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“You taste so good,” he growled against my skin. “Mine. All mine.” 

“Yes,” I gasped, beyond caring about anything except the way he was making me feel. “Yours.” 

I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. My inner walls started to flutter around him, and he groaned in response. 

Clam 

“Come for me, love,” he commanded, his voice tight with his own approaching climax. “Let me feel 

that little p***y milking all of my cum.” 

The dirty words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as the orgasm crashed through me. My body clenched around him so tightly that he followed immediately after, his own release tearing through him with devastating force. 

I felt his knot swell inside me again, locking us together as he emptied himself deep inside me. The sensation was becoming familiar, but no less intense. We stayed connected in the cool water, both of us breathing hard and clinging to each other. He pressed reverent kisses to my mark, his tongue laving over the bite with such tenderness that my chest ached. 

“I love watching you come apart for me,” he murmured against my skin. “The sounds you make, the way your body responds to mine. It might be the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” 

“Good thing,” I said breathlessly, “because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.” 

His eyes flashed with satisfaction. “And I’ll never get enough of you.” 

When his knot finally subsided, he carried me to the shallower water and helped me clean up, his hands gentle and reverent as they moved over my body. The care he showed me, the way he worshipped every inch of my skin, made my heart flutter. This had nothing to do with physical 

desire. 

I looked at him with what must have been complete adoration, unable to believe this incredible 

man was mine. I’d never felt happier in my entire life. 

Which was exactly why the guilt crept in. 

There was a literal war brewing between our people, My aunties were likely captured or worse. My pack was in danger, probably wondering if I was dead or alive. And here I was, having the best sex 

of my life-well, the only sex of my life, with the enemy king. 

What kind of person did that make me? What kind of daughter, pack member, leader? 

My mood shifted like a switch being flipped, and Kane must have sensed it because he wrapped 

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his arms around me from behind, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. 

Clan 

“Just thinking about everything waiting for us,” I said, leaning back against his chest. “My aunts are probably being tortured right now, and I’m here playing house with you.” 

“You’re not playing house,” he said firmly. “Because we don’t have a house. But we’re just enjoying 

our company and this connection between us while we travel to your pack, love. There’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“Isn’t there?” I turned in his arms to face him. “People are dying, Kane. My people. Maybe your 

people too.” 

His jaw tightened. “We’ll figure it out. Together.” 

“Will we? Because last I checked, your son is the one causing all this chaos.” 

Pain flashed across his features, and I immediately felt bad for bringing up Kellan. But the reality of our situation couldn’t be ignored forever. 

“I know,” he said quietly. “And I plan to deal with him.” 

“How? You’ve been gone for-” I caught myself before lashing out at him. “He probably has loyalists who won’t just step aside because daddy came home.” 

“Then I’ll remind them who their real king is,” he said, and for a moment I saw the ruler he used to be. The commanding presence that had once led an entire kingdom. 

But then his expression softened as he looked at me. “Whatever happens, I won’t let anything happen to you. Or your family.” 

“You can’t promise that.” 

“I can and I do,” he said with absolute certainty. “You’re mine now, Simone. That means your pack 

is under my protection.” 

The possessive declaration filled me with warmth. This man… Would go to war for me. Hell, he probably would go to war for people he’d never met just because they mattered to me. 

He didn’t push for more conversation, just held me while I wrestled with my conflicted emotions. 

We grabbed our clothes and crossed the river, both of us quieter now. The reality of our situation was starting to sink in, and I could feel the weight of responsibility settling back on my shoulders. 

Kane quietly began to make camp again, searching for moss and leaves to craft another makeshift bed. I watched him work, marveling at how domestic this felt despite the fact that we were 

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fugitives sleeping rough in the woods. 

When the bed was finished, he lay beside me, unusually quiet. I could see him thinking, working through something in his mind. 

Clavers 

Then he reached into a small pouch I hadn’t noticed before inside the front pocket of his bag, and pulled out a ring. It was breathtaking, a delicate band with diamonds and amethysts that caught 

the fading sunlight. 

I gasped. “Where did you get that?” 

“I…just had it,” he said softly. “I’ve carried it with me all these years. I want you to have it. As a promise.” 

My throat tightened. “A promise?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. 

“That you’ll always be mine, and I yours,” he said, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that 

took my breath away. 

My heart clenched. This man was nothing like I’d expected. The dangerous, feral king I’d first encountered had revealed himself to be thoughtful, protective, and completely devoted to me. The mate bond was no longer something I could pretend to fight. 

I wanted him. Forever. 

“Yes,” I whispered, holding out my hand so he could slide the ring onto my finger. 

It fit perfectly, the stones shining as I admired it. But more than the beauty of the ring, it was what 

it represented that mattered. A promise. A future. A commitment that went beyond just the physical bond we’d formed. 

“It’s stunning, thank you, Kane,” I said, turning my hand to watch the light play across the stones 

again. “I love it.” 

“I’m glad you like it. And it’s not as stunning as you, little wolf” he said, and I bit my lip to fight the 

smile that wanted to bloom. 

I was so, so fucked. 

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