Novel & Cerita Marshall And Everest Fanfiction

Callum agreed, in a tone that suggested he’d had the same reaction privately. It was awful. It was genuinely awful. Marcus had blown up our wedding, humiliated me in front of the entire pack, installed his pregnant girlfriend in our house, and was now sitting in a hospital getting his spine checked while that same girlfriend stepped out of a hotel on the east border with someone else entirely. And he didn’t even know enough about his own wolf nature to recognize that he’d never once felt the bond he was supposed to feel. I pressed my fingers harder against my mouth.

I pull him closer, my fingers locking into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, completely unbothered by the cold stone beneath my bare foot because the male holding me is a living volcano. When he finally pulls back, his breathing ragged, his forehead rests against mine, his pupils dilated to the absolute edge of his amber irises. The permanent, golden-violet depth in my own gaze reflects back in his eyes, a beautiful, constant reminder that we are no longer just two wolves trying to survive the winter. "The marshals can wait until tomorrow," I concede, my voice a quiet, breathless rasp against his lips.