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Fenris didn’t move. 

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Yvara’s words hung in the heavy, heated air of the den, but he completely ignored her. He kept his massive weight pressed flush against me, trapping me against the edge of the heavy oak desk. His hand was still buried inside my torn pants. Two of his thick fingers were still buried deep inside my wet core. 

He slowly turned his head away from the door and looked back down at me. His chest was heaving. His pale grey eyes were entirely swallowed by blown, pitch-black pupils. 

I stopped breathing. For a split second, I actually thought he was going to tell his second-in-command to get the fuck out and finish what he started right in front of her. The sheer, predatory dominance radiating off him made my skin burn. 

Instead, Fenris closed his eyes. He let out a harsh, jagged breath through his nose. The muscle in his jaw flexed so hard I thought his teeth were going to crack. 

He slowly pulled his hand out of my pants. 

The wet, slick sound of his fingers sliding out of my body echoed loudly in the quiet room. A sharp, desperate whine caught in the back of my throat. I hated the sudden emptiness. I clamped my thighs together purely on instinct. 

Fenris stepped back. He wiped his shining fingers on a cloth resting on the desk. He didn’t look at Yvara. He looked down at my pants. The thick leather laces on the sides were completely snapped. The front gaped open, hanging precariously off my hips. 

He reached across the desk, grabbed a thin spool of heavy black twine he used for fletching arrows, and 

tossed it to me. 

“Fix your pants,” Fenris said. His voice was a deep, violently restrained growl. 

He turned around and finally looked at Yvara. He aggressively buckled his own belt, the heavy metal clasp hitting the leather with a loud snap. “What is it?” 

Yvara didn’t bat an eye at his tone. She uncrossed her arms. “The Valdris caravan arrived. Your future father-in-law sent the dowry. And the Queen is currently throwing a massive fit in the center of the Great 

Hall.” 

Fenris ran a heavy hand through his dark, messy hair. He looked back at me. I was frantically threading the twine through the metal eyelets of my leather pants, tying a tight knot at my hip so they wouldn’t fall down to my knees. 

“Let’s go,” Fenris muttered. 

I hopped off the desk. My legs felt incredibly weak. Every step I took toward the door sent a sharp pulse of friction directly into my swollen, over-sensitive clitoris. It was a brutal, physical reminder of what had 

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Bram walked past me. He didn’t look at Fenris. He pulled out the heavy wooden chair next to Chief Vane 

and sat down heavily 

Vane looked up from his plate. He stared at Bram for a long, agonizing second 

I stopped breathing Underneath the table, Fenris’s fingers twitched toward the hunting knife strapped to 

his thigh 

Vane leaned closer to Bram. The scarred elder sniffed the air casually. 

“You look like shit this morning, Kael,” Vane grunted, tearing a piece of meat off a bone with his teeth 

Bram scowled. He deepened his voice, perfectly matching Kael’s rough, bitter register. “The eastern watchtowers are freezing, Vane. There is a draft in my quarters that cuts straight to the fucking bone barely slept.” 

Vane let out a loud, barking laugh. He reached over and clapped Bram hard on the shoulder. 

“Drink your ale,” Vane said, completely dismissing the complaint. “The Alpha announces the wedding today. We need to be ready.” 

It worked. 

The scent blocker held. Vane bought the act completely. The man sitting next to him was a dead man, and the elder had absolutely no idea. The coup was silently, brutally dismantled from the inside. Kael’s household, his votes, and his influence now belonged entirely to Fenris. 

I let out a slow, trembling exhale through my nose. The suffocating knot of panic in my chest finally began to loosen. 

I turned my head slightly and looked at Fenris. 

Fenris was already looking at me. His pale grey eyes were intense. There was no anger. There was no judgment. There was only a dark, heavy understanding passing between us. We shared a violent, 

unforgivable secret. We were bound together by blood and fire before we ever swore a single vow 

He didn’t say a word. He just reached under the table, found my hand resting on my thigh, and intertwined his thick, calloused fingers firmly with mine. 

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