Chapter 0398

The entire situation between Tobias and Elara was both tense and surreal. I'm grateful to my mate, who despite his general dislike for the Sylvan Fae, still contacted King Oberon to find a way to save Elara.

As Tobias leaves with Elara, taking her to his room in the packhouse to recover, I turn to Adrian. "Have I told you recently how incredible you are?" I murmur, pressing closer. "And how lucky I am to have you?"

He pulls me against his chest. "I love you too," he growls, "but you won’t feel so lucky when I tell you I want that damn silver bullet out of your shoulder—now. No more delays."

I laugh softly. "Still lucky." My gaze sweeps the room, searching for any available medics. While we were dealing with Elara, they’d been tending to the injured pack members.

Seraphina steps forward. "I can remove it." She leads us to a private room. I sit on the edge of the bed as she prepares her tools. Leopold enters just as she begins extracting the bullet.

"Fifteen injured wolves," he reports. "Twelve will be released tonight. Three need to stay—silver poisoning." His frown deepens as he watches Seraphina work. "How?"

The truth is, the longer the silver stayed in my flesh, the more it burned. Now that it's out, my healing should kick in fast, and the lingering fatigue from the wolfsbane will fade.

"Perks of being a Guardian," I say, echoing the phrase I’ve grown used to among my sisters.

"How are the other fae?" I ask.

"They’ll recover. Minor injuries. They’re already chattering excitedly about riding wolves." Leopold smirks. "The ones in the bunkers kept the pups entertained too."

"We should reassure them they can always seek refuge here," I say. "They may have offered to guard our lands, but honestly? It’s our duty to protect them. They’re not fighters—they’re watchers. Gentle souls."

I watch as Adrian absorbs this. Our lives have undeniably changed. And apparently, wolves and fae mating isn’t just possible—it was once common. Maybe we should invite them to our next pack gathering.

Wolves are dominant by nature, submitting only within pack hierarchy. The fae? No dominance in them at all. They seem to thrive under protective, possessive wolves—where other supernaturals might rebel.

The thought makes me reflect on my bond with Victor. We’re both Alphas, regardless of his Beta origins. We lead. We command. Yet somehow, we balance. Neither of us forces dominance where it doesn’t belong. When I take charge, he yields—and vice versa. Maybe it’s trust. I trust him to choose what’s best for us, for the pack. He trusts me the same way.

"What’s that look?" Adrian murmurs, closing the distance. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me flush against him. From the corner of my eye, I see Seraphina and Leopold slip out silently.

"I was thinking how perfectly we fit," I admit. "You never suppress my strength. For two Alphas, we’re surprisingly good at not clashing."

"We agree on almost everything—except the fae." His thumb brushes my jaw. "Our goals align. The Moon Goddess knew what she was doing when she led me to you. I never imagined building something this strong, this fast."

I rise onto my toes, capturing his lips. The kiss deepens instantly, his tongue sliding against mine. I let him take control, savoring the possessiveness in every stroke.

When my arousal perfumes the air, his chest vibrates with a low growl. "Little Alpha," he warns, "if we don’t stop now, I’ll take you right over this bed."

I drag my lips to his ear. "Do it."

In a flash, he spins me around, bending me forward. One hand pins me down while the other rucks up my shirt. His palm glides down my spine, slow and deliberate. I glance over my shoulder, watching his gaze darken as it follows his touch.

I arch, offering myself. His fingers trail lower, teasing. "So ready for me."

"Yes," I breathe.

"Can you stay quiet?"

I nod.

"Prove it." Two fingers sink into me, wrenching a whimper from my throat.

His eyes lock onto where his fingers move. "Beautiful. Mine." The growl in his voice makes me clench around him.

Realizing silence will be impossible with shifters just beyond the door, I grab my discarded shirt, biting down on the fabric.

I rock against his hand, demanding more. He obliges, driving me to the edge. Just as my climax hits, he withdraws, shoves down his shorts, and fills me in one thrust.

"Remember," he rasps, gripping my hips, "only I hear you."

His pace is relentless. I clutch the sheets, cresting again and again until I’m a trembling mess.

"Mine!" he snarls, sealing the claim with his teeth in my neck. Pleasure detonates as he spills inside me.

Panting, he licks the mark closed, his body heavy over mine.

"Yes," I sigh, bliss-drunk. "I’m yours. And you’re mine."