When Choice Ends
Chapter 30 It doesn’t arrive all at once. It builds. Rowan feels it first—deep in his chest, beneath control, beneath thought. The pull tightens, no longer asking, no longer waiting for permission. Not hunger. Not desire. Alignment. Vargan lifts his head inside him, utterly still. The balance is locking, the wolf says. We can’t keep circling. Rowan exhales slowly, bracing himself against the stone wall of his quarters as the territory hums in response. The bond has changed tone—no longer patient, no longer distant. Insistent. Across the city, Zainab stops mid-step. Her breath catches, fingers curling instinctively over her heart as warmth spreads outward—steady, grounding, undeniable. This isn’t panic. This isn’t fear. This is recognition turning into demand. “Oh,” she whispe
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