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“Stop getting fucking big! Do you want to tear my insides?!” “I… I don't know what's happening!” I confessed, leaning close to him. I couldn't tell how to stop this. I'd never knotted in someone before, though I'd heard about it. An alpha male, only knots in the one he would spend the rest of his life with, and I'd never found that person. Not only that, but the urge to knot only came during our rutting seasons, and I wasn't in any fucking rut. Which would mean… I peered down at Aithan who was still thrashing in pain under me, looking like he was a few seconds from sending me on a path to meet my ancestors.

“Ella, you got this. This is your only chance to get out of here.” There is no phone, but there is something else I can do. I summon my wolf bond. The moment I think about it, it pulses faintly inside me, like it has been waiting for me to stop pretending I don’t need it. But I still hesitate. Calling him through the bond means opening a door I always keep locked, letting him feel me, even though I don’t want to admit how close he still is to me in ways I can’t control. My breath trembles.

Every few steps, he would stop to touch a tree or a rock, his fingers tracing small symbols that seemed to glow magically for a moment before fading. We walked for nearly twenty minutes before emerging into an opened space. In the center stood a circle of twelve massive stones with the wolf knot, weathered smooth by time, arranged in a perfect circle. At the heart of the circle lay a flat, oval-shaped stone the size of a table,it was also covered in carvings that matched the Wolf’s Knot. But where the symbol on Karl’s arm had seemed alive with energy, this one looked dull and cracked, as if it were barely holding together.

"You're not lucky, but you're a special case. You got pregnant before I even did the knot, and you've done a great job raising our child." Noreen blushed. "I know what a knot is. You did it to me last time." Thierry's eyebrows raised teasingly. "How did you know?" "I'll learn. You grew inside me, Alpha Thiery, almost suffocating me!" Noreen said, looking away. "Well, it's my way of expressing my love to my mate," Thiery said softly. "If there's no longer a bond between mates, or the bond is broken for whatever reason, there will never be another knot in any relationship."

"And the... the Knot? Can that happen with a human?" Maya let out a short, sharp laugh. "It can, but it’s rare. A knot is usually a response to a Loba’s heat. Since Alessia doesn't have a wolf-cycle, Vincent’s body won't feel that specific biological 'trigger.' He’ll have much more control than, say, a certain blonde rebel who can't even look at his mate without his heart skipping a beat." "Hey!" Félix protested, though his blush deepened.

I let out a bitter hum, and he shushes me with a nip on the valley behind my ear. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, do you?” “Just tell me, then. Then I’ll know, and—” “A knot. It’s called a knot.” I savor the word in my head, marveling at how well it fits. “Say it,” Lucien orders. And when I hesitate, he adds, “Please.” “Knot. A knot.” His grip tightens. His breath grows shallow. “Shit.” “W-what?” “I think I’d like to hear you say it again.”

He could tell. He returned to the cabin. Darkness had fallen. Snow was coming down. He crouched in the doorway and watched it. Gray Wolf lay at his feet, head resting on his boot. The white cloth on its right foreleg was wet with snow. He unwrapped it and wound a dry one in its place, torn from his own sleeve, gray-white. He wrapped it better this time. Not because he had learned, but because he remembered how her hands had done it. Two loops down from the knee, two loops up from the ankle, a knot in the middle. He tied a knot. Too tight. He undid it. Retied it. Looser. There.

For a second, fear flashed in her eyes but she quickly blinked it off. "Was, okay? She was my mate because I'm about to reject the ugly runt." All the years we'd been friends, I'd never seen him look this nervous. "Do it, Attaboy do it!" The crowd chanted, do it, do it, do it. My muscles became tight as Damien moved towards me, his dark eyes and clenched jaws made my stomach lurch. "I, Damien Knoxville, heir of the Duskmoon Pack reject you, Candace Baldwin as my mate and future Luna."

My free hand moved between us, stroking his leaking cock in time with my thrusts. Riven was falling apart beneath me. His legs shook, toes curling, and body trembling with every brutal thrust. His hole clenched around me like a vice, milking my cock as if begging for my knot. The rut was burning hotter than ever. My balls tightened, the base of my cock swelling as my knot began to form. “I’m gonna knot you,” I growled against his lips, voice dark and possessive. “Gonna lock my knot inside this pretty hole and breed you full. You want that, baby? Want your alpha to pump you full of cum until your belly swells?”

Their blood, their history, and their choices flowed through my chest, meeting in the center of the silver wolf-scar. "She can't swallow it," Ronan shouted, his voice echoing inside my own skull. "The bond is too heavy!" He was right. The Star-Wolf was a creature of singular hunger. She was used to consuming isolated souls and thinned-out pack threads. But this Trinity Knot was a paradox. It was a fated bond and a chosen bond, a prince and a rogue, a healer and an orphan, all fused into a single, unbreakable knot. I saw the Star-Wolf flinch.