"This place is... homey." The second the word left her mouth, Lila wanted to take it back. Her lips parted as if she could snatch it from the air, but Jake was already staring at her, one eyebrow raised, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Homey?" he echoed, a slow smirk forming. "Did you just say you like it?" Lila scowled. "No." "You did." She shook her head, looking away. "I meant—it’s livable. Barely. Don’t get ahead of yourself." Jake didn’t say anything, but she could feel his eyes on her, studying her in that way that made her want to squirm. Not that she would. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She stepped further into the room, trailing her fingers along the edge of the wooden dresser. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was sturdy, well-crafted. The bed looked—comfortable. Too comfortable. She sat down cautiously, testing the mattress. A sigh slipped out before she could stop it. Jake chuckled. "Oh, so now the bed is nice too?" "Shut up," she muttered, try
"You're staring again," Lila muttered, her voice low, hesitant. Jake's lips curved into a lazy smirk. "Can you blame me?" Lila exhaled sharply, gripping the sheets beneath her as if they could anchor her. His presence was overwhelming, like a slow-burning fire licking at her skin—tempting, dangerous. She should push him away—say something sharp, something cruel—but she didn’t. "I can feel your heartbeat," he murmured, stepping closer. "It speeds up every time I do this." His fingers brushed against her cheek, the warmth sending a tremor through her body. She swallowed hard. "Don't flatter yourself." His smirk deepened. "Oh, I don’t need to. Your body already tells me everything." A bitter laugh escaped her. "You think you know me?" "I do." Lila’s breath hitched as Jake leaned in, his scent intoxicating, his warmth a trap. She was drowning, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be saved. "You don’t know a damn thing," she whispered, forcing herself to look away. Jake
"I—" She tried to speak, but his lips were on hers again, swallowing the protest before it could form.She wasn’t sure if she wanted to fight him or pull him closer, and the indecision made her dizzy. His touch was everywhere—his hands at her waist, his fingers pressing just enough to keep her there, as if daring her to leave."You should stop," she whispered, though even she could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.Jake smirked against her lips. "Then tell me to."She inhaled sharply, but no words came.Instead, she kissed him back.It was reckless. It was inevitable. It was everything she had been trying to avoid, yet now that she was here, drowning in him, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.He deepened the kiss, his fingers sliding from her waist to her back, pulling her flush against him. She felt the heat of him through the thin fabric of her shirt, felt the way his breath hitched when she let herself melt into him."Lila," he murmured, his voice rough, raw. "You’re
Jake She tasted wonderful. I was never going to forget how her lips felt against mine and how she moaned as I played with her tongue. It was the best thing in the world, and I wanted more of it. But despite all that, the strong scent of her desire in the air was impossible to miss. She smelt as exquisite as she tasted, elating my desire. My wolf pranced around, urging me to cede control to him so he could be closer to her and show her how much she meant to us. He wanted to show her how much we had missed her, desired her. "My pussy kitty. It's time for play," I told her, unable to keep myself back. She was feeble yet ready for me. She seemed to come alive under my touch, making me feel like the most powerful man on the earth. Her eyes were dark with hunger and need for me, and a whimper from her lips. Her chest rose and fell fast as he stared at me, waiting. I didn't want to make her wait for long. I inserted myself between her legs, eyeing her carefully while I gently pulled a
Lucas I was delighted today since Lila was finally coming home. I had done my best to arrange her room so she'd like it. Even if she didn't like it, I was willing to make alterations according to her preferences. I was eager to do anything for her, but being away from her was slowly depleting me. I needed to see and speak to her, but I decided to hide in my ofice instead. She didn't want to see me yet, and I didn't want to overwhelm or distress her by continuously being in her face. If she wanted for my absence, that was all I would offer her, even if it physically wounded mne to do so. My knot had been throbbing all day and night since she woke up, and I could feel the link again. No matter how much I massaged myself, it wouldn't help me at all. It appeared to make my urges worse. It seemed as if my body was indirectly pressuring me to go to her, but I wasn't selfish. Lila needed rest, and I doubted she'd be able to relax if she saw me So far, Jake had been doing excellent at eas
"Is she awake yet?" Lucas asked, his eyes locked on the screen before him. "Just stirring now," Jake replied, leaning against the desk. "You really think she’s gonna like it?" Lucas didn’t answer immediately. He watched as Lila sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. His heartbeat picked up when she noticed the small box resting on the bedside table. For a moment, she didn’t move, just staring at it as if it were something foreign. "She’s hesitating," Jake noted, folding his arms. "She’s curious," Lucas corrected. "Just give her a moment." On the screen, Lila reached for the box. She lifted it slowly, fingers brushing over the velvet surface. Her expression remained unreadable as she unlatched it, revealing the delicate silver pendant inside. Lucas held his breath. Lila’s thumb ran over the tiny engraving on the pendant. Something flickered across her face—something Lucas couldn’t quite place. Hope flared in his chest. Then, without a word, she snapped the box shut. Luc
"I'm telling you, Lucas, she's not going to make this easy for you," Jake said, his voice low and serious."I don't expect her to," Lucas replied, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him."You're really going to just sit there and watch her sleep?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.Lucas didn't respond. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Lila's peaceful form.As he stood there, a pang of longing struck him. He wished he could hold Lila like Jake once did, feel her warmth and closeness. The thought tormented him, and he knew he had to be near her.Without thinking, Lucas made his way to Lila's room. Her scent stirred deep emotions within him, and he felt his wolf stirring. He stood by her bedside, longing for her touch but holding himself back."I shouldn't be here," he whispered to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to leave.Instead, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the pendant. He had given it to her as a symbol of their bond, but she had rejected it. Now, he was det
The softness in her tone caught him off guard. It was a subconscious call, a whispered admission that she was aware of his presence. Lucas's heart skipped a beat as he wondered if she was truly awake or simply dreaming of him.For a moment, he hesitated, torn between the desire to stay and the risk of shattering the illusion. Her unexpected tenderness tempted him to linger, to see if she would say more, but he knew better. He decided to leave before the spell was broken.As he turned to leave, Lila's sleepy voice halted him. "Where are you going?" she asked, her words barely above a whisper.Lucas froze, his back to her. He didn't dare turn around, fearing what he might see. "I'm just going to...check on some things," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.There was a pause, and for a moment, Lucas thought he'd gotten away with it. But then Lila spoke again, her voice a little stronger this time. "Don't go."The words hung in the air like a challenge, and Lucas felt his resol
"Where is Jake?" Lila’s voice cut through the morning stillness, sharp with unease. She barely touched her breakfast, the plate in front of her nearly untouched. Lucas, sitting across from her, stirred his coffee with deliberate calm, seemingly unaffected by the tension crackling between them. "Handling something important," Lucas answered vaguely. Lila’s fingers curled into fists. "Something important? That’s not an answer, Lucas." His gaze flickered up to meet hers, steady and unreadable. "It’s not something you need to worry about." Her stomach churned. "Not something I need to worry about? My servers are missing, Lucas. Do you even understand what’s on them?" Lucas set his cup down with a quiet clink. "Yes, I do." "Then tell me why you’re acting like this is nothing!" Her frustration boiled over, her voice rising. "Do you have any idea how much damage could be done if that data falls into the wrong hands?" Lucas sighed, rubbing his temples. "We’re looking into it."
Lucas's hold tightened slightly, his warmth grounding me in ways I hadn’t expected. "You don’t have to figure everything out right now. Just… let us in."I wanted to. More than anything. But the walls I had spent years building weren’t so easily torn down. Every time I let myself believe in this—in them—a whisper of doubt crept in, reminding me of all the reasons I shouldn’t.Jake sighed, almost as if he could hear my thoughts. "You overthink everything."Lucas smirked faintly, his gaze softening. "It’s what she does best."I let out a shaky laugh, and something shifted in their expressions—like a weight lifting, even if only slightly."Better," Jake murmured, his thumb brushing against my jaw. "I like it when you laugh."My throat tightened. "I don’t know how to let go."Lucas’s grip never wavered. "Then don’t," he said simply. "Just lean on us instead."That was the real fear, wasn’t it? Letting go felt like losing control, but leaning on them… That was different. That was trust.Ja
Lucas leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine. His warmth seeped into me, soothing the tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding. "Are you okay?" he asked, his thumb tracing soft circles against my cheek. His expression was open, vulnerable in a way that sent my heart racing."Yes," I breathed. "I want this—I want us."Jake let out a slow breath, as if he’d been holding it in, waiting for those words. His hand brushed against my shoulder, grounding me, steadying me in a way I hadn't expected."You don’t have to be afraid," he murmured. "We’re not going anywhere."Lucas’s fingers tightened slightly around mine, a silent reassurance. "It’s okay to be scared," he admitted. "But you don’t have to carry it alone."I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their words settle deep in my chest. No one had ever told me that before. No one had ever wanted to carry anything with me. I had spent so long convincing myself I had to be strong, that I had to keep everything locked away—but now
He smirked. “You eat, don’t you?” She stared at him. “I—of course, but…” She hesitated. “What are you making?” Asher opened the fridge and pulled out a pack of ground meat. “yambeef.” Elena blinked again. The powerful Alpha—the man who had just silenced an entire pack with a single growl—was now casually talking about yambeef. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be more confused. Still, something about the abrupt change in mood made her relax. At least a little. She folded her arms, tilting her head. “You cook?” Asher glanced at her. “Do I look like someone who doesn’t?” Elena hesitated. “…Honestly?” One brow arched. “Careful, Elena.” A small, unexpected smile tugged at her lips. For a moment, the weight of the day lifted, and she allowed herself to simply watch him move around the kitchen. The way he effortlessly grabbed ingredients, the way he seemed completely at ease in his own space. Her gaze drifted across the room again—the wooden beams, the large
"Sit," Asher’s deep voice commanded. Elena hesitated, hovering near the doorway of his home. Her eyes flickered over the elegant black couches, the wooden table, the fireplace flickering with golden embers. The place was beautiful. It suited him. Dark. Refined. Commanding. But she—she didn’t belong in a place like this. Still, Asher was watching her, waiting. Slowly, she moved forward and sank into a seat at the kitchen island, her fingers gripping the cool marble counter. Asher walked past her, opening the fridge. The sound of the door creaking open, the soft clink of glass against metal—it all felt too normal. Too mundane, given the chaos of earlier. Elena swallowed hard. The tension in her shoulders refused to ease, even as Asher casually pulled out a plate of food. His presence was the only thing grounding her—the warmth of his body as he moved past her, the occasional brush of his fingers against her skin. The firm, steady weight of his hand resting
...The moment hung in the air, thick with anticipation, the prelude to the complete and utter claiming that was about to unfold. A hush fell over the room, broken only by the sound of Lila’s ragged breaths. Lucas, his eyes locked on hers, moved with a slow, deliberate grace. He positioned himself behind her, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious tension that coiled tight in Lila’s belly. With a deep breath, he began to push forward, the slow, gradual entry stretching her, filling her with his heat.Lila gasped, a sharp intake of air as she felt him slide inside her. The initial stretch was intense, a sensation that teetered on the edge of pain, yet was quickly overtaken by a burgeoning pleasure. She clenched her muscles around him, instinctively pulling him deeper, craving the fullness of his presence. A low moan escaped her lips, a mixture of surrender and anticipation.Jake's voice, a low rumble in her ear, soot
The air in the room thrummed with unspoken fears, a palpable tension that clung to Lila like a second skin. Her eyes, usually vibrant and full of life, were shadowed with a deep, primal anxiety. "Don't... don't leave me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a raw plea against the phantom of abandonment. Her fingers, trembling, clutched at the soft fabric of Lucas's shirt, her knuckles white. "I can't... I can't lose you. Either of you." The words were a fragile confession of her deepest vulnerability, a desperate attempt to anchor herself to the two men who had irrevocably claimed her heart.Lucas's hand, warm and reassuring, covered hers, his strong fingers intertwining with her own. "Lila," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble, "we're not going anywhere. We're yours, completely and utterly. There is no 'losing' us. We're bound to you, heart and soul." His gaze, intense and unwavering, held hers, promising a loyalty that transcended mere words. Jake, standing beside hi
She buried her face in her hands, breathing in shakily. “For so long, my purpose was revenge. I let it consume me. I spent years chasing ghosts, believing that if I avenged my father, I could somehow make sense of his death.”Jake's expression darkened. “And now?”She let out a humorless laugh, leaning against the headboard. “And now? I don’t know who I am anymore.”Lucas took a step forward. “Then figure it out. But don’t let the past define you.”Lila sighed, fingers tracing the jagged scar along her forearm. “You think I don’t know that? But the Moon Goddess didn’t make it easy. She gave me you two. The very men I was supposed to hate.”Jake’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And when you denied the bond, what happened?”Lila's throat tightened. The memory of fire, of screaming, of pain so unbearable it nearly broke her came rushing back.“The explosion.” Her voice was hollow. “The moment I turned my back on fate, I was punished. I lost my arm. I lost everything.”Lucas' gaze soften
“I hate you!”Lila's voice rang through the dimly lit hotel room, raw and filled with a fury that left the air crackling with tension. Her chest heaved, fists clenched at her sides as she glared at Lucas, her entire body trembling with emotion. The words had escaped before she could stop them, before she could swallow down the storm that had been brewing within her since the moment he had spoken those words—*Do you want to have sex with the man who killed your father?*Lucas stood unmoving, his gaze unreadable, his expression impassive. But Lila saw it—the flicker of something behind his cold exterior. Guilt? Regret? Maybe both. Yet it wasn’t enough.The hotel door swung open.Jake stepped in, his brows furrowed as he took in the scene before him. His gaze bounced between them, his usual easy-going demeanor vanishing in an instant. “What the hell is going on?”Lila sucked in a shaky breath, her mind spinning. She turned sharply to Jake, the intensity of her emotions still gripping her