POV: Nyra
The pull wasn’t just emotional anymore.
It was primal. Carnal. A need that lived in her blood, humming louder each time Kael came near.
Her wolf had started whispering. Not in words—but in urges. She wanted to bare her neck to him, to run wild in the forest at night. And sometimes… she wanted to crawl into his lap and let him tear her apart.
Nyra paced the stone balcony just off her chamber, biting her lip as she watched the sparring fields below. Warriors trained hard, but some cast glances toward her window. She didn’t have to hear the words to know they doubted her.
She didn’t belong. Not fully. Not yet.
“You keep glaring like that, and one of them might wet himself.”
She turned. Lucan leaned against the archway, arms folded, the smirk on his lips a familiar comfort.
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