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Salt and Desperation
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2025-03-09 03:53:51Kalen
The kiss is salt and desperation, her whimper swallowed by my growl as her hips arch into mine. Every thread of restraint burns away. Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking until my scalp burns. I crowd her against the tree, one knee wedged between her thighs, letting her grind against denim until her breath comes in ragged bursts. Every gasp is a blade twisting deeper into the cursed part of me that wants things I can’t have. She tastes like vengeance and reckoning, like every forbidden thing I’ve ever craved. Her teeth graze my lip, drawing blood, and the metallic tang ignites something feral, possessive.
I tear myself away, breathing ragged. Her pupils are blown wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like she’s just run for her life.
“Kalen,” she rasps. Just my name.
It undoes me.
My hands find her waist, her thighs hooking around me as I lift her, her back scraping bark. There’s no g
Kaugnay na kabanata
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EthanThe forest welcomes me, a familiar embrace of pine and earth as my paws dig into the soft ground. Around me, five of my strongest pack members run in formation—their silver and dark-furred bodies weaving between trees with practiced ease. I lead them on the border patrol, my senses heightened in this form, alert to any sign of intrusion into our territory. My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries.The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.The darkness of the night cloaks us, weaving a shroud of secrecy as we weave through the towering evergreens that loom like ancient sentinels around us. It’s a perfect n
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The grand hall of the rustic lodge feels stifling as I stand here, facing Ethan. My promised mate."Traditions be damned, Ethan!" My voice pierces through the air, echoing off the walls adorned with lunar symbols and pack artifacts.Everything packed with symbolism. Meaning. Everything meant to keep me down and perpetuate the ancient traditions of the Blackwood pack. But I refuse to marry Ethan.His sharp blue gaze locks onto mine, his eyes blazing with a fire that matches the hearth’s glow in the center of the room. "You will respect the ways that have kept us safe for centuries, Lyla," he snarls, the authority in his tone as unyielding as the ancient trees surrounding our home.We’ve attracted the attention of the other pack members. The door opens at the back of the lodge, and the elders enter. I feel more than see my younger sister Ana enter the lodge, but I don’t look at her. I know she’ll be judging me.This is between me and Ethan. I clench my fists at my sides. "Safe? Or s
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EthanWhen I left the lodge to track Lyla down, I knew it might come to this.Our passion for each other frequently ignites in anger, in fighting, in plays for dominance.But it usually ends in carnal pleasure.Still, my eyes widen as she kneels before me, her hand wrapping around my cock. I can’t believe the boldness of this woman, the way she is taking control and turning the tables on me.Maybe she’s ready to end the stand off between us and perform the ritual. Be my mate.I can’t deny how much it turns me on, how much I want her to take what she wants from me. I groan as her hand moves up and down my shaft, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive head of my cock. My hands grip fistfuls of grass beneath me as she continues to pleasure me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I want to prolong this moment for as long as possible.Instead of focusing solely on my cock, she leans forward and begins kissing and nipping at my thighs. Her tongue darts out to swirl
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I stare down at the she-wolf, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She's a Blackwood, a member of a rival pack. I should leave her here, let her bleed out and die. It would be one less enemy to worry about.She’ll be a traitor, also. Her pack is primitive, barbaric.But I can't. I can't leave her here, alone and vulnerable. I can't let her die.I can say I took her against her will. Held her hostage. Kidnapped her.Then the blame falls squarely on me.Why would I risk myself for an enemy wolf?There's something about her, something that draws me to her. Maybe it's the way she smells, like pine and earth and something wild and untamed.Or maybe it's something deeper, something primal. Something that goes beyond pack loyalty and rivalry.Or maybe I can’t leave any creature, let alone a she-wolf, to bleed out here alone in the woods.Consequences be damned.I bend down and slide my arms under her, lifting her u
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I sniff, my nostrils flaring, and notice how her scent fills the small space of my cabin. Blood mingled with sweat and wolf.If I can smell it from here, the pack will smell it outside.I have to mask it.I head back to the corner of the cabin where the hazel clippings are stored. The branches are fresh, their leaves still green and vibrant. Hazel is a powerful mask, a trick I learned from the elders in my youth. Its scent is strong, overpowering, and if used correctly, it can drown out almost anything else.Taking a handful of the clippings, I move methodically around the room, sweeping them over every surface. The air grows thick with the smell, a bitter, almost medicinal odor that stings my nose. I crush the leaves in my hands, releasing more of their pungent scent, and scatter the fragments across the floor, over the bed, anywhere she might have left a trace of herself.The sweat on my brow drips down my temple as I work, and I wipe it aw
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Pinakabagong kabanata
Stolen by the Alpha Written in Blood
EthanThe forest welcomes me, a familiar embrace of pine and earth as my paws dig into the soft ground. Around me, five of my strongest pack members run in formation—their silver and dark-furred bodies weaving between trees with practiced ease. I lead them on the border patrol, my senses heightened in this form, alert to any sign of intrusion into our territory. My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries.The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.The darkness of the night cloaks us, weaving a shroud of secrecy as we weave through the towering evergreens that loom like ancient sentinels around us. It’s a perfect n
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KalenThe kiss is salt and desperation, her whimper swallowed by my growl as her hips arch into mine. Every thread of restraint burns away. Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking until my scalp burns. I crowd her against the tree, one knee wedged between her thighs, letting her grind against denim until her breath comes in ragged bursts. Every gasp is a blade twisting deeper into the cursed part of me that wants things I can’t have. She tastes like vengeance and reckoning, like every forbidden thing I’ve ever craved. Her teeth graze my lip, drawing blood, and the metallic tang ignites something feral, possessive.I tear myself away, breathing ragged. Her pupils are blown wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like she’s just run for her life.“Kalen,” she rasps. Just my name.It undoes me.My hands find her waist, her thighs hooking around me as I lift her, her back scraping bark. There’s no g
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Kalen"No!" Lyla thrashes like netted prey. "Not again! Not again!"Her terror is a live wire against my skin. I cage her gently between my arms and legs, mindful of her nails, absorbing the blows until her screams die to whimpers."Breathe, hellwolf." My palm settles over her racing heart.She stills, sucking in a deep breath and holding it so long I fear she’ll pass out. Then she whispers, “Kalen.”One word. A statement.My name.My heart trembles.“I’m here.” I whisper the words, my lips grazing her cheek.She relaxes against me, a shuddering gasp shaking her body.Focus. On her. Keep her focused. "Name five things you smell," I murmur. Grounding her in this moment."Pine resin. Iron blood. Your... your stupid musk."I smile. "Two more.""Wood smoke." A shuddering inhale. "Rotted meat."Ice floods my veins. The same decay-smell from J
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Kalen“Ethan?” I repeat, the name curdling in my mouth. My hands drop from her wrists as if she’s burned me. “Ethan Blackwood is your mate?”Lyla presses a hand to her chest, her face going pale. Something flickers in her eyes—a memory, a shadow I can’t quite see. But I know fear when I see it.My mind is already racing ahead. “Lyla, you’re mated to Ethan? He’s the Alpha of your pack.” A bitter laugh escapes me. “Shit, Lyla!” I stand, my fists clenching. My jaw is tight, my pulse hammering. “Just when I thought there was a chance for us—if he thinks you came here willingly—your own pack will kill you for staying here!”She barely reacts. Her body shudders, her gaze distant, lost somewhere else.I push forward. “There’s a way out of this. If we say I held you here against your will—they won’t punish you.”
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There’s a moment, a charged second where our gazes lock, and I can see it in her eyes. The attraction. The desire. It’s mutual, this pull between us, and it’s as dangerous as it is exhilarating.“I’m just trying to help,” she says, her voice soft, and I can hear the vulnerability in it. The uncertainty.I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t need your help.”Her eyes flash with something, and she pulls back, her lips pressing together. She moves to sit by the fire, her back straight, her shoulders tense. I watch her for a moment, feeling a pang of regret. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t afford to let her get too close.But I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame, even knowing the moment I reach my destination, I’ll die.I still want to feel that fleeting heat.I abandon the bowl and move to join her, sitting beside her on the f
