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Chapter 46

kine’s POV

A pang of jealousy shot through me, surprising me. Why was I jealous of someone who wasn’t even in the picture anymore? Maybe it was that way he said hei nause, with a hint of something I couldn’t quite identify.

“Relax, he said, noticing my reaction. Your wolf is showing.

My cheeks burned. ‘How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Seraphine’s eyes were glowing through yours, he explained, leaning closer. His fingers grasped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I find your possessiveness quite adorable. Sexy, even.”

I couldn’t hold his gaze and looked away, suddenly shy.

He kissed me lightly, pulling back before I could deepen it. “Don’t worry, Berry. I have no intention of sharing you with anyone.

I wanted to believe him. But a part of me was still afraid to give him everything, to trust completely. I decided to live in the moment and leave if things went south. My heart was stronger now – it had to be.

After the meal, servants came to clear the dishes. Augustin asked them to leave the fruit and desserts. We settled on the carpet, teaning against the bed, the room dimly lit.

“Tell me about Cassandra,” I said, unable to contain my curiosity.

He pulled me closer, his arm around my shoulders. “She was a year younger than me. We had plans for a future together.” His voice was distant, lost in memories. “She knew that as the son of an Alpha, I would want to reach my full potential. But I thought her Beta bloodline was enough for me.”

He sighed. “Her brother found his fated mate and abandoned his girlfriend for her. Cassandra watched the fallout. Before my eighteenth birthday, she decided to move to Fireland with her parents. She was afraid of getting her heart broken. His voice grew quieter. “I never heard from her again.”

The sadness in his voice told me how deeply this had hurt him.

“I would have rejected a fated mate for her,” he said firmly.

I raised an eyebrow. “Easier said than done.”

“I’m not Matthew,” he replied, a hint of steel in his voice. “I keep my promises. I would have been content with half my power. I would have trained harder to make up for it.”

He shook his head. “The irony is her leaving was pointless. I never found a fated mate.”

I ran my fingers through his long hair, looking into his eyes. “I understand that pain. The fear.” Matthew’s betrayal flashed through my mind, and I felt a tightness in my chest, remembering the humiliation, the hurt.

Augustin leaned forward, capturing my lips in a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate. This time, he didn’t pull away.

I won’t let you leave me too, his kiss seemed to say. And despite all my reservations, I found myself wanting to believe him.

The conversation faded into silence, but the intensity between us remained. Augustin’s silver–flecked eyes held mine, his gaze so intense I could barely breathe. Without words, he leaned forward, and kissed me.

The kiss started soft, almost tentative, but quickly blazed into something fierce and demanding, His tongue pushed between my lips, seeking out mine, tangling and exploring. My body responded instantly, a rush of heat flooding my core. My nipples hardened against my shirt, aching for his touch.

“He is ours. Claim him!” Seraphine growled deep in my mind.

My body temperature rose rapidly, my breathing becoming unsteady. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I felt my pussy growing slick with desire. When Augustin pulled back slightly, I saw his eyes had darkened to pitch black with silver flecks dancing in their depths – his wolf completely taking over

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His eyes wert wide with dykite.

I grabbed his shirt and tore it open without thinking, bottons flying in all directions. My hands eagerly explored his haed muracies, painis stiding over hin firm she and broad chest. The best from his skin wat intoxicating. His masky scent filled my nostrils, making me dizzy with desin. My nipples hardened beneath my clothes, rubbing against the fabric with each moverent.

We continued kissing passionately as Augustin skillfully undressed me. Soon we were both completely naked, our bodies pressed together on the soft carpet. I wrapped my long legs around his powerful waist, feeling his hard erection pressing against my wet entrance.

A deep growl vibrated through his chest as he lifted me effortlessly. My full breasts bounced lightly with the movement as he carried me to the large bed. I chung tightly to his broad shoulders, my fingernails digging into his muscled flesh. My pussy was pulsing with need, wet juices already flowing from my excitement.

I want to take this slow, Berry, he murmured against my ear, with desire. “I want to taste every inch of your His tongue traced the shell of my ear before his teeth gently captured my earlobe.

His tongue traced the shell of my ear, wet and hot, before his teeth caught my earlobe, the sharp edge of his canines creating a delicious contrast of pleasure and pain.

He moved to my neck, his mouth hot and demanding as he licked and sucked at the spot where my neck should be. His fangs, now longer with his arousal, scraped deliberately against my sensitive skin, leaving shallow red imprints that made me arch beneath him and moan shamelessly. His tongue followed the curve of my neck to my collarbone, where he lingered, sucking hard that made me feel claimed even without the official bonding.

My fingers threaded through his thick hair, And desperate tugs as my hips bucked involuntarily, my wet sex seeking more contact. A whimper escaped my throat as my inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.

His large hands covered my full breasts, kneading the soft flesh. His thumbs and forefingers pinched my erect pink nipples, sending electric jolts straight to my throbbing clit. Then his hot mouth replaced his hands, his skilled tongue circling one stiff peak while his fingers continued to work the other. He hungrily sucked my rounded breasts, alternating between them with practiced expertise, his tongue and lips teasing the sensitive areolas.

“God, Berry,” he groaned against my skin, his warm breath tickling my wet nipple. “You’re perfect.”

My pussy was completely soaked and clenching rhythmically now, juices coating my inner thighs.

I reached down boldly, wrapping my fingers around his impressive cock, feeling it pulse and throb beneath my touch.

He knelt above me, thick thighs spread wide, allowing me to fully appreciate and touch him. Completely erect, his massive shaft stood proudly from a nest of dark hair, the swollen head a deep purple–red, glistening beads of pre–cum gathering at the slit. Veins snaked prominently along the length.

Taking a deep breath of his intoxicating musk, I lowered my head and took the swollen head into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. The salty taste of his pre–cum was strangely intoxicating, making me want more. I had never been this forward before, but his masculine scent made resistance impossible.

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He groaned, the muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightening visibly.

My hips stretched sound his girth as I took him deeper, trying to accommodate his substantial size. Augustin’s fingers tangled in my haiz, gently guiding my movements as his hips made small thrusting motions.

‘That’s it, Berry, he encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure, “Just like that.”

He was too large for me to take completely, so I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, stroking in rhythm with my mouth’s movements. His veins palsed against my palm, his cock growing even harder. I forced myself to take him as deep as possible, my eyes watering slightly from the effort, but seeing his pleasure made me want to continue.

His movements quickened, his cock pulsing against my tongue. “Berry, I’m going to

he warned, his grip tightening in my hair.

I didn’t pull away. With a deep, guttural moan, he reached his climax, warm spurts of his seed filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. I swallowed everything he gave me, not wasting a drop. When I finally released his still hard cock, I looked up at him through my lashes and provocatively licked my lips.

You’re incredible,” he panted, his breathing heavy but his impressive erection barely softening despite his release. The veins on his shaft stood out prominently, pulsating with desire.

He gently pushed me back onto the bed and spread my legs wide, exposing my wet, pink pussy and swollen clit to his hungry gaze. His pupils dilated even further at the sight before him.

He lowered his Lace between my thighs and began devouring me, his skilled tongue collecting my abundant juices before sliding upward to circle my sensitive bundle of nerves. I grabbed my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching my hardened nipples as waves of pleasure rolled through me. When his mouth closed around my throbbing clit and sucked gently, I couldn’t hold back my loud cries of ecstasy.

His fingers joined his mouth, first one thick digit pushing into my tight channel, then adding a second, stretching me deliciously. He curled his fingers upward, finding and pressing against that special spot inside that made me see stars. My hips lifted involuntarily off the bed, seeking more of the incredible sensation. I could feel the tension building rapidly within me, my inner walls beginning to pulse rhythmically around his probing fingers.

“Augustin, I’m close,” I gasped, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders. “I-”

He didn’t stop. And he increased his pace, his tongue flicking rapidly against my swollen clit as his fingers maintained their perfect pressure inside me. The pleasure peaked suddenly and crashed over me like a violent storm. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers, more juices gushing out as my entire body convulsed. I screamed his name, my voice breaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

As the powerful waves subsided, I felt an emptiness, a desperate need to be filled completely. “I need you, I begged, my voice husky with desire. “I need to feel you inside me. I need your cock filling me.”

He turned me over, positioning me on my hands and knees with my round ass high in the air. I felt the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance. He pushed in slowly but steadily, stretching my tight pussy around his impressive girth. Each inch of his hard shaft filled me more than I thought possible, until he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass. The feeling of complete fullness was overwhelming, and I moaned loudly as my inner walls adjusted to accommodate his size.

His strong hands gripped my hips firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move. Each powerful thrust sent his thick cock deep inside me, the swollen head hitting sensitive spots that made me gasp and moan uncontrollably. His heavy balls slapped against my clit with each movement, providing additional stimulation that heightened my pleasure.

“You’re mine, Berry,” he growled, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. “Only mine. No one will take you from me.” His thrusts became more forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with our mingled breaths and passionate moans.

“Yes,” I agreed, my mind clouded with pleasure, unable to form more complex thoughts. “Yours…”

He flipped me over to face him, hooking my legs over his broad shoulders. This new position allowed his thick cock to penetrate even deeper, the engorged head pressing against my cervix. Every long stroke of his shaft dragged more wetness from my drenched pussy, the sheets beneath us growing soaked with

my arousal.

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No one will take you hom me, he begrated, his powerful hips snapping forward forcefully, hrying his full length inside me with gach the His ever remained patch black with silver flecks, his well fully in control of his actions

Another powerful orgasm built rapidly within me, taking me by surprise. My inner walls clamped down tightly around his thick shaft, spasming rhyttureically, but he didnt stop. He maintained his relentless pace, drawing out my pleasure until I was a quivering, moaning mess beneath him.

Berry, he said Promise me, no matter what happens, you ll always be mine. Promise you wont leave me. He punctuated each word with a deep thrust

that made my worsh contract.

test to the overwhelming sea of sensations, I could only nod weakly and whisper, I promise, Augustin. I’m yours. Always yours… My body was completely surrendered to him, my pussy squeezing his cock with each word.

Look at me when you come, he demanded, his intense gaze locked with mine. “I want to see you fall apart for me.

Our eyes remained connected as a third, more powerful climax crashed through me. My womb contracted violently, my pussy walls clenching and unclenching around his thick shaft. My entire body convulsed beneath him, and this time, Augustin joined me, his hot seed erupting deep inside me with powerful sports as his cock pulsated within my tight channel.

Afterward, he collapsed beside me, breathing. I felt utterly sated, every need fulfilled. Seraphine was quiet in my mind, content and peaceful.

Augustin pulled me close, tucking my head against his broad chest. I could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, gradually slowing to its normal rhythm. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and I felt safer than I ever had before.

His fingers combed gently through my hair, the gesture intimate and possessive. As sleep began to claim me, I heard his whispered plea:

“Don’t leave me, Berry. I can’t lose you.”

The vulnerability in his voice tugged at my heart, and I snuggled closer, silently promising to stay.

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Matthew’s POV

i beld the letter in my trembling hands. The heavy parchment bore the official seal of the Clifflands Alphur King. But what made my heart race wyen’t the wal, it was the handwriting inside. Juno’s handwriting.

My fingers Laced over her script. The cream and roses scent that was uniquely hers clung faintly to the paper, and I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.

She’s safe. She’s alive.

The relief that washed over me was quickly followed by a sharp sting as I read about her new life in the north. She wrote of being treated with respect, of finding unexpected friendship with the other captive Lunas. Between the lines, I could sense something she wasn’t saying directly–she was adapting, perhaps even thriving without me.

Zephyx, my wolt, stirred restlessly inside me. We failed her.

“I know,” I whispered into the empty room.

Night had fallen by the time I finished reading the letter for the fifth time. I stood by the window, staring out at the moon hanging above the forest. The same moon she was seeing from Clifflands. The thought created an ache in my chest, a void I wasn’t sure could ever be filled,

In the living room below, I could hear Isabelle rearranging furniture, humming softly to herself. She’d moved back in three days ago, bringing with her a wave of changes. New curtains, new color schemes, new furniture. It was as if she was determined to erase every trace of Juno from the house.

I let her. The truth was, I barely noticed the changes. I only had one rule: my bedroom–our bedroom–was off–limits. The room I’d shared with Juno remained untouched, preserved like a shrine to what I’d lost.

Every night, I would stand in that room for a few minutes, breathing in the fading scent of cream and roses, holding onto whatever fragments of her I could still grasp.

I was too busy rebuilding what the Clifflands attack had destroyed–homes needed repair, injured pack members required care, security measures needed strengthening. And I’d been avoiding the regional meetings, ignoring two summons letters from Quinn. Part of me blamed him for this disaster. His alliance with Kieran had only brought trouble. Deep down though, I knew the cracks in my marriage to Juno had started long before any of this.

I’d just always believed I could fix it. Given enough time, enough love, enough of… something. Anything.

But fate had other plans. The pull toward Isabelle was undeniable–a cosmic force that bound us together whether I wanted it or not. Yet my heart refused to let go of Juno.

I pulled out my journal and wrote by moonlight:

If you ever come back, Juno, I’ll open my arms to you. I’ll love you completely. I’ll never let you cry again. I promise.

‘Matthew!” Joel’s urgent voice pulled me from the stack of territory reports I’d been reviewing. My Beta burst into my office, his face flushed with exertion. He carried a large package and an envelope.

“This just arrived from Clifflands. The messenger wore Alpha King Levenston’s colors.”

My stomach dropped as I noticed dark crimson stains seeping through one corner of the box.

“Blood,” I whispered, rising to my feet. My mind raced with terrible possibilities. Juno. Oh god, please not Juno.

“Should I open it?” Joel asked cautiously.

“No.” I reached for the package with hands that refused to remain steady. “Give me the letter first.”

The seal broke with a crack that seemed too loud in the quiet office. The letter inside was written in a strong, slashing script:

Alpha Matthew,

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Twas kind enough to pass your letter to hms and even allowed her to write hack so you might find closure. I assumed you were a can of honor. Is Appears 1

was mistaken.

My people report that warriors from your region, alongside Alpha Kieran’s forces, attacked one of our shelters. They attempted to kidnap lung and med poisen gas against my people.

I will not tolerate such insult. I send this package because i know you are responsible for Forestvale. Let me be clear: I will not take another attack lightly. Your pack has not ye: recovered from our last encounter. This was a foolish move.

The only reason I do not retaliate now is Juno. She would be upset if you were harmed. Do not force my hand, Matthew Harrington. Whatever business you have with Kieran, keep it between Forestvale and Fireland. Juno belongs to me now.

She is MINE. Any further attempt to steal her will be considered an act of war, and I will burn all of Forestvale to the ground. There will be no collecting tributes, no peace offerings.

Augustin Levenston*

Rage radiated from every word. But what caught my attention most was his possessiveness toward Juno. He wasn’t writing about her as a political hostage or a spoil of war. The Alpha King of Clifflands had fallen for my ex–wife.

I turned to the package. Blood had dried along the seams of the wrapping. I tore it open.

Inside was the severed head of a warrior, his features locked in an expression of terror. Though the sight was grotesque, a small part of me was relieved it wasn’t anything connected to Juno.

“What the hell is going on?” I turned to Joel, confusion and anger battling for dominance. “Why would Kieran send men to Clifflands to rescue Juno?”

Joel shifted uncomfortably. “I… I thought you knew. Alpha Maddox wanted Scarlett back. He approached Kieran about arranging a rescue.”

My fist slammed down on the desk. “And no one thought to inform me? The Alpha responsible for this entire region?”

“They were afraid you’d refuse,” Joel admitted quietly.

The realization hit me like a physical blow. I’d been so wrapped up in my grief, so consumed by what I’d lost, that I’d neglected my duties. If I’d been attending the meetings, this would never have happened.