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🐺🩸 Kaelani is just a sweet, quiet baker who was exiled from her pack because she doesn't have a wolf. She minds her own business. But then Alpha Julian comes to town, catches her scent, and goes into a feral, unexpected rut.✨🥀 Chapter 1 Kaelani’s hands knew the rhythm of kneading dough better than they knew the warmth of touch. The wooden counter beneath her palms was dusted in flour, the yeasty scent of rising bread clinging to the air. Behind her, the ovens hummed, filling the small bakery with the comforting perfume of sugar and spice. For five years, this place had been her sanctuary. A life she had built with her own hands — quiet, steady, safe. “Another batch of cinnamon honey cakes?” Tessa’s voice chimed from the front, playful as always. “You’re going to ruin my figure if you keep making those.” Kaelani smiled faintly, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “They sell out first. You know that.” “They sell out because half the men in town come here hoping you’ll smile at them while you hand them a bag,” Tessa teased, loud enough that a customer chuckled on his way out. Kaelani rolled her eyes, her cheeks warming as she pressed her fists into the dough. This was how mornings usually went: Tessa bantering, Kaelani pretending not to notice. It was simple. Predictable. Human. Kaelani dusted her palms on her apron and moved toward the front counter, her gaze drifting absently through the wide bakery windows. Across the street, sleek black cars rolled to a stop in front of the new hotel. Men in pressed suits stepped out, polished and important, their voices carrying on the autumn wind. A year ago, that corner had been nothing but an empty lot overgrown with weeds. Now the glass-and-steel hotel stood gleaming like it had been there all along, casting a long shadow over the old brick storefronts. Progress, people called it. Kaelani called it trouble. The hotel had dragged change into town like an uninvited guest — outsiders with too much money, talks of expansion, even rumors of a highway cutting right through the countryside. It wasn’t her business, not really. But the bakery had always been a place for neighbors, for locals, for familiar faces. Now, she saw more strangers passing through her door than ever before. Her eyes lingered on the line of men crossing the pavement. They looked out of place here, their presence too sharp, too heavy for a town this small. Expensive suits, expensive cars — men who belonged in high-rise boardrooms, not in front of a corner bakery on Main Street. Tessa appeared at her side, pressing close to the glass with a grin. “Well, well. Looks like the hotel’s paying off. Do you see them? Straight out of some Wall Street magazine spread. God, they’re gorgeous.” Kaelani shook her head faintly, brushing flour from her hands. “Not my type,” she murmured, turning back toward the counter. She had no interest in strangers who didn’t belong here. Tessa rolled her eyes dramatically before flitting back to help a waiting customer. Across town, a black sedan wound its way down Main Street, drawing more than a few stares as it slowed before the new hotel. Inside, Julian leaned back against the leather seat, gaze cool as he took in the town’s mix of old brick buildings and new construction. “Remind me what’s first on the agenda,” he said, voice clipped but steady. Jace, hands relaxed on the wheel, didn’t miss a beat. “Border negotiations. Some of the Alphas are pushing for tighter control of the northern stretch. Claims human development is creeping too close to pack lands.” Julian’s mouth flattened. “And the others?” “Two want to sell parcels off — play nice with the humans and line their pockets. The rest are split. If expansion goes forward, the highway alone will cut right through neutral ground. Everyone wants a piece.” Julian gave a low hum, neither agreement nor disapproval. Typical. Alphas squabbling for territory while humans built over it like ants. That was why the council called this summit, and why he couldn’t afford distraction. The car slowed into the hotel’s valet lane. The gleaming glass structure loomed above them, polished and new, a symbol of everything humans were building here. Jace flicked a glance at him as he pulled to a stop. “I’ll handle check-in. We’re early enough to get a read on who’s arrived.” Julian nodded once, pushing open his door. The moment his boots hit pavement, a sharp gust of wind cut down the street. Exhaust. Asphalt. Crisp leaves. And beneath it—something warm. Sweet. Spiced. It clung to him like an invisible hand, tugging at his senses. He stilled, nostrils flaring. Across the street, a small bakery sat nestled between an antique shop and a bookstore, sunlight glinting off its painted windows. “Julian.” Jace’s voice snapped his attention back, already at his side, handing off the keys to valet. “We should head in.” Julian’s gaze lingered on the bakery. He couldn’t place why, but his wolf stirred restlessly under his skin, pacing. “Meet me inside,” he said finally, his tone leaving no room for question. Jace arched a brow but didn’t push. He knew better. With a shrug, he turned toward the hotel doors, leaving Julian to cross the street alone. The bell above the door jingled, sharp against the steady hum of the bakery. Kaelani glanced up from the tray she was icing, her hand stilling as her gaze locked on the man who had just stepped inside. Tall. Broad-shouldered. A presence that seemed to fill the small shop without effort. His dark suit cut sharp lines across a frame built for power, not for boardrooms. The way he carried himself — steady, unyielding, commanding — set him apart from every polished stranger she had ever seen step off the hotel curb. Her chest tightened. She’d grown up around their kind to know exactly what he was. Alpha. Kaelani’s eyes darted instinctively toward the counter, searching for Tessa. But her friend was juggling a large takeout order — boxing pastries and pouring several coffees while a customer waited impatiently — far too preoccupied to notice the way the air seemed to shift. Her stomach knotted. She despised their kind — entitled, dangerous, always hungering for control. And now one stood in her bakery. The moment Julian stepped inside, the warmth of the bakery wrapped around him, thick with sugar and spice. That scent—the one that had dragged him across the street—swirled stronger here, burrowing under his skin. His gaze swept briefly over the glass displays until it landed on the source he decided it had to be: golden, glazed cinnamon honey cakes, their rich sweetness perfuming the air. His wolf quieted, almost satisfied, and Julian’s mouth curved faintly at his own foolishness. Drawn across the street for a pastry. “Can I help you, sir?” A woman’s voice asked, clear and firm. He didn’t bother looking up. Insignificant. Whoever she was, she was human — and therefore beneath his attention. “One of the cakes and a large coffee,” he said, his voice deep and curt, more command than request. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a bill far larger than the order required, and set it on the counter without sparing her a glance. “Keep the change.” His eyes were already drawn back toward the window, scanning the hotel across the street as if this stop was nothing more than a distraction. Kaelani bit back a scoff, rolling her eyes as she moved to prepare the order. Typical. Wealthy, arrogant, dismissive — exactly the sort she had no patience for. She slid the boxed pastry and steaming cup across the counter with practiced efficiency. “You’re all set,” she said, her tone sharp to match his. He took the items without looking at her, turned on his heel, and walked out as easily as he’d come in. The bell above the door jingled, and just like that, the air seemed to settle again. Chapter 2 “Damn,” Tessa muttered as she appeared at Kaelani’s side, wiping her hands on a flour-dusted rag. She craned her neck toward the door, where the bell had only just stopped swaying. “Did you see him? He was hot. Like—unfairly hot. The suit, the shoulders, the whole smoldering ‘I eat interns for breakfast’ vibe…” Kaelani shot her a look and turned back to her tray of pastries. “He ordered a cake and coffee. That’s all.” Tessa groaned. “That’s all? Girl, you’re impossible. A man like that walks in here, drops cash without blinking, and you don’t even think about—” She made a vague gesture with her hands that Kaelani refused to interpret. “He’s not my type.” Kaelani’s voice was flat, but her chest still felt too tight, her pulse uneven. She hated that she could still feel the weight of his presence even though he was gone. Tessa smirked, undeterred. “Please. A man like that is everyone’s type.” Kaelani rolled her eyes, lining the pastries into neat rows. “Get your hormones under control and get back to work,” she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Tessa gasped theatrically, hand pressed to her chest. “Excuse me? See, that’s why you’re so tense all the time. You need to get f^cked—good.” “My vibrator does just fine,” Kaelani shot back dryly. Tessa barked out a laugh. “Please. That’s nothing compared to a man jackhammering his way to glory.” Kaelani shook her head, biting back a laugh as she turned away. “You’re too much.” The afternoon wore on in a steady blur of customers, flour, and baking. By late day, the rush had thinned, leaving only the hum of ovens and the soft scrape of Kaelani’s spatula against the mixing bowl. She paused, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. Warm. Too warm. The bakery ovens always kept the place toasty, but this was different — a slow heat crawling under her skin, blooming low in her belly. “Ugh, it’s like a sauna in here,” Tessa groaned from the front, fanning herself with a menu. “I swear, if we get one more order of triple fudge brownies, I’m staging a revolt.” Kaelani forced a small smile, though her throat felt dry. “Maybe you’re just hungover.” “Rude,” Tessa shot back, but her grin was easy. Kaelani wiped her palms on her apron. No, this wasn’t the ovens. Or the day. Or anything she could name. A restless hum buzzed in her veins, making her heart beat too fast, her hands unsteady as she reached for another tray. She pushed through it, ignoring the unease gnawing at her chest. By the time the sun dipped lower, streaking the shop windows with gold, Kaelani felt sweat prick at the back of her neck. She tied her hair up with quick, frustrated fingers, pretending not to notice the way her body was betraying her. Something was wrong. “Hey,” Tessa called from the front, eyeing her closely. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” “I’m fine,” Kaelani said quickly, forcing her hands to keep moving as she wiped down the counter. But deep down, she knew she wasn’t fine at all. “Bullshit,” Tessa said flatly, planting her hands on her hips. “Your face is flushed. Like, really flushed.” Kaelani tugged at the collar of her shirt, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to her damp skin. Her flush wasn’t just in her face — heat spread everywhere, pooling in places that made her thighs press together instinctively. Her hand drifted to her stomach, only to realize the strange pressure wasn’t in her belly at all. It was lower. Sharp. Gnawing. What’s happening to me? Tessa’s brow creased with worry. “Hey, maybe you should go home. I can close up tonight. Seriously, you look like you’re about to keel over.” Kaelani hesitated, wiping her palms against her apron. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?” “Of course,” Tessa said, waving her off. “Go home and rest. Honestly, I knew your workaholic tendencies were going to finally catch up to you. Now go, I’ll handle everything here.” Kaelani managed a small, grateful smile, though inside the pressure was coiling tighter, demanding, insistent. She untied her apron, hung it on the hook by the door, and stepped out into the cooling evening air. — Julian sat at the long polished table, posture composed, voice even as he addressed the council. Maps and charts lay spread before them, arguments over borders and highways bouncing from Alpha to Alpha like restless sparks. “Expansion north is inevitable,” one of them insisted. “Better to profit than fight.” Julian’s mouth tightened. “Profit won’t matter if control is lost. Humans don’t share. They consume.” His tone was crisp, confident, the kind that usually silenced a room. And it did. For a moment. But then a strange pulse stirred low in his chest, faint but insistent. Heat, like an ember catching flame, spread beneath his collar. He shifted in his chair, willing it away. Jace’s sharp gaze cut to him from across the table. The Beta tilted his head slightly, a silent question in his eyes. Julian ignored it, lifting his glass of water and taking a measured sip. Minutes passed, voices droning on about highways and parcel sales. The ember didn’t fade. It grew. His jaw flexed, a bead of sweat breaking at his temple despite the cool hum of the air conditioning. “Alpha Julian?” One of the older Alphas prompted, brows raised. “You seem… distracted. Are you well?” Every eye turned toward him. Julian’s fingers curled into a fist against the table, nails biting into his palm. His wolf prowled, restless, a growl rumbling faint in the back of his mind. “I’m fine,” he said flatly, though the words grated against his teeth. But Jace’s frown deepened. He wasn’t fine. Not at all. The ember had grown into a slow burn, coiling tight in Julian’s gut. His wolf clawed at him, restless, snarling to be set loose. “Alpha?” Jace’s voice cut through the noise, low but firm. “You don’t look too well.” Julian’s jaw ticked. “I’m fine.” But murmurs stirred around the table. Another Alpha leaned forward, frowning. “He’s pale. Fevered. Has he been exposed to wolfsbane?” Julian’s head snapped toward him, insult flashing hot. “I am not poisoned.” “Perhaps we should call in a physician,” another suggested, tone carefully neutral. The air in the room tightened, eyes circling him like vultures. An Alpha, sick at the table — weakness laid bare for all to see. His wolf bristled at the insult, demanding he prove them wrong. “Perhaps we should continue this tomorrow,” Jace said quickly, cutting across the whispers. “My Alpha should rest.” Julian turned sharply. “That’s ridiculous. I said I’m fine.” “Julian…” Jace’s tone sharpened, the Beta’s authority breaking through years of loyalty. Across the table, one of the older Alphas inclined his head. “It has been a long morning. I’m perfectly fine with reconvening tomorrow.” Julian’s hand tightened into a fist, knuckles whitening against the table. His wolf snarled, but the heat flooding his body gave him no ground to stand on. Reluctantly, he gave a sharp nod. The meeting adjourned. But Julian already knew — no physician, no fever, no wolfsbane explained this. This was something else. Chapter 3 Jace’s hand lingered briefly on the doorframe before he stepped back. “Rest. I’ll get you some water and ice. Maybe call the pack physician—just in case.” “I said I don’t need a physician.” Julian’s growl was sharp, but Jace didn’t flinch. He only inclined his head once, obedient as always, before closing the door behind him. Silence pressed in. Julian exhaled hard, dragging a hand through his hair. Heat crawled over his skin like wildfire, his pulse hammering. He yanked off his jacket, then tore at the buttons of his shirt until it hung open. His boots hit the carpet with a heavy thud, socks following. But the heat didn’t ease. It thickened, crawling lower, curling hot and urgent between his thighs. His c0ck surged, hard and unyielding, pressing against the line of his slacks until he had to bite down a curse. Julian froze. His eyes cut to the small paper bag sitting on the desk — the one holding the honey cake he’d bought without thinking. The scent rolled across the room, sweet and spiced, clinging to him like it had the moment he stepped inside that bakery. He grabbed the bag, tearing it open, lifting the cake to his face. The aroma hit harder, sharp and intoxicating. His c0ck twitched, straining painfully against his pants. Julian swore under his breath, knuckles white around the bag. “What the hell are you doing?” He snarled at his wolf. “You want to f^ck a pastry now?” But his wolf didn’t answer with words. It surged forward, hungry and unrelenting, dragging him to his feet, every nerve alive with a single demand: find the source. The cake wasn’t enough. It was only a thread — a trail. And his wolf would follow it. The door clicked open a short while later, Jace stepping inside with a bucket of ice balanced in one hand and his phone in the other. “Alright, Julian, I’ve got—” He stopped cold. The suite was empty. Julian’s shirt and trousers lay in shreds across the carpet, boots kicked halfway beneath the desk. The paper bag sat torn open on the floor, honey cake smashed against the edge of the table. Jace’s gaze snapped to the window. The curtains swayed, pulled by the evening breeze through a gaping hole. The glass was shattered, glittering across the carpet like spilled diamonds. He crossed the room in two strides, leaning out to scan the street below. No wolf. No Alpha. Just the faintest shadow where the bushes had been crushed near the curb. “F^ck,” Jace muttered, shoving a hand through his hair. His pulse kicked up, sharp and fast. “This is not good.” Meanwhile, Kaelani shoved her key into the lock, her hands trembling, and pushed the door open. The moment she stepped inside, the warmth hit her like a wall. Not the cozy kind she’d built here over the years. This was suffocating, burning from the inside out. She tore at her clothes as she stumbled down the hall — blouse, boots, jeans — leaving them in a trail behind her. Her nails dug into her own skin as though pressure alone might ease it, dragging across her arms, her stomach, her thighs. But the itch wasn’t on the surface. It was deeper, gnawing, primal. By the time she hit the bathroom, she was naked, breath ragged, her body flushed pink with heat. She twisted the shower knob hard, water crashing down in a freezing spray. She stepped beneath it, gasping at the shock. But it wasn’t enough. The cold slid over her burning skin, raising goosebumps, but the fire inside her only roared hotter. It curled low in her belly, tightening, demanding, pulsing in places she had never felt so raw, so desperate. Her hands braced against the tile, forehead pressed forward as she choked back a sound that was half-whimper, half-growl. No relief. No escape. The water poured colder, sharper, and still it couldn’t put out the fire consuming her from the inside. Kaelani shut off the water with a sharp twist, stumbling back against the cool tile. Droplets clung to her skin, trickling down her flushed body, but the fire inside only burned hotter. She dragged in a breath, pacing barefoot across the bathroom floor, leaving wet footprints in her wake. It was cooler outside. She’d felt it when she left the bakery. Maybe if she could just get to the open air, the heat wouldn’t smother her so completely. But she couldn’t step out naked. With clumsy fingers she yanked a thin tank top over her head, the fabric plastering to her damp skin. A pair of panties followed, flimsy, offering no protection from the ache tearing through her. She shoved the back door open and staggered into her small garden. The evening breeze swept over her, cool and sharp, and for a moment she almost wept in relief. She dropped to her knees in the grass, palms sinking into the earth, forehead tipped back to the sky. But the burn didn’t fade. It raged on in her belly, in her skin, coiling tighter, demanding. Her thighs pressed together as if she could cage it, but the ache only worsened. A sound tore from her throat, desperate and broken. Her hands moved without thought, sliding over her damp skin, slipping beneath the thin band of her panties. Fingers pressed against her aching core, but the relief was fleeting, hollow. The slick heat of her body only magnified how empty she felt, how sharp and relentless the need had become. She gasped, hips rocking into her own touch, but the sensation was wrong — shallow, unsatisfying. The fire inside demanded more, clawed for something she couldn’t give herself. A whimper caught in her throat as she pressed harder, faster, chasing even a shred of release. But no matter how she moved, it only stoked the blaze raging through her. Nothing eased it. Nothing would. Then a low, guttural growl rippled through the night. Kaelani’s head snapped up, her breath catching. From the darkest corner of her garden, two burning eyes gleamed, unblinking, predatory. The shape shifted forward, muscle and fur moving with lethal grace until the moonlight revealed him fully. A massive black wolf. Her heart lurched into her throat. She stumbled back onto her heels, scrambling, grass slick beneath her feet. “No,” she whispered, terror clawing through the haze of heat. She tried to push herself backward, palms digging into the earth, but the beast prowled closer, steps deliberate, certain. It lowered its head, nostrils flaring, pulling in her scent. A deep, rumbling growl vibrated from its chest as it closed the distance, circling her, sniffing along her skin. When its muzzle pressed lower, toward the heat flooding between her thighs, a choked cry escaped her lips. Finally. The source of the scent it had been hunting. The wolf’s hunger was palpable, its intent undeniable. Kaelani’s entire body shook, torn between fear and the unbearable need writhing inside her. She wanted to scream, to run, but the fire in her veins left her weak and trembling. Kaelani braced her palms against the ground, heart pounding, and forced her body to move. She shoved herself upright, desperate to reach the back door, to get inside where she could lock this nightmare out. But the wolf was faster. It lunged low, pressing its muzzle between her trembling thighs. A cry tore from her throat — mortified, furious, undone — yet the molten rush that answered the touch stole the strength from her legs. Her body betrayed her, trembling with need she didn’t want to feel. “No—stop—” she gasped, but the word dissolved into a whimper as heat clawed through her again. She should have pushed it away. She should have fought. But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. And then, before her wide eyes, fur dissolved into skin. Muscle shifted, bones snapping and reshaping, until it was no longer the massive wolf between her legs — it was him. That Alpha from her bakery. His mouth replaced the muzzle, his tongue tasting her with feral hunger. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, anchoring her as if she might vanish if he let go. Kaelani’s entire body shook, horror and heat colliding until she no longer knew which was which. She wanted to scream. She wanted to surrender. She couldn’t do either. Chapter 4 Kaelani’s breath came in broken gasps, her body rigid as the Alpha’s mouth replaced the muzzle, his tongue parting her with feral hunger. Her hands shoved weakly at his shoulders, but he didn’t move — he couldn’t. The sound rumbling from his chest was half-growl, half-moan, vibrating against her most sensitive flesh. “Stop—” she tried, the word a ragged plea. But her hips betrayed her, jerking forward as the fire inside twisted sharper. His tongue slid deeper, circling, devouring, until the denial in her throat dissolved into a desperate cry. Julian’s grip on her thighs tightened, holding her open for him to taste every drop of her. Heat pulsed low in her belly, every nerve burning, every inch of her body begging for more even as her mind screamed against it. She squeezed her eyes shut, nails clawing at the grass beneath her, trying to anchor herself. But the wave crested too fast, too hard. Pleasure tore through her like lightning, white-hot, wracking her body until her cry shattered into the night air. Julian groaned against her, drinking down every sound, every shudder, his wolf triumphant. He had found the source. He had claimed it. Kaelani collapsed back into the grass, trembling, wet strands of hair plastered to her flushed face. Shame warred with the raw, aching release still pulsing through her, leaving her breathless. And Julian wasn’t done. He rose above her, his chest heaving, his mouth slick with her release. The moonlight caught his face, but it wasn’t the polished Alpha from the bakery staring down at her — it was something far darker. His eyes glowed, wild, his expression twisted with pure, primal desire. Her breath hitched as her gaze dropped. His c0ck jutted hard and heavy between them, the sight alone enough to make her pulse stutter. She knew exactly what he intended. “No…” Her whisper barely carried, trembling as she tried to scuttle backward, the grass damp and slick between her fingers. But Julian followed, crawling closer, his body radiating heat like a furnace. He loomed, closing the space between them, the thick length of him pressing against her thigh as if his body refused to wait for permission. Panic flared. Kaelani twisted, forcing herself to her feet. Somehow, she found the strength to tear free, bolting for the door. Her bare feet slapped against the cool earth, heart hammering in her throat. She almost made it. Something clamped around her ankle, yanking her off balance. She hit the ground hard, a cry tearing from her lips as she was dragged backward through the grass. Her nails clawed at the earth, desperate, but his grip was impliable. And then it came — sharp fangs sank deep into the tender curve of her neck, right where a wolf claimed his mate. Pain and fire exploded through her veins, stealing her breath, her will, her strength. “Mine,” he growled against her skin, the word guttural, final. The bite still burned hot on her neck when Julian shoved her onto her stomach, his weight pinning her down. She kicked, twisted, but his grip was iron. His chest pressed against her back, his growl vibrating through her bones. Fabric tore, the sound sharp in the night. Her thin top split down the middle, her panties shredded away in his hands until there was nothing left between her and the brutal heat of his body. She gasped, vulnerable, exposed, her nails clawing uselessly at the earth. Then she felt him — hard, thick, pressing insistently against her entrance. “No,” she gasped, tears pricking her eyes. “Don’t—” But her body betrayed her. The fire raging inside twisted sharper, clawing for the very thing she feared. Her hips arched without her permission, seeking what her mind rejected. Heat made her desperate, trembling, helpless. Julian drove into her, hard and merciless. Her scream tore through the dark, high and broken, as fire ripped through her core. Agony flared red-hot like a burner on the stove, her body locking against the intrusion, trembling and slick but impossibly tight. His breath rasped hot against her neck, his jaw locking harder into her flesh as he dragged back—only to slam forward again, forcing her body to stretch around him like molten fire. Her scream splintered into ragged gasps as he buried himself to the hilt, the fierce clutch of her body gripping him so tightly it stole his breath. For a heartbeat, he stilled—chest heaving, sweat beading his brow—feeling every tremor, every spasm as his c0ck nestled deep in the scorching heat of her tight p^ssy. A growl rumbled low from his chest—part triumph, part hunger, part something darker. Then his hips snapped forward in punishing blows, the brutal rhythm wrenching another cry from her lips. Each thrust drove him deeper, stretching her raw and unrelenting, until her body had no choice but to yield beneath his will. Kaelani sobbed, torn between agony and the desperate, unbearable relief flooding her body. The fire dulled where he filled her, every inch easing what nothing else could touch. Her walls clenched around him, traitorous, needing more, even as her heart screamed denial. She hated him. She needed him. She couldn’t stop trembling as the word echoed in her skull, burning into her blood with every savage thrust: Mine. Julian’s hips continued to slam into her, her cries breaking against the night, muffled where her cheek pressed into the grass. Every stroke tore at her, stretching, burning — yet each time he filled her, the unbearable fire inside dimmed, replaced by a pulsing relief that made her shudder. Her nails clawed at the ground, leaving streaks of dirt in her wake. “Please—” she begged, though she didn’t know if she meant for him to stop or not. He didn’t. He couldn’t. His grunts rumbled against her skin, savage, claiming, the sound vibrating through her as his fangs stayed buried in her neck. The bite anchored them, bound them. Every movement of his c0ck inside her synced with the deep pull of his wolf: take, claim, keep. Tears streaked down her cheeks, but so did heat — sharp, coiling, insistent. The ache shifted from pain into something heavier, deeper, pleasure threading through it until her sobs dissolved into broken moans. Her body arched back into him, perfidious, desperate. She hated herself for it — hated him for making her feel it. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t breathe without him inside her, couldn’t ease the fire unless he drove into her again and again. Julian’s voice tore against her ear, husky and raw. “Mine.” And in that brutal rhythm, with every savage thrust, he made sure she knew it. Julian’s thrusts grew harder, faster, the rhythm wild and iron-willed. Each stroke drove her deeper into the grass, his weight crushing her into the earth as though nothing could separate them. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the night — wet, frantic, feral. Kaelani bit her lip until she tasted blood, fighting the sounds rising in her throat. But when his c0ck buried deep and ground against the spot that made the fire explode inside her, a strangled moan broke free, intense and helpless. Her body clenched around him, pulsing, betraying her again. The fire that had tormented her all night blazed higher, but now it had an outlet — now it was being fed. Every thrust tore her apart and put her back together, until she was nothing but heat and need and the man consuming her. Julian’s thrusts faltered, hips grinding deeper, slower, desperate. She felt the thick swell of him at her entrance, stretching, locking — the wolf’s knot, sealing them together. Kaelani gasped, clawing at the grass, her eyes wide with shock. The pressure, the fullness, was unbearable. “No—no, no, please—” But her plea dissolved into a scream as her climax ripped through her, violent and unstoppable. Her body convulsed, squeezing him tight, milking him as wave after wave shattered her. Julian roared against her skin, the sound shaking her to her core. His release surged hot and heavy inside her, his body locked to hers, claiming her in the most primal way a wolf could. She collapsed beneath him, trembling, sobbing, shattered. Claimed. And still, his teeth stayed in her neck, his wolf’s voice echoing inside his head: “Mine.” Chapter 5 Julian didn’t release her, not even when the last of his climax pulsed through her and her body went limp beneath him. His knot kept them locked, his weight anchoring her into the grass. She sobbed softly, her face pressed into the earth, trembling with the aftershocks that left her both sated and hollow. When the knot finally began to ease, he shifted, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her legs hung weak around his hips, her body still trembling, but his grip was firm — possessive. He carried her inside, the back door banging open against the wall. Kaelani stirred, weakly pressing at his chest. “Stop… please…” But his wolf was relentless. He set her down on the kitchen table, her damp hair fanning across the wood, and pressed back inside her before she could catch her breath. Her cry echoed off the walls, but so did his growl, low and hungry, as he thrust deep, hard, merciless. The table shook beneath them. Plates clattered to the floor. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, torn between fighting and holding on as the fire rose in her again. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. When he knotted her a second time, her scream broke into a sob, then into a moan she couldn’t swallow. The knot stretched her impossibly full, locking her against him until there was no escape. Hours blurred. Counter. Floor. Against the wall. Again and again he took her, rut-blind, her body pliant and trembling, her voice breaking into cries she couldn’t swallow. Pleas, sobs, gasps — none of them formed his name. She didn’t know him. Not really. All she knew was the burn, the overwhelming need, and the way his body drowned it out every time he forced himself inside her. Every time his knot swelled, locking her to him, his wolf growled that same word against her skin: Mine. At some point, the frenzy blurred into exhaustion. Julian carried her into the bedroom, his body heavy over hers, his c0ck still buried deep. She whimpered as he settled them onto the mattress, the knot anchoring them together even as her eyelids fluttered shut. The fire dulled only because he stayed inside her, stretching her full, keeping the ache at bay. Sleep came in fragments. Her body jerked with aftershocks, her thighs quivering around him. His body was sprawled over hers—heavy, protective, possessive. His lips brushed the mark he’d bitten into her skin like he owned it. Like he owned her. Suddenly, Kaelani woke to emptiness. Her eyes shot open, panic clawing at her chest as the burn returned sharper, vicious in his absence. Her body convulsed, desperate for what had kept the fire at bay. “No,” she gasped, clutching at the sheets. The door creaked. Julian stepped back into the room, chest slick with sweat, a bottle of water in his hand. He tilted it back, draining it in seconds, then crushed another before striding toward her. Her lips parted, a plea forming, but he pressed a bottle to her lips. “Drink,” he commanded, voice hoarse. She obeyed without thought, tilting her head back. The water slid cool down her throat, and only then did she realize how parched she was. By the time he lowered the empty bottle, her skin was already burning again, her hips shifting restlessly against the sheets. Julian’s eyes darkened. His c0ck swelled, already hard and ready, pressing against her thigh as he crawled onto the bed. Before she could catch her breath, he thrust into her again, a broken cry tearing from her lips as the fire was consumed once more. His rhythm was brutal, demanding, but when he flipped her and pulled her astride him, the shift shocked her. Kaelani trembled, thighs straddling his hips, his c0ck buried to the hilt inside her. He gripped her waist, forcing her to ride him, each thrust driving him deeper. The pleasure was unbearable, coiling tight, snapping sharp as she came around him, collapsing forward onto his chest. Julian grunted beneath her, his hips jerking, his knot swelling impossibly thick until she was locked on him, helpless, exactly where he wanted her. Pinned to him. Stuck. His. Kaelani stirred awake to the weight of him still inside her. Her body ached everywhere, her thighs trembling even in stillness, but the thick swell of his knot sat locked deep, anchoring her to him through the night. She tried to shift, but the movement only drew a sharp growl from the chest pressed against her back. Then he moved. The knot had softened just enough for him to slip free, slick heat spilling from her, leaving her hollow. Relief barely touched her before his hands tightened on her hips and he thrust back inside, burying himself in a single, punishing stroke. Kaelani cried out, her palms fisting the sheets. “Please, I can’t—” His answer was another savage thrust, rocking her forward against the mattress. His groans vibrated through her spine, rough and desperate, more beast than man. He didn’t ask. He didn’t slow. He simply took. Her body betrayed her again, clenching around him despite the soreness, desperate for the fullness that dulled the fire. Every stroke ground the ache deeper, feeding that hunger she hated, until her protest dissolved into a broken scream of intense pleasure. Julian’s breath rasped against her ear, his rhythm brutal, primal. His c0ck swelled again, locking her in place, sealing her against him until there was no escape. She sobbed into the pillow, trembling as ecstasy and pain tangled until she no longer knew the difference. “Mine,” he growled against her neck, the bite still throbbing where his fangs had claimed her. Hours blurred into darkness and back again, the world narrowed to the heat of his body pounding into hers, the weight of him holding her down, the knot stretching her until she couldn’t breathe without him. Kaelani lost track of how many times he took her — how many times her body shattered, only to be pulled into need again before she could recover. At some point, he pulled away, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples. He stumbled to the nightstand, grabbed a bottle of water, and pressed it to her lips. “Drink,” he rasped, voice thick with gravel. Her lips parted on instinct, the cool liquid sliding down her throat. She drank greedily, not realizing how dry her mouth had been, how parched her body felt until the bottle was gone. Before she could lower it, Julian crawled back over her, his c0ck already swollen and angry against her thigh. The demand in his eyes was clear, undeniable. He shoved the empty bottle aside and entered her again, hard and deep, forcing a cry from her chest. Kaelani’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body clenching around him. The fire raged inside her, but for the first time, an urge burned sharper than the need for release. Her gaze locked on the thick cord of his neck, the place where a mate’s mark should be. Without thinking, she leaned forward, biting down hard. Her teeth sank into his skin, but nothing happened. No spark. No bond. Just the taste of sweat and salt. Frustration knifed through her. She wanted it — needed it — but she couldn’t leave a mark. She couldn’t claim him back. Julian snarled, rut-drunk, grinding deeper into her as if punishing her for her failed attempt. His fangs sank into her neck again, reopening the wound, the taste of blood sharp on the air. “Mine,” he growled, brutal and final. The last knot swelled inside her, thicker, deeper, stretching her so full she screamed. Her body convulsed, pleasure and pain detonating at once, dragging her under until she was nothing but trembling limbs and shattered breath. Julian groaned, his hips bucking, flooding her one final time. His weight crashed over her, his c0ck locked inside her, knot sealing them together so tightly she couldn’t move if she tried. They collapsed tangled in sweat and blood and heat, her body wrecked, his wolf finally satisfied. And for the first time in three days, silence followed. Chapter 6 Kaelani woke slowly, her body sore, every inch of her aching with bruises and bites that marked where he had claimed her again and again. For one fragile heartbeat, she thought it was a dream. That maybe she would turn and find herself alone. But he was there. Julian stood at the window, tall and untouchable, the early light sharpening the angles of his face. Jace hovered near him, wordless, handing over folded clothes like a dutiful shadow. Her throat tightened. Kaelani yanked the sheet higher, covering herself to the chin, her eyes peeking over the edge. She prayed they wouldn’t notice her, though the air was heavy with the scent of what had happened. Julian’s voice broke the silence, flat and venom-laced. “Three days… three f^cking days trapped in rut intoxication.” He shoved his arm through a sleeve, every movement clipped, furious. His eyes never touched her. “How does this happen, Jace?” Jace hesitated. Just a flicker. His gaze shifted toward her, meeting her eyes for the briefest second. There was something there—a glimmer of sympathy, shame maybe—but it vanished as quickly as it came. He looked away, jaw tightening. Julian didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. He fastened his cuff with ruthless precision. “Clean it up, Jace. Nobody learns of this.” Her stomach dropped. Clean it up. Like she was a mess on the floor, not a woman whose body still ached from him. He kept going, relentless, merciless. “I want her tested. Properly. Goddess knows how many f^cking times I knotted her.” He adjusted his collar, his tone almost mocking. “Push back the mating ceremony. Make sure my future Luna stays put, since now I’ll be carrying that woman’s scent for days.” Julian reached for his jacket, slipping it on like armor. His eyes flicked over the room once, deliberately skimming past the bed, past her. “Take care of it, Jace. I want no ties with this woman whatsoever.” Then he was gone, the front door slamming shut behind him like a verdict. Silence filled the room once Julian was gone, thick and suffocating. Kaelani didn’t move. She lay rigid beneath the sheets, her eyes burning, her chest tight. The scent of him still clung to her skin, raw and humiliating, a brand she couldn’t wash away. Jace cleared his throat quietly, the sound careful, cautious. When she looked at him, he wasn’t staring—he had turned slightly, giving her his profile, gaze fixed on the far wall as though the floorboards were infinitely more intriguing than the sight of her. “I’m going to leave the room and give you your privacy,” he said, his voice even but softer than she expected. “You can shower. Dress. Whatever you need.” Her grip tightened on the sheet, knuckles white. Jace nodded once, still not looking at her. “Take as long as you like. When you’re ready, meet me in your living area. You and I will… discuss what happens from here.” With that, he moved to the door, pausing just long enough that she almost thought he might say more. But then he left, the click of the latch far gentler than Julian’s brutal slam. Kaelani exhaled shakily into the silence. Her throat ached, her body ached, but worse was the hollow ache in her chest. The bed smelled of him, the room filled with his absence. For the first time in days, she was alone—and it felt like the cruelest blow of all. Kaelani forced herself out of bed, her legs trembling as she stood. The sheet slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, but she barely noticed. The mirror above her dresser caught her eye. She froze. The mark burned vivid against her neck, stark against her honey-beige complexion—his claim, etched in teeth and fire. Her fingers lifted before she could stop them, grazing the swollen punctures. Heat prickled behind her eyes, a thousand emotions clawing up her throat. Hurt. Rage. Shame. Something else she refused to name. She swallowed hard. No. She wouldn’t break. Not here. Not over him. Kaelani tore her gaze away, crossing into the bathroom. She turned the shower on as hot as it would go, then changed her mind and twisted the dial to cold. The spray bit into her skin, but nothing could wash away the phantom heat of his hands, his body. She scrubbed quickly, methodically, until her skin was raw and clean. When she stepped out, she wrapped herself in a towel and dressed with mechanical precision. By the time she stepped into the living room, her face was calm, composed — though her heart thudded like a drum in her chest. Jace stood in the center of the room, hands on his hips, surveying the wreckage. Broken glass glittered near the window. A table lay overturned. One of her lamps was shattered. The chaos of three days’ frenzy. He glanced at her once, then back to the mess. “I’ll make arrangements. Everything will be replaced, every cost covered.” His voice was brisk, business-like, as though running down figures on a ledger. “Don’t bother,” Kaelani said quickly, her tone sharper than intended. She folded her arms tight across her chest. “Just leave it.” Jace exhaled, lowering his hands from his hips. His gaze softened, just a fraction, as he gestured toward the sitting area. “Can we sit?” Kaelani hesitated, then gave a small nod. She perched on the armchair nearest the window, tucking her legs beneath her, while Jace settled onto the couch opposite, his posture still sharp but less imposing. He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. “Let’s start properly.” His voice was low, measured. “I’m Beta Jace…” He paused, as though weighing how much to reveal. “…of Blackthorn Pack. And, well—you’ve already met Alpha Julian Hale.” Her stomach clenched at the name. She kept her face carefully blank. “And you are?” Jace asked gently. Her fingers tightened against the armrest. “Kaelani.” She left it at that. No last name—because there wasn’t one, aside from the one she created to blend into the human world. Jace studied her for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Forgive me if this sounds blunt, but… why is a Lycan like you living among humans?” The question cut sharp, though his tone carried no malice—only genuine confusion. Kaelani’s mouth went dry. She wanted to look away, but his gaze held hers, steady and searching. Slowly, she drew a breath. “Because I don’t belong to a pack,” she said at last, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. Jace’s brow furrowed. “Impossible. Every wolf has a pack.” “Not me.” Her laugh was hallow. “My wolf never awakened. When I turned eighteen, my Alpha ordered a DNA analysis—just to be certain. It confirmed what he’d always suspected: I was human.” She exhaled sharply. “So they exiled me. Said I was a mistake—just an orphan girl abandoned on their land. Gave me money and sent me on my way.” She lifted her chin, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “That’s why I live among humans. Because to your kind, I was never one of you.” Jace leaned back slowly, the weight of her confession settling heavy between them. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those betrayed something like pity. “And yet,” he said quietly, “your heat was strong enough to trigger an Alpha’s rut.” His gaze sharpened, no longer just sympathetic but probing, calculating. “That doesn’t happen to humans.” Kaelani stiffened. The words pierced straight through her chest, because he was right. No matter how many times she’d told herself she was human, deep down she had always known something was—different. Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow. “I didn’t ask for this,” she whispered. “I don’t understand it myself.” Jace’s expression softened, just slightly. “I know.” His voice was quiet, almost careful. “But the truth is, Kaelani… whether you asked for it or not, it happened. And in our world, what happened between you and my Alpha is a very big deal for someone like him… it can’t get out. Not to the council. Not to anyone. Do you understand?” “I don’t want it getting out either,” Kaelani said quickly. Her voice was steady, but her fingers twisted against her knee. “I’m not ignorant to the ways of wolves. I know his mark will fade—because I couldn’t mark him back. And I’m on birth control… so the chance of pregnancy is low.” She exhaled through her nose, steady but quiet. Thank the Goddess Tessa had talked her into going on the pill a few months ago—“just in case,” she’d said, nudging with a wink. Kaelani had rolled her eyes at the time. She was twenty-three. A virgin. Careful with her time. Cautious with her body. Practically allergic to attachment. She let people close the way others approached fireflies—briefly, at arm’s length, never quite touching the glow. Still, something in her had known it was only a matter of time. Jace’s brows lifted slightly. “Human contraception or Lycan?” “Human, of course,” she said, a little too fast. He exhaled. “Ninety-one percent effective in humans, give or take with perfect use. For Lycans?” He paused, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Drop that by about twenty percent.” Her stomach fluttered—but she held his gaze, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. “Still low,” she murmured. “I’ll get the morning-after pill too. Still, his Beta instincts pressed. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, gaze steady. “And how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won’t blackmail him later? Do you want money?” Kaelani’s head snapped up, eyes flashing. “No.” The word was sharp, almost cutting. “I don’t want his money. I only want secrecy.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. “If the Lycan Council learns that a wolf-less omega triggered an Alpha’s rut, they’ll force me back to my pack. And I will never go back there.” Her voice cracked on the last word, but her eyes blazed with conviction. Jace sat back slowly, studying her. And for the first time since he walked into her home, something like respect glimmered in his expression.