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ACE "Hey," I caught Miranda by her wrists, the pads of my thumbs tracing over her thrumming pulse points, "you need to breathe, baby. Take in a deep breath for me." Her sky blue eyes held my hazel ones as she inhaled deeply through her nose, chest inflating with air and round tits pressing against the bodice of her dress.

“You are running out of air. I control that.” I tried to slow down my breathing, but it felt like I was breathing gelatin, the air impossibly thick. I gasped out. “Please,” I managed to say. “No screaming,” the voice said. “I will give you your air back as long as you don’t scream.”

Just the jarring slam of reality shifting under me like a rug being pulled out. My chest was heaving. Couldn't catch my breath. The air felt too thin, or maybe too thick. Everything was wrong. My body didn't know where it was, what position it was in. Sitting, but my muscles screamed that I'd been falling. Or running. Or something. "Hey, hey..." Selene's voice. Soft. Gentle. The way a mother talks to a scared child. "Here... breathe. Just breathe." I tried. In through the nose, out through the mouth. But my lungs wouldn't cooperate. They kept hitching, skipping beats, like they'd forgotten how breathing worked.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

My breath came shallow and sharp, each inhale scraping. “Easy.” Kaden’s voice. Right there. Close. His hand was already on my back, solid and grounding, fingers splayed like he was anchoring me to the present by force. “You do not get points for bravery,” he added quietly. “I was not trying to be brave,” I muttered. “I was trying not to drown in my own ribs.” Kael snorted from somewhere nearby. “That checks out.” I forced my breathing to slow. In. Out. The hum settled with it, coiling tighter, denser. Waiting.

“Calm your breathing. Focus. And this time—only your claws. Nothing else. Just call them out and pull them back. Do not attempt to shift beyond that.” Only my claws. That should be easy… right? But the moment I tried to steady myself, my heartbeat grew stronger—uneven, so loud that I could hear it in my ears. The air felt heavier than before. I lifted my gaze to the moon hanging above us, steadying my eyes—unblinking. Something inside me stirred, deep and instinctive. Breathing became harder by the second. Everything flipped.

I was entirely at work. The silver moved toward me. I absorbed it. It burned, and I held it, and I released it through the moonlight flooding the windows, the full moon at its height now, enormous and perfect, the most powerful it would be all year, and the moon-born gift in my blood was aligned with it so completely that the release was effortless even when everything else cost. His breathing changed. I felt it before I heard it, the specific quality of a chest that has been fighting for air and is no longer fighting. The silver was almost gone. I pulled the last of it. I held it for four heartbeats. I released it.

“I can feel it. The baby is waiting. It’s not ready either. Just—help me breathe. Hold me. It’ll wait for the moon.” Maelin stared at her, surprised. “If she can control her breathing, it might be enough to stall the contractions.” Draven immediately moved closer, pressing her hand against his chest. “Do what she says. Just breathe with me.” They stayed like that, locked together, counting each breath. Every time pain came, Liora focused on Draven’s voice—steady, low, unyielding. The contractions slowed, though not completely. Outside, the storm grew worse. The thunder shook the walls, and flashes of lightning lit the sky. Wolves continued to howl, their calls mixing with chants from the tem

His heart is beating even slower. I tilt his head back to give me more access, and I blow more air into his mouth. I don’t stop, I keep breathing into his mouth. Come on! Breathe! You goddamn omega!. Fucking breathe Sorahiko!. He’s not breathing. I don’t let up. Inhale. Exhale. Push. Not until he takes in that first shaky breath. Not until he starts breathing by himself, albeit shakily. At least he’s breathing. I pick him up gently, cradling the back of his head in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sorahiko so silent. It’s unnerving.

She set her priorities and rested, in order to escape the valley she had to be at her peak form every time she decided to move. . . . A week passed, as a young lady coated with bloody Aura walked cautiously in the valley. Sometimes she would jump in some cave and come out covered in blood, sometimes rank 2 magical beasts would attack her to be devoured by a huge black shadow. 'The density of "Breath" is increasing so much that if I release my companion for only a few attacks I can refill the "Breath" expended immediately. Since the companion was mostly wandering in her chest area, it has a very sexy look whenever she reverted to human form as it was right on top of her bust.