The pack can smell it before she steps into the ring.
Lust. Challenge. Defiance.
Vera’s drenched before she even rips off her shirt.
It’s not about possession.
Not just.
It’s about taunting Rael to prove—right there in front of his wolves—that she still belongs to him. After all he did to her on that altar.
That aftercare and gentle kisses can’t change the fact that she’s a depraved, ruined little slut who can’t stop leaking for the Alpha.
And Rael?
He’s already eyeing her.
Bare-chested. Bloody knuckled. c**k semi-hard from the sparring match and the scent of her.
The second she tosses down her shirt and strips off her boots, barefoot now, stepping into the circle of the ring, the arena fills back in.
Packmates circle.
Not to watch a fight.
To watch her get f****d up.
“Ready
