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Amelia said, extending her hand. Carl naturally placed his fingertips in hers. Amelia raised an eyebrow. “That’s not how you borrow luck.” “Hm?” Carl chuckled softly. “How should I lend it to you?” Amelia leaned closer to him. Carl instinctively lowered his gaze. Amelia’s lips brushed against his. A fleeting purple aura seemed to emanate from the kiss, converging on the evil-warding coin. Rowan was stunned. Wait, is Amelia really just looking for an excuse to kiss him?

By late afternoon I was aching for them again. They noticed. As the sun began to set, Rowan pulled me aside into the old study. “You feel it too,” he said, backing me against the desk. His kiss was fierce, claiming. Finn and Elias joined us moments later, and the study filled with the sounds of passion. They bent me over the desk, taking turns while the others watched and touched. The position left me completely open to them, every thrust deep and powerful. I came multiple times, the old wooden desk creaking beneath us.

Kael exhaled sharply, like he was losing control, like he was standing on the edge of something he couldn’t come back from. Then he did the one thing he swore he wouldn’t. He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft or careful. It was desperate. Angry. Burning with everything they had been holding back. Rowan froze at first, shock ripping through him. But the heat of it—the intensity, the raw emotion—pulled him in before he could stop himself. His hands gripped Kael’s shirt. And for a moment, nothing else existed. No past. No enemies. No lines.

The warriors dispersed with nods and murmurs of goodnight, Rowen trailing off toward the training grounds, leaving us to slip away toward our private chambers. The door to our room swung shut behind us with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the quiet space. Before I could even catch my breath, Kael was on me, his strong arms pinning me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine in a hungry kiss, all fire and desperation, his tongue sweeping in to claim every inch as if he'd been starving for it. I gasped into him, my body arching instinctively, fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back.

Glancing down, I spot his pathetic caller rune. I slide my heavy hips back into a resting posture, tapping the stone. "Speak." "Stop unleashing your shadow warriors against my pack, Eloise!" Rowan frantically begs through the line, his alpha pride completely dead as his voice trembles. "My muzzle is entirely willing to admit my claws were wrong. Let us reconcile our heat and return to the same bedding furs. Our skins shared so many beautiful, explicit memories under the winter moon. Are your human lips truly willing to watch my entire empire turn to ash?"

“There, she met someone who claimed to be her mate.” “And how did you know all this?” the tattooed man asked, clearly intrigued. “I traced her there,” Daniel muttered, shifting uncomfortably under the woman’s intense gaze. “I knew you were coming,” the cloaked woman murmured, sipping her wine. Before Daniel could process that, she spoke again—this time, even more unsettling. “Her name is Ayla Rowan. Mate of Alpha Cade Thorne,” she said with a small smirk. “Yes! That’s him—Cade,” Daniel exclaimed, relieved the conversation was going somewhere.

The day he threw me out of the camp and the day he told me I am his queen. The day he proposed to me. The invisible chains wrapped around my soul dissolve into countless glowing fragments. Warmth floods every corner of my body. The resistance is gone. I look into Rowan's eyes. I can feel his emotions and mine. There is no hatred, no instinct telling me to run. Only overwhelming love. Rowan slowly pulls away from me. His hands linger on my shoulders for a brief moment before he takes a careful step back, giving me space. Around us, Ezra lowers his hand. The transparent barrier dissolves into shimmering particles of light. Beside him, Bronze releases a shaky breath as the dark green glow in hi

Luckily my thoughts calculate right, and his grip lets my wrist go fast. Abandoning my clothes suitcase on the floor, my boots tear straight out of the territory apartment. My brain will figure out what to execute about my personal stuff later under the moon. Right now, my she-wolf is just glad to be far away from his shadow. And now my system needs to talk straight to Kael’s face. KAEL THORNRIDGE POV “Our tongues will talk more later tonight, Rowan, but my wolf needs your heart to know something right now. My animal has wanted your female scent since day one. Day one of your arrival, Rowan.”

Rowan’s eyes devoured every inch of Alicia, and he stepped forward like a magnet tugging him towards his mate. His presence was all-consuming as she fell onto her backside and stared up at him bright-eyed. Rowan leaned over her, hands resting either side of her body on the bed and kissed her again. He kissed her so tenderly this time, his tongue sliding against hers, enticing a low moan.