Chapter 0201

Seraphina's voice is pure magic. Holy hell. That ethereal sound wraps around me like silk. While she sings, I search the lyrics and confirm my guess—it's "Nocturne." Not my usual taste, but when my mate sings, I'd listen to nursery rhymes on repeat.

Her final note lingers in the air. I press my lips to her crown. "You're divine."

Storm-cloud eyes blink up at me. "Mom was the real talent. Glad some of it stuck."

I queue similar songs at low volume, setting my phone aside. One hand cradles hers while the other tangles in her hair, massaging her scalp. She melts against me like warm honey. Soon, her breathing deepens, her weight solid against my chest. Even after tonight's chaos, holding her feels like coming home.

My mind shifts to tomorrow's training. A quick mind-link to Nathaniel: Get her a swimsuit. I've cleared my schedule to take her shopping after Gregory puts her through her paces. Then my thoughts darken—those bloodsuckers won't get another shot at her.

Dorian's growl vibrates through my skull. They'll bleed for touching our mate.

Damn right. I need intel—coven structures, numbers, attack patterns. They'll come. It's not if, but when. Earlier, I'd put out feelers for Genevieve, but radio silence so far.

Responsibilities pile up in my head—pack security, border patrols, not overloading Nathaniel or Donovan. Once Seraphina accepts the bond, we'll plan her Luna ceremony. The title might intimidate her, but her mere presence steadies me. Makes leading easier.

Then there's Victor. Two weeks since I've visited the cells. Tomorrow, after dropping Seraphina with Gregory, I'll rectify that. Her absence from the packhouse provides the perfect window. Last thing I need is her seeing me splattered with that traitor's blood.

Plans set, I drift off to Seraphina's phantom lullaby.

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She's riding me hard. Goddess above, the way she moves—hips rolling, breasts bouncing as my hands claim every inch. A sharp pinch to her nipple draws sinful moans. I latch onto the other peak, and her fingers fist in my hair, holding me captive. Her pace turns frantic. I'm close. So fucking close.

I wake with a jolt, hips jerking, as pleasure detonates through me. What the actual hell?

Disorientation fades into grim amusement. First wet dream since puberty, and of course it's her. I glance down—thank the moon, she's still asleep, but her thigh is wedged against my straining erection. These sweatpants just earned their keep.

A soft whimper escapes her. Oh? Seems I'm not the only one dreaming dirty. My softening length frustrates her quest for release, but those breathy little sounds have me hardening again. Gently, I slide a hand between us.