Chapter 83
Clara’s POV
I stood there, frozen, my mind struggling to process what I’d just heard.
“No. You’re Joking.” Lfinally managed to say, my voice stilt, a breathless neler to it.
Jory stepped closer, his hands gipping my shoulders as if holding onto something–anything to keep me grounded. His expression was frantic, ove anxiety bleeding through his word.
“Listen to me, Elara. I know this poison. It’s lethal to regular wolves, but not Alphas. His blooding it fights back. His wolf, it craves—“He cut hi eyes wild. “It wants… you. To “He trailed off, his face light, pleading. “You need to stay away from him. Before it’s too late.
Hook a step back, my mind whirling I wasn’t sure if I en pei, confusion, or something else entirely
“Thanks for the heads up, I muttered, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
Jory flinched as if I’d slapped him. “That’s it?” His voice cracked. “You’re just going to stand there and let him–let him—”
“Let him what?” I snapped, eyes narrowing, the coldness in my tone catching him off guard.
Jory recoiled, his mouth opening but words failed him. “1–don’t want you to go through that again,” he finally whispered, his voice barely audible. “You
deserve better than-”
“I decide what I deserve, Jory.”
I met his gaze, my voice steady, but the words were sharp enough to cut through the tension between us. “I know what you think you’re trying to protect me from. But this is my choice. And I don’t need you to make it for me.”
He finched, stepping back as though I’d wounded him.
“I trust you, Jory. You’re not the mole. You’re more than a friend, more than a brother” I paused, letting my words sink in. “But that’s where it ends.”
His lips parted, but I turned away before he could say anything else. The cool night air greeted me as I stepped back into the tent. Thome was still there, sprawled on the carpet, his face a mask of exhaustion
I couldn’t stop my eyes from lingering on him as I crossed the room. Something was off. He looked flushed, almost feverish.
“What did he want?” i
nt?” His voice was strained as he forced the words out, his eyes sharp as he watched me sit by his side.
I ignored his question, smiling softly as I reached for the bandages. I didn’t need to answer. I could feel his gazes on me as I wrapped the cloth around his wound, but it was his breath, ragged and heavy, that made my stomach tighten.
“I told you not to talk to him,” Thorne muttered, his voice rough as his bloodshot eyes stared at me
I didn’t answer immediately. My fingers brushed against his chest as I finished tying the bandage, my hand lingering for a moment longer than necessa
“You feeling anything strange, Thome?” I asked, keeping my voice low, almost a whisper,
His body tensed. The tension between us thickened, like static in the air. I could feel his pulse beneath my fingertips, quick
“L” His voice faltered. He grabbed my wrist, his grip fierce, and brought my hand to his lips.
“I feel something,” he groaned, his eyes clenched shut as he struggled to maintain control” can’t. I don’t—”
tic.
His struggle didn’t go unnoticed. The beast inside him was trying to break free, and I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his breathing
turned shallow.
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I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Jory told me something” I whispered, “He told me that the poison
hang between us, knowing the weight of my words would land,
Thome stilled, his body going rigid beneath me. His eyes mapped open, hunger flashing in them
“You know that?” His voice dropped, dark and desperate. “And you’re still here?” He moved closer, his body practically vibrating with the himself back. “Elara, I can’t. I can’t keep this under control.”
“Then don’t.”
kissed him, soft and fierce.
His lips were on mine in a second, desperate, hungry. He pushed me back, the intensity of his touch overwhelming. His hands moved down my body. urgent and streng, pulling me into him as if there was no other way to exist.
He pinned me down, his breath hot against my skin,
“This isn’t going to be gentle,” he warned, voice rough as he spoke through clenched teeth.
“I don’t want gentle,” I murmured, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
It had been far too long. I could feel the heat between us, the need, the faw tension that had been building ever since we’d been forced apart
He pulled me closer, the rust from the battlefield still clinging to our skin, making it all feel wilder, more urgent.
His hands were everywhere, moving with unrelenting force. His body, hot and hard, pressed into mine, driving me mad with each shift.
He groaned as he slid into me, and the world seemed to disappear. There was only us. Only the frantic, desperate connection
My body was on fire, the sensation overwhelming. The pleasure was almost too much, too intense. His name escaped my lips in a breathless whisper.
“Thome..”
He didn’t slow. His hips slammed into mine, his hands gripping me, pulling me tighter.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say my name.”
“Thome, yes,
He quickened his pace, his body a relentless force. My mind spun. I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything but him. My body moved with his, every inch of
me craving more.
it coiling inside, growing, and with one final push, shattered.
The pressure built. I felt it collin
His name fell from my lips as I came, the sensation washing over me in waves. He didn’t stop, driving me higher, the heat between us sparking somethin
more.
I barely had time to catch my breath before he came too, his body tensing as he filled me completely.
We collapsed together, our bodies still shaking, as we lay there, breathless and tangled in each other.
Thorne buried his face in my neck, his fangs grazing my skin. He nipped at the delicate flesh there, his woll’s instinct taking claimed me.
I pushed him away, but he only pulled me back, his eyes dark with desire.
“You belong to me, Elara,” he said softly, voice thick with longing, “forever.”
I smiled, brushing my fingers through his hair. “We’ll see about that,” I whispered.
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He kissed me again, and the night stretched on,
AD
