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Chapter 4 Kael POV

Word Count: 1054    |    Released on: 30/10/2026

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broken sob, but she didn't give me a singl

ly faded into the darkness, she slamme

quiet bedroom, and the copper taste o

r a fraction of a second, and that was

r knee driving violently upwar

uising blow to my outer thigh instead, but sh

filtering through the high windows, slicing

g and stinging like pure acid, but my inne

c circles behind my ribs, roaring a sin

LAIM HER. OV

issed. Her voice was a low, feral growl as she lunged

sive framework moving with supernatural s

wall, pinning her hips with mine and trap

the bones must have ached,

my chest heaving against hers, my golden eyes locked onto

like a rabid wolf despite having no beast inside her mind. "My name is the last thing you'll eve

blow. I stared into her eyes, searching for a flicker of r

a pure lethal strang

ll...this woman was entirely, devastatingly human, op

under the weight of her denial. 'Nyra died fifteen y

the fuck was my soul tearing

utterly destroying every singl

osion of wild winter rain, crushed pine n

logic, my duty, and my sanity. It didn't m

d didn't give a damn about names, or pasts, or th

narled, twisting des

scled body grinding against mine

ravelly Alpha frequency that made the very stones of the

a flash of genuine shock breaking through her mask o

nster's mat

d directly on

goddamned bre

pletely shattered his chains, and the raw,

y mouth dow

my bottom lip, drawing more blood, but I drank it in, my hands tangli

inst my lips, but the sheer, undeniable magnetism of

untary whimper escaping her throat as he

en us mutated into a vol

tore at her leather vest, my large palms fin

incts, the world outside these fo

nning her back against the wall as her

ing deep enough into my flesh to draw blood, pulling me

oxicating blur of blistering

with a desperate urgency, fueled

es, and a passionate, breathless rhythm that left us both

d, our bodies slick with sweat

ck hair, her silver eyes blown out, dark with a desperate,

om my throat as she arched her back, burying her t

urn for us both as the darkness of the room was consumed

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