Chapter Thrity: Pushing Limits
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Claire stood on the training field, sweat dripping from her brow as she landed another precise strike against the training dummy. The late afternoon sun blazed overhead, and the warriors scattered around her were locked in their own drills. Yet, despite the flurry of activity, Claire’s focus was razor-sharp.
She needed it to be.
The mate bond with Evan was relentless. It simmered under her skin, a constant hum that grew louder every time he was near. Which, unfortunately, was often.
“Focus, Claire!” Sarah’s voice called out as she ducked and dodged through a series of punches with another warrior nearby.
Claire gritted her teeth, forcing herself to refocus on her task. She stepped back, recalibrated her stance, and launched into a flurry of kicks, each one hitting its target with precision.
But her mind wasn’t entirely on training.
Evan. Always Evan.
Since their return from the vacation, things had been intense. They were both preparing for the mating ceremony, navigating the overwhelming logistics of bringing two lives—and two roles—together. Meetings with the pack council, approving ceremonial traditions, ensuring security for the event, and managing the day-to-day operations of the pack. It left little time to breathe, but that was what they needed.
Idle moments were dangerous.
Claire couldn’t even begin to count how many times she’d caught Evan staring at her during meetings, his eyes dark with desire. Or how many nights she’d lain awake, her body aching with the need to feel him close.
“Claire!” Sarah’s voice cut through her thoughts again.
She blinked, realizing she’d missed her last strike. Turning, she found Sarah smirking at her.
“Distracted, much?” Sarah teased, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Claire huffed. “I’m fine.”
“Sure you are. That training dummy says otherwise.”
Claire scowled but couldn’t stop the flush from creeping up her neck. She grabbed her water bottle and took a long sip, grateful for the distraction.
“Let me guess,” Sarah continued, her tone playful. “Evan?”
“Drop it,” Claire warned, though her lips twitched in a reluctant smile.
Sarah raised her hands in surrender, laughing. “Fine, fine. But seriously, you’ve been intense lately. More than usual.”
“I have a lot to think about,” Claire said, her tone softening.
Sarah’s teasing expression melted into something more thoughtful. “You’re going to be fine, Claire. The ceremony, the mate bond, being Luna—it’ll all work out.”
Claire nodded, though her stomach still churned at the thought. “I hope so.”
Sarah gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before returning to her own sparring partner, leaving Claire to her thoughts.
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Later that evening, Claire found herself in Evan’s office again. He was at his desk, poring over a stack of documents. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and Claire felt that familiar pang in her chest.
She stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him. The way his hands moved as he flipped through the papers, the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. She swallowed hard, feeling the mate bond tug at her, urging her to go to him.
“Are you going to stand there all night?” Evan’s voice broke the silence, his lips quirking into a small smile as he glanced up at her.
Claire stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You’re never an interruption,” he said, his voice softer now.
She crossed the room, sitting in the chair across from him. “Busy?”
“Always,” he said with a smirk, pushing the papers aside. “But I could use a break.”
Claire hesitated, studying him. He looked tired, the weight of the pack resting heavily on his shoulders.
“You’re working yourself too hard,” she said.
“So are you.”
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The bond between them pulsed, stronger than ever, filling the space with an electric charge.
Evan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Three more weeks.”
Claire nodded, though her body protested. Three weeks felt like an eternity.
“How are you holding up?” he asked, his gaze searching hers.
She shrugged, leaning back in her chair. “Throwing myself into training helps.”
“Same,” Evan said with a wry smile.
They fell into a companionable silence, the unspoken tension hanging between them.
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As the days passed, the preparations continued. Claire and Evan worked tirelessly, pouring their energy into ensuring the ceremony would be perfect. But no matter how busy they were, the bond was always there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment they finally gave in.
And that moment felt closer with every passing day.
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