose inhaling, his tongue lapping and drinking my juice.Even now, I could still sense the memory of his tongue, his touch was both filthy and enticing. My thighs pulsed with the familiar ache. I could feel his grip around my waist as he held me down as I writhed and cried out in pleasure.Though I tried to distract myself, that memory dominated every corner of my mind. Sitting before my dresser mirror, Elian was gently running a comb through my hair. The delicate touch of her slender fingers on my scalp caused my feet to curl involuntarily. She had just finished helping me dress for the day and was now attempting to place my hair in order; I sighed with pleasure, savori

—DAPHNE:I hated how moods can easily change, from over-excitement to numbness. And right now, sitting on the floor in my room, all I could think about was what I could have done differently to change things from happening this way. It all started that stupid night when I drunkenly snuck in and had sex with him. Maybe if I could erase that, I would have instead been so in love with Julian. I wouldn’t have had my heart shattered into a tiny million pieces.I bent my head over my knee, which was raised to my face, hugging myself as though I could hold my emotions together physically. I couldn’t quite erase the coldness in his face. That stark coldness that meant I was nothing more than a nuisance to him.I suppose that was true.A knock resounded on the door, but I wasn’t in any mood to see anyone. I didn’t even lift my head.“Daphne?” Julian called out.But he wasn’t just anyone. He was someone who cared deeply for me, and I had pushed him away because I thought it wasn’t what my hear

—BELLAMY:“Yes, our pack has been thriving for years due to hard work and consistent teamwork. It’s as though I was blessed with the best pack members,” I noted as two pack leaders from neighboring packs nodded in agreement.“I also think it’s because you’re such a distinct leader.”I wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a compliment. Either way, I knew one thing—I would rather be alone, anywhere far from here, than endure this conversation any longer.“Yes. I do wish I could follow in your footsteps,” the other added.I gave the practiced smile I had long perfected. “Gentlemen, you flatter me with too much praise.”“Not at all,” one of them continued. “But with your skills, I would have thought you would have found a woman by now. It’s been how many years? Fifteen?”And just like that, they had started to irritate me. “Twenty,” I corrected flatly.“Yes, twenty. Quite a long time to wait on a woman. I’d say you should follow in your son’s footsteps and move on. He didn’t let the fact t

—BELLAMY:Hope can be a cruel mechanism. You hold onto it expecting certain results, but the longer it gets delayed, the heavier it becomes. And in the end, it leaves you with nothing but frustration and fear. That was exactly how I felt after hours of searching through the bustling crowd and the enormous pack house with no sign of her.I was struggling to keep my composure, forcing myself not to imagine all the things that could have gone wrong. My heart was restless, beating too fast, too loud, like it was trying to warn me of something I didn’t want to accept. I had to find her. What if someone had taken her? What if they hurt her? I swallowed hard. I had never felt this kind of restlessness before, this helpless urgency clawing at my chest.Julian was already barking orders at the guards, demanding they expand the search. I tried to stay calm, but I was seconds away from losing control myself. From the looks of it, she wasn’t in the pack house. Which meant whoever took her had ei

—DAPHNE:Is this what it means to have a mate? To feel this deeply drawn into someone, as though every part of you recognizes them even before your mind can understand it? Maybe that wasn’t even the right question to ask, or maybe I was just too afraid to sit with the answer. Because no matter how much I tried to push it away, it didn’t change what it was. The fact that my father-in-law is my actual mate.He slowly sat back down on the chair, his eyes still widened in shock as though he was struggling to process what had just been revealed. “You got your wolf,” he said quietly, almost like he needed to hear it out loud to believe it.I bit my lower lip, trying to steady myself, but the shock in his expression felt heavier than anything else. It didn’t feel like acceptance. It felt more like maybe regret, maybe confusion. Even his tone carried that same distance, that same unreadable weight. “We don’t have to follow the mate thing,” I said quickly, forcing the words out. “I’m already