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Instead of moving away, he suddenly caught both of my wrists in his larger hands. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was unyielding. Slowly, deliberately, he guided my palms across his chest, forcing me to feel the solid muscle and the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath my fingers.“Just tell me you like what you see,” he murmured, his gaze locked on mine as if he could read every conflicted thought behind my eyes. “Tell me you want to touch me. Just say the word.”I shook my head, but the protest felt weaker than I wanted it to. He kept guiding my hands lower, tracing them down the ridges of his abs. The heat of his skin seemed to burn against my palms. A rough breath left him, and I felt the muscles under my hands tighten.“Fuck…” he whispered.The quiet curse sent an unwanted shiver down my spine.“Lucian, please stop—” My voice came out softer, almost unsteady.I tried to snatch my hands back, desperate to reclaim some control, but he was faster. He caught my right wrist agai

When my sight returned, I found Miya standing near the door of my room.She looked solid and real—larger than an ordinary wolf, with soft fur that blended silver and pale gray. Her eyes were a striking ice blue.For a moment, I could only stare, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. It felt as though my soul had stepped outside my body and was standing before me.Slowly, I rose from the bed and walked toward her on my bare feet. The sadness radiating from her was almost tangible. I could feel it pressing against my chest long before I reached her.I lowered myself to my knees and wrapped my arms around her neck, burying my face in her thick fur.“Miya… what’s wrong?” I whispered. “Why are you so sad?”Her voice came clearly inside my mind, soft and aching.Because you reject me, Eleanor. Do you hate me that much?I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, shaking my head hard. “No. Of course not. I don’t hate you. I never have.”Then why haven’t you accepted me yet? The sorrow

The horse carried us deeper into the woods, the trees growing denser around us until the path opened into a wide, sunlit clearing. Tall grass swayed gently in the breeze, and the morning light filtered through the surrounding canopy in soft golden patches. It felt quiet here—peaceful, almost private.Lucian slowed the horse to a stop in the center of the open space. His arm remained steady around my waist as he swung one leg over and dismounted first. Once his boots touched the ground, he turned back to me and raised both hands.“Come here,” he said quietly. “I’ve got you.”I hesitated only a second before leaning toward him. His strong hands settled firmly on my waist, and he lifted me down with the same effortless strength he had used to pull me up. My feet touched the soft earth, but for a moment he didn’t immediately let go. Our bodies were close again, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him and catch the faint scent of his skin. My heart gave an unsteady flutter before

Eleanor POV That same vision crashed over me again.My head throbbed violently as I struggled to open my eyes, but my body refused to obey. Darkness pressed in from every side until the nightmare fully formed around me.I stood in the middle of a vast, ruined battlefield. Bodies lay everywhere—wolves in their animal forms and others still caught between human and beast. The ground was soaked with blood. Smoke rose in thick columns toward a sky the color of ash. The silence was broken only by the wind and the distant crackle of dying fires.“Miya!” I screamed, spinning in every direction. “Miya, where are you?!”I am here, Eleanor. I am always here.The voice did not come from any single place. It seemed to fall from the heavens themselves, surrounding me. I looked up sharply, heart pounding.“Miya, please tell me what is happening. Why is everyone dead?”This is a vision of what will come to pass soon enough, she answered, her tone heavy with sorrow. Look toward that tree. She demand

It had been far too long since I had been with a woman, and the ache of it was starting to wear on me. The thought of having her the way I really wanted—slow, deep, completely—kept pushing into my mind no matter how hard I tried to shove it aside. The memory of her body against mine, the way she had kissed me back even while fighting herself, only made the hunger sharper.Fuck. Stop it, Lucian.There were too many problems waiting for me. Pack matters, finding those traitors among us, and the coming war the Oracle had warned about. I couldn’t afford to lose focus.I stood up from the tub, water streaming down my body, and dried off with a towel. After pulling on a pair of black shorts, I walked back into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. The laptop sat on the nightstand where I had left it days ago. I dragged it onto my lap and opened it, the screen lighting up with unanswered emails and missed meeting reminders.I hadn’t properly attended to business in weeks—maybe longer. Messag