Kylie's PovOh God. He actually wanted details. A part of me hesitated, but another-one that was quickly winning-wanted to tell him anything, if it kept him moving closer to that unbearable ache he'd built between my thighs. "Me on top, riding you. You, taking me from behind." His thumbs slipped beneath my panties, inching them down in a maddeningly slow tease. I let out a breathy laugh, half-desperate. "God, all different ways and places. The shower, your bed, the SUV again."His voice was a low murmur, like velvet on my skin. "You've spent a lot of time thinking about my cock inside you.""Yes." The word escaped me almost like a confession, and when my panties finally hit the floor, he glanced up, that slow, crooked grin doing wicked things to my heart rate. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again-you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He ran his gaze over me, lingering in a way that made me feel like I was something rare. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking
Kylie's PovI lay there, barely able to catch my breath, as Roberto's fingers continued moving within me, stretching out my orgasm like he was savoring every last second of it. His mouth closed over my clit one final time, a slow, deliberate kiss that left my body trembling. When he finally pulled away, settling beside me, I felt like I'd melted into the mattress, warm and utterly sated. I stretched my arms over my head, feeling that delicious ache in every muscle, and then gave him a little nudge, pushing at his shoulder and urging him onto his back. He raised an eyebrow, maybe a little surprised, but he let me move him, grinning as I crawled up and straddled his waist. My grin matched his, a boldness rushing through me as I leaned forward, letting my slick heat drag along his cock, teasing us both. "You make me so hot, Roberto," I murmured, pressing down just enough to feel him against me. God, he was hard, and the ache low in my belly came roaring back.He groaned, gripping my hip
I woke up wrapped in Roberto's arms, his warmth seeping into my skin, grounding me in the unfamiliar room. I blinked, trying to orient myself as the soft light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting faint lines across his wall. This wasn't my room. For a split second, I tensed, but then the events of last night rushed back, and I relaxed, a sigh slipping from my lips. His scent-a mix of something dark and woodsy, undeniably him-filled the space, and I let myself sink into it for just a moment longer. He shifted behind me, his hand instinctively drawing me closer as he nuzzled the back of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. Part of me wanted to stay-just melt into him and let the rest of the world fall away. But reality has a way of creeping in, and I couldn't ignore the responsibility that sat heavily on my shoulders, something that seemed to press even harder after last night. As much as I craved this escape, being with him hadn't erased my worries. If anything, it had a
I woke up wrapped in Roberto's arms, his warmth seeping into my skin, grounding me in the unfamiliar room. I blinked, trying to orient myself as the soft light of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting faint lines across his wall. This wasn't my room. For a split second, I tensed, but then the events of last night rushed back, and I relaxed, a sigh slipping from my lips. His scent-a mix of something dark and woodsy, undeniably him-filled the space, and I let myself sink into it for just a moment longer. He shifted behind me, his hand instinctively drawing me closer as he nuzzled the back of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. Part of me wanted to stay-just melt into him and let the rest of the world fall away. But reality has a way of creeping in, and I couldn't ignore the responsibility that sat heavily on my shoulders, something that seemed to press even harder after last night. As much as I craved this escape, being with him hadn't erased my worries. If anything, it had a
Roberto"Glad we're on the same page." James downed half his beer, a flicker of something dark in his eyes. "Look, my brother wasn't a saint, and we both know it. But he was still family, so, yeah, I'm not exactly bursting with happiness right now."I expected that reaction-he was a man caught between grief and the harsh reality of family loyalty. "What if I can find out who killed him?" The words slipped out before I could weigh their weight.He frowned, confusion etched on his features. "What?"This was it-my chance to either forge an alliance or alienate him completely. I took a deep breath, bracing for the impact of what I was about to say. "I don't want this war. Neither does Kylie.""No one wants this war, except maybe our fathers." James smirked, but it didn't reach his eyes. "And Kylie, huh? Sounds like you're getting cozy with that fiancée of yours.""I like her." I didn't plan to share that. "Didn't expect to.""Then you're goddamn lucky." He leaned back, but the smirk faded
Kylie's PovI blew out a sigh of relief when I finally managed to shut the front door behind the two Connolly women. If I never laid eyes on another floral arrangement or tasted another bite of the countless tester cakes, it would be too soon. Aileen seemed hell-bent on cramming six months' worth of wedding planning into a single day, and she did a damn good job of it. I swear, my head was still spinning from the onslaught of colors and flavors and the mounting pressure to pretend I was excited about every detail.And just when I thought I was free, she promised to swing by next week for dress shopping.As a kid, I hadn't spent significant time dreaming about what my wedding would look like. Sure, I'd doodled some fairytale scenes in my notebooks, but reality had never quite fit into that mold. After I graduated from college and took the reins of Moira's, along with supervising the other businesses the Morgans owned, I simply hadn't had the luxury to consider what a marriage-even a po
Kylie's PovRoberto could.Last night, he had done an excellent job of it. It was more than just the orgasms-although those had left her breathless and wanting more. It was the way he held her afterward, as if he could protect her from the darkness lurking just outside their little bubble. For a moment, wrapped in his strong embrace, she could almost convince herself that they were invincible, that together they could vanquish any enemy who dared to rise against them. It felt foolish, a romantic notion that fluttered like a moth around the flame of her heart, but even now, she found herself craving his mouth on hers and the warmth of his skin sliding against her own. Maybe she'd call him when she got home. The thought danced in her mind, despite the half a million worries plaguing her. The guilt of Daniel's murder clung to her like a shroud, but the idea of losing herself in Roberto's presence, even for a fleeting moment, felt like a reprieve worth chasing.Selfish? Absolutely. But t
The younger ones, like Micah? I could almost feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on me. I knew they'd hoped I'd choose one of them to marry, believing it would elevate their status within our circle and save us from the trouble of inviting an outsider into our lives. Their ambitions were so painfully short-sighted. Thank God none of them had openly voiced their opinions about my marriage; I didn't have the time or energy to deal with that kind of mess right now. Not when Roberto was lying here, bruised and battered, and I had no idea who had done this to him.Dr. Harris pulled out a pair of scissors, his movements steady and deliberate as he cut away Roberto's shirt and pants. I winced, my heart tightening as I watched the fabric fall away, exposing the damage beneath. When he paused at Roberto's underwear, I felt an odd mix of relief and discomfort. I could have told him it wasn't necessary, but the words stuck in my throat. Instead, I focused on the mass of bruises d
The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light casting an ethereal glow across the desolate landscape. The once-dark forest now seemed less foreboding, bathed in a tranquil light that felt almost like a promise. Gabriel and Sophia had been walking for hours, their steps deliberate but filled with a sense of urgency. The journey had been long, filled with peril, but they had finally come to the heart of the Silent Order's stronghold. The stone walls of the ancient fortress loomed ahead, standing tall and unyielding. This was it the final battle. All the secrets of the Order, all the lies and manipulations, had led them to this very moment. But in the air between them, there was something else: hope.Sophia took a deep breath, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs. It had been a long time since she had felt truly free, but tonight, it seemed possible. The weight of the past was heavy on her shoulders, but for the first time in a long time, she was beginning to believe that they could c
The forest stretched before them like an endless sea of trees, their thick canopies casting deep shadows over the ground. Gabriel and Sophia moved with purpose, but the weight of the discovery they had just made hung heavy in the air. The Silent Order wasn't just trying to control the bloodlines they were guarding something much darker.The night had fallen quickly, and the air grew colder, a sharp bite that tugged at the skin. They had chosen to rest by a clearing, where the moonlight filtered through the branches, giving the scene an ethereal glow. The fire crackled softly in front of them, the only warmth in an otherwise cold and silent world.Sophia stared into the flames, her mind racing. What were they really after? What was the Order hiding, and why had they gone to such lengths to keep it secret? Her thoughts were interrupted when Gabriel sat down beside her, his expression unreadable. The familiar warmth of his presence offered her some comfort, but she could still feel the w
The days that followed were filled with an urgency none of them had experienced before. Sophia could feel the weight of the task ahead pressing down on her chest with every step she took. She moved quickly through the pack's stronghold, her thoughts focused on the journey they were about to undertake. The stone Lira had given them was tucked safely away, but it was a constant presence in her mind, its power ever palpable.Gabriel, Zane, and Kaela had been busy making the necessary arrangements. Supplies were being packed food, weapons, maps, anything that could help them survive whatever lay ahead. They knew that the Silent Order would not take kindly to their attempts to disrupt their carefully woven web of secrecy. The Order had eyes everywhere, and the last thing they wanted was to become targets of a shadowy organization that had existed for centuries."Are you ready for this?" Gabriel asked one night as they stood together in a quiet corner of the pack's hall. He was watching her
The firelight from Lira's hut still danced in their minds as Gabriel and Sophia made their way back through the dense forest. The stone Lira had given them was cool in Sophia's hand, its intricate carvings catching the faint glow of the moon. Neither of them spoke for several moments, the silence between them filled with the gravity of what they had just learned."Do you believe her?" Gabriel finally asked, his voice low and cautious, breaking the quiet between them.Sophia's gaze was fixed on the path ahead, her mind swirling with everything Lira had revealed. "I do," she said quietly. "Everything she said... it feels right. But the weight of it all, Gabriel...""I know," Gabriel replied. "I know what it feels like to carry something this heavy. But she gave us the key. That stone it's not just a symbol. It's something more."Sophia nodded, her fingers tightening around the stone. She could feel the power emanating from it, even though it was still. It was as if it was waiting for th
The night was quiet, but the tension in the air was palpable. Gabriel and Sophia stood outside the council chamber, the weight of their newfound responsibility heavy on their shoulders. The council's agreement was a small victory, but they both knew that agreeing to support the search for the bloodlines was only the beginning. They still had no idea where to start, or what dangers lay ahead. "We can't waste any more time," Gabriel said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, his thoughts clearly preoccupied. Sophia nodded, her mind racing. "We need to find someone who can point us in the right direction. But who?"They both turned toward the woods, where the moonlight filtered through the trees in pale beams, casting long shadows on the ground. The vast wilderness that surrounded their pack's territory held secrets secrets that had been buried for generations. It was there, in the heart of the forest, that they had to begin their search. "There's an old shaman," Sophia said sudde
The journey back to the pack's territory was silent, the weight of the figure's words heavy on their shoulders. Gabriel and Sophia moved in sync, each step more determined than the last. The figure had given them a lead, but it was barely enough to build a plan around. They had to find the bloodlines, seek the truth, and expose the Silent Order but how? Sophia's thoughts raced, but she didn't speak. Every time she opened her mouth, the question of how to start seemed too daunting. The Silent Order had been around for centuries, manipulating everything in the shadows. Could they truly unearth something so hidden? She had to believe they could. For the pack, for Gabriel, and for herself."We need to talk to the council," Gabriel finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. Sophia nodded in agreement, though the thought of confronting the pack's leaders filled her with unease. The council had always been cautious about change, resistant to anything that threatened the stability
The silence in the forest felt oppressive after the figure's revelation. Sophia's mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything they had just learned. The rogue packs, once thought to be the main threat to the werewolf clans, were merely pawns in a much larger, far more dangerous game. The real enemy was the Silent Order, an ancient group whose influence had shaped the very foundation of their world. And now, it was up to Sophia and Gabriel to expose them.But how? How could they fight an enemy they couldn't see, a force so entrenched in the fabric of their society that it was practically invisible? The more she thought about it, the more daunting the task seemed. The Silent Order had controlled everything for centuries. What chance did they stand against them?Gabriel broke the silence, his voice low but determined. "We need to get back to the pack, warn them. We can't just sit on this information and wait."Sophia nodded, though doubt still lingered in her mind. The pack was t
The wind began to pick up, rustling the leaves around them as Sophia and Gabriel followed the mysterious figure through the dense forest. It felt as though the trees themselves were closing in on them, pressing them forward into the unknown. Each step was heavier than the last, the burden of what they had just learned weighing down on their shoulders.Gabriel's eyes never left the figure ahead of them. The stranger had not given them much information yet, but the little they had been told was enough to shake the foundations of everything they had believed. Forces older than the packs? A new world order? It didn't make sense, but deep down, both of them knew they couldn't ignore it.Sophia, on the other hand, was consumed with questions. What was this legacy the figure had spoken of? What did it mean for the future of the werewolves? And most importantly how was she supposed to play her part in all of this? Her role had always been clear: fight to protect her pack, honor her loyalty, a
The air around them seemed to thicken as they followed the mysterious figure through the dense woods. The rogue leader, still on the ground, glared at their retreating backs, but his words had faded into the background of Sophia's mind. Everything that had brought her to this point the battles, the broken alliances, the heartache seemed trivial in comparison to what lay ahead.The figure moved with purpose, their silhouette barely visible through the thickening shadows. Every step they took seemed calculated, as if they knew exactly where they were going, and more importantly, why. Sophia's heart raced. What was this person's role in everything? They had to be important, or they wouldn't have intervened when they did. Gabriel stayed close to her, his posture tense. The atmosphere had shifted he could feel it too. "Do you trust them?" he asked in a low voice, barely above a whisper. His eyes were trained on the figure ahead.Sophia took a deep breath, her mind grappling with the quest