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Not enough to distract, but enough to remind me I can control this. The next drill is chaotic. Elias overcommits again, and I pivot sharply, cutting in to cover him. My hands brush his shoulder accidentally, and I can feel the tension, the subtle acknowledgement of proximity. The bond hums between Rowan, quiet but insistent. It’s like a pulse beneath my skin. I resist the urge to glance toward the glass where Rowan is still observing. I can sense him, feel his presence, feel his steadying influence without needing sight. A whistle blows. Break.

"Just hold on." I nodded, trying to focus. But the sensation was growing stronger, spreading through my body like a stain. Suddenly, we burst into a clearing, and I saw Kael standing in the center, his eyes locked on me with a fierce intensity. "Cassian!" he shouted, rushing towards me. "What's happening to you?" I tried to speak, but my voice was barely above a whisper. "Ariana," I said, my eyes locking on Kael's. "She touched me. And now...now I don't know what's happening."

Not with her looking up at him like that, eyes glazed, lips swollen, whispering his name like a prayer and a curse. “I need” he groaned, barely holding on. “Come with me,” she gasped. “I want all of it.” And by gods, he gave it to her. Their final climax ripped through them in perfect sync, magic and ecstasy and raw emotion crashing like a storm. The bond fused tighter, a permanent thread snapping into place beneath their skin. He collapsed beside her, breathless, pulling her into his arms. They lay tangled in sweat and silence, hearts pounding in the same rhythm.

I knew this moment was everything the culmination of everything we both fought to keep hidden. Aeryn’s hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, the intensity of the kiss growing. He deepened it, not just out of need, but as a surrender. A surrender to her. I gasped as he released my lips and kissed down my jaw. He continued to kiss me for what seemed like forever, but it felt like he pulled away to soon. His hands lingered at my waste, as if he was waiting for my permission as he stared into my eyes. His eyes were pleading, I smiled, “What are you waiting for?” I asked him. He gave me a wicked grin and plucked at my cloak strings and watched it fall to the ground. His eyes roamed my

But Adrian’s hand slid up his arm, his lips parting in invitation. And Kaelen didn’t move. The night became a blur. Their anger gave way to something heavier, breaths quickening as Adrian tugged Kaelen's shirt off with one move. Then pulled him close, their lips crashing together in a deep, hungry kiss that left them both trembling. When Kaelen finally broke away, the silence between them was louder than any sound. They both would regret this. Under the haze of alcohol, Adrian pulled Kaelen into the sheets, desire drowning out thought.

My heart throbbed at the sight, and I hated myself for letting Rowan put her through this. Elsa’s head tilted, a sly grin twitching on her mouth as she looked between me and Rowan. She coughed, impatient. “Your Highness...” Rowan’s jaw flexed before he smiled, cruel as always. “He thought he could get hold of a married woman simply because he could not find his mate.” He lifted Isolde’s hand again and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, slow and deliberate. My fingers curled so hard the tips ached.

“The same wolves who attacked your clearing… attacked my people. That clawed moon? A symbol among rogues I saw on patrols. We’re fighting the same enemy.” Before she could reply, heavy footsteps stomped onto the scene: Kael, flanked by Crescent Hollow warriors, catching them together under the rune. His expression was fury incarnate, silver eyes burning through Rowan’s guarded calm. “You warned me to stay away,” Kael hissed. Rowan stepped forward. “You didn’t stop me.” Lyra felt the pull between them. Kael’s tension coiled like a serpent ready to strike, Rowan’s resolve absolute. The mate bond thrum in her chest grew painful and urgent.

The poison burned against my skin and another set of hands gripped mine briefly before the officiant’s voice began chanting in the Old Tongue. The mate bond flared, sudden and overwhelming. His scent pine smoke and something sharper wrapped around me, pulling me toward him even though I couldn’t see. My wolf surged forward, desperate. Then came the words: “I reject you, Avelyn Clay, as my mate.” Pain ripped through me. It was claws inside my chest, tearing at my heart, at my wolf, at everything I was. I collapsed, choking on a scream. Somewhere above me, the rope was cut, the bond severed and cold rushed in.

“Feel me? Feel this?” Their eyes locked, a silent promise of forbidden passion. Rowan's hands reached out, gripping Elara's hips with a possessive intensity. He pulled her close, his lips crashing onto hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues entwined, exploring each other with a ferocity that left them breathless. "Rowan," Elara gasped, her voice a mix of desire and desperation. "I need you." He growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine, Elara. Every inch of you belongs to me."