My Fated Alpha
His hands roamed with possessive urgency, learning my new shape, soothing the ache in my muscles.
He entered me in one swift, powerful thrust.
I gasped, my nails raking down his back, drawing blood that mingled with our sweat.
"Victor," I cried out.
He moved with a relentless rhythm, driving us both to the edge of madness. This wasn't gentle lovemaking. This was primal. This was survival.
"Mine," he groaned against my neck. "Moon Blessed. Mine."
The bond flared brighter than ever—a cascade of silver and gold light that seemed to illuminate the ridge. I shattered first, screaming his name as the pleasure washed away the last of the pain. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a