They dressed in silence.
Not because there was tension.
Because there was too much heat left behind.
Every time Kael looked at her, his jaw clenched like he was one second away from dragging her back to the floor and doing it all over again. His shirt hung open. The bite mark on his shoulder still glowed faintly, raw and red. Claimed.
Vireya's skin still tingled from the bond still slick with his scent, her legs unsteady, her throat marked.
She wasn't just dressed in power now.
She was power.
Iska was waiting when they opened the door.
Her eyes swept over them once—Kael with the glow of a man barely holding back his wolf, Vireya with flushed cheeks, sharp posture, and that faint f*****g smirk of a woman who just broke the world open with her thighs.
Iska didn't blink.
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