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CHAPTER SIX Kai’s POV The waves of the ocean crashed violently against the rocks splashing my beta and me with sprays of salty water. The air at the base of the cliff was damp and thick with the smell of funk and salt. This specific area was known for housing dead bodies and skeletons of the wolves that the arrogant Blackwood pack no longer wanted. It was constantly filled with dead and gore, making it a touring ground for the dark witches. “It is eerily quiet here, Kai. The tide is pulling back,” Kaelen observed, stepping over one of the decayed bodies on the riverbank. Kaelen is the only one who could stand within ten feet of me when my beast starts clawing at my brain.

The legends of a destined union, a bond of such profound power it could reshape the very fabric of the werewolf world, had been relegated to the realm of bedtime stories, charming but ultimately irrelevant in the face of stark reality. Yet, here she stood, or rather, sat, leaning against the mossy bark of an ancient oak, the scent of damp earth and pine filling her lungs. Beside her, a creature of myth and raw power rested, his golden eyes mirroring the moonlight, his presence a tangible force that resonated deep within her very being. Kael. The name itself felt like a key, unlocking chambers of her soul she hadn’t known existed. His arrival, his inexplicable connection to her, was not a mer

I inhaled deeply. I smelled her willingness. Her arousal was a cloying scent that should have triggered my wolf. It should have made my instincts scream to fuck her. My wolf should have been interested. He always was in the past. He should have been urging me to take what she was offering. Instead… Dead silence inside my head. ‘Wrong scent. Wrong woman! Not ours!’ His voice in my head was violent. My wolf was pacing, agitated, furious. He didn’t want this. He wanted Rhiannon.

She whines for the relief of his proximity, completely oblivious to the fact that our so-called mate is a coward who chose the girl making my life a living hell. I adjust the heavy strap of the portfolio on my shoulder and keep my head down, navigating the crowded brick walkways. Then, the wind shifts. My breath hitches. Before I can stop her, my wolf snaps to attention, her ears pricking up in my mind, searching the crowd. I don't even have to look. I can feel him. The pull of the second-chance bond acts like a physical tether, tugging my chest slightly to the left, toward the center of the quad.

I whisper. “I love you too, little wolf. My mate. My everything.” We lie there in the candlelight, wrapped in each other, and for a moment everything is perfect. Then I hear it. Footsteps outside. Multiple sets. Voices. Oh no.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

freak. Damien smiled wider. "Now you understand why I cannot remain mated to such a creature. I Damien Holden, Beta of Silver Creek Pack under the rule of Alpha Theodore reject you Laila Ashwood, as my mate. You are not worthy of any true werewolf." The rejection hit me like a physical blow. I felt something tear inside my chest, like my heart was being ripped in half. The pain was so bad I couldn't breathe. I fell to my knees in the dirt, clutching my chest.

With anticipation racing through her, she leaned in closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Edmond responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he deepened the kiss. Anna felt a surge of desire course through her, and she knew that she wanted him more than anything. It was a moment of pure bliss. As they kissed, Anna felt a connection to Edmond that she had never felt before. She felt like she belonged with him, in his world of werewolves and danger. They sat on the couch together, Edmond's fur brushing against Anna's skin. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as she looked into his eyes, which seemed to glow in the moonlight.

“They do. But some werewolves have a remedy to that. They can put up a shield and make sure no one can hear them and the person they are talking to.” “So, you have that power.” With a gentle smile, he blinked. And my dear god, I fell for him. He made me believe in love at first sight. “Then I’d like to accept your help. Could you guide me to the library during the break time?” He paused, like he was trying to study me. “So, you are like the studious type?” “Not really. I am more like a silent lover.” “And library is the place of your preference.” I blinked.

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