**Chapter 13: The Pull**
The bite mark throbbed like a second heartbeat.
Victor had carried me straight from the clearing to our bed, still naked, still trembling from the shift and the claiming. He laid me down like I was made of glass, then spent the rest of the night proving I was made of fire.
By dawn, my thighs were bruised with fingerprints, my lips swollen, and the fresh mating mark on my neck blazed every time his mouth brushed it. The bond hummed between us—golden, alive, impossible to ignore.
I woke to his tongue tracing the bite again.
“Morning, Luna,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and satisfaction.
I rolled on top of him, straddling his hips, and felt him already hard beneath me.
“Morning, Alpha,” I whispered, and sank down slow, taking every inch until we both gro
