Kael’s POV
Once Roman left, I stood staring at the door of the house, my fists tight at my sides. I was barely holding myself together. Her scent was everywhere—rich, wild, and merciless—and it was driving me to the edge of reason.
I didn’t want to rush. I didn’t want to lose my mind. For Roman’s sake, I had been holding back, respecting the mark he had placed on her. But deep in my chest, where my wolf stirred, I had already decided: it should be me. I should be the one to mate with her. She had always been mine—my responsibility first.
Their leaving had made it easier, though not by much. Now the most difficult part remained. I had to go to her. I had to claim her. She would hate me more for it, but I was ready for her hate. Rafe was right—her safety came first. And I owed her. For everything I had taken from her, from us both, I had to make it right.
I would mark her. She would be my mate. The thing I had denied for so long would finally be done.
I stepped toward the door, each movement heavy, as if chains were bound to my feet. Inside, my wolf purred and growled, impatient with my restraint. It wanted her now, fast, rough. But I held it back. I couldn’t lose control. I couldn’t hurt her.
Alphas could be ruthless when mating with a female in heat—especially a top-tier Alpha like me, no less than a beast in the throes of instinct.
But I would not be a beast to her. I would be her mate, her protector. I would take care of her, guide her through it, love her the way she deserved, even if it killed me to hold back.
I reached the door, my hands trembling as I pushed it open, straining with the restraint it took not to rip it apart with my claws. I pushed open it, finally.
The moment the air inside hit me, her scent coiled tighter around me—sweet, savage, merciless. It dragged me under until my body shuddered violently, the beast inside me roaring free. My vision blurred, my wolf growled and purred in the same breath, drunk on her presence. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
I clenched my jaw, forcing every ounce of my will to the surface.
My gaze swept the drawing room, searching. She wasn’t there. My ears rang with the thunder of my heartbeat, my senses sharpened to a blade’s edge. Then I caught it—the faint rhythm of her breath, the restless shift of her body, a sound that sliced through my senses.
My eyes locked on the bookcase. The hidden place. She was there, just beyond the wall. She must have believed that secret room could hold her scent, conceal her from us. But it failed her. It failed her against me.
My legs moved of their own accord, dragging me closer, every step heavy with the weight of desire and restraint. I pressed the book that unlocked the mechanism, and the hidden door swung open.
The scent slammed into me, stronger, rawer, more consuming than before. It nearly devoured me whole.


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