Semua Bab Tryst Of Fate: Caught Between The Alpha And Beta: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Rhett The border patrol's alert turns out to be nothing – just a rogue omega passing too close to territory lines. Still, the interruption might have been a blessing, getting me away from Brynlee before I could do something stupid like give in to Kian's demands to pull her closer instead of pushing her away.Her scent lingers on my hands where I touched her. Honey and lavender mixed with curiosity and . . . something else. Something that made Kian howl with need.“Mate interested. Mate curious. Take. Claim.”"Not helping," I growl at my wolf as I approach the guest house. But I freeze when another scent hits me. Tracy.She's waiting on the small porch, and everything in me bristles at her presence so close to my mate's home."You shouldn't be here." My voice carries all the dominance I usually try to temper."Really?" She arches an eyebrow. "Because I just watched you with her. Sweet, innocent Brynlee who practically ran away when you got too close. Is that what you want? Someone who

Rhett I haven't moved from the guest house porch in over an hour, still fighting for control after the scene with Brynlee. Kian paces restlessly under my skin, replaying every moment – her immediate response to my commands, the little shivers when I praised her, that soft whimper that nearly broke my restraint . . .“Perfect submission. Natural. Born for us.” My wolf purrs. "Stop," I growl, but my wolf's not wrong. She took to submission like she was made for it. Every command followed with an eagerness that made my dominant side want to purr. The way she stood straighter with each praise, practically glowing under my attention . . . Fuck. I scrape my hands over my face, trying to erase the memory of how she looked in subspace – all soft and pliant and trusting. It was supposed to be just about helping her through the panic attack. Just a demonstration of safe control. Not-, not this fierce need to see how much further she could go. How perfectly she could submit.“Show her more. T

Brynlee "He's been doing what?"I stare at Rhett, trying to process what he's telling me. Pack members being spelled to carry Xander's scent. My safe spaces being invaded by people who don't even know they're being used against me. The garden. My refuge. It wasn't even him there."How many?" My voice shakes. "How many pack members has he . . .""At least three that we know of," Rhett says carefully. "But there could be more. Kat and Olivia are working on a way to detect the spell, but until then . . .""Until then, nobody's safe to be around." The reality of it hits me hard. "He's isolated me without even being here."My wolf whines, pressing closer to the surface as Rhett's scent wraps around us. She remembers how safe we felt during our “exercise” earlier, how perfectly he helped us through the panic. But this . . . this is different."There's a solution," he says, and something in his tone makes both me and my wolf pay attention. "But you won't like it.""I need to leave." The word

Rhett Morning training sessions are usually my favorite part of the day. A chance to focus purely on physical challenge, on molding young warriors into a cohesive unit. No pack politics. No mate complications. Just the clean simplicity of command and response. Usually."Again," I order, watching the sparring pairs reset their positions. "Tyler, watch your left side. Amy, stop telegraphing your moves." I'm hyper-aware of the moment Brynlee appears at the edge of the training ground. Her scent hits me first – honey and lavender tinged with curiosity – but it's the subtle acceleration of her heartbeat that really catches my attention. She's nervous, but not afraid. Interested, but trying to hide it.“Focus,” I remind both of us. But it's hard when I can feel her eyes on me, studying how I move, how I command. Her wolf is fully alert now, watching everything with keen interest."Better," I tell the warriors as they execute the sequence perfectly. "Now add the defensive roll we worked on

Rhett"Tell me exactly what happened." Grace's eyes are sharp as she examines Brynlee. We're in the pack healing center, the pre-dawn light barely filtering through the windows.I’m trying not to freak out while I wait for Grace to examine Brynlee. But truth be told, I’m freaking the fuck out. For Brynlee’s sake, I hope I’m doing a good job of hiding it.Taking a deep breath to pull my shit together, I explain about the scene, about Brynlee's wolf trying to force a shift. About how only my direct command stopped her."Interesting." Grace's hands glow softly as she runs them over Brynlee's abdomen. "And this was during a dominance scene? Not sexual?""No," Brynlee answers, her cheeks flushing. "Just submission. Commands. Touch.""Yet it triggered such a strong response." Grace frowns. "The baby's energy is . . . unusual."Kian surges forward at the mention of potential threat to our mate. "Unusual how?""Stronger than it should be at this stage. More . . . aware." Her magic pulses brigh