Chapter 0099

The moment we step into Evelyn's room, I inhale deeply. Her scent wraps around me like silk. Theron practically vibrates with the urge to roll across her bedspread. I'd join him if it wouldn't make me look like a complete creep. Just imagining our mingled scents marking her sheets sends heat rushing through my veins.

Her teasing question about smelling like brownies makes my lips curl. Me? Reminding her of her favorite dessert? I bury my nose in her hair, breathing her in. Vanilla and wildflower honey - that's what she is to me.

The book passage raises more questions than answers. If only two Guardians have ever existed, how was Evelyn born? Guardians are supposed to be reincarnations of the same wolf spirit. Selene shouldn't exist. And where's the Guardian who should've taken her mother's wolf?

She's absolutely right. Thirteen years is too long for a Guardian's awakening to go unnoticed. That kind of news spreads faster than wildfire. My father would've mentioned it, or at least told Gregory. Unless...

There's one person who might have answers. King Oberon. He possessed this book, after all. But convincing the Fae king to meet with us won't be easy.

I don't want to get Evelyn's hopes up, so I simply ask for her trust and some time to arrange things. Her soft "I trust you" undoes me completely.

The book goes flying as I claim her mouth. No holding back this time. I let my Alpha aura roll over her in waves, something I've always restrained before. But Evelyn isn't some she-wolf who'll get clingy. She can handle me. Needs to handle me. I want her submission, want to feel Selene's surrender alongside hers.

Her arousal perfumes the air, mixing with that intoxicating vanilla-honey scent. The combination threatens to shatter my control. But I rein it in. This isn't about claiming - she's too young for that. But marking? That I can do.

Her breathy moan when my teeth graze her neck sends a growl rumbling through my chest.

Pulling her onto my lap, I trail kisses along her jaw. "You're fucking addictive."

I nip at her throat, tilting her head to expose more skin. These love bites might heal by morning, but my scent will linger for days. And I intend to make sure it's everywhere.

My hand slides up her thigh as I continue my assault on her neck. I need to feel her, to learn every way she responds to my touch. My strong, fierce mate - watching her surrender is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Laying her back on the loveseat gives me better access. I peel down her leggings, slipping a finger beneath her panties. The wetness I find there makes Theron snarl with approval. My little mate is so responsive, so perfect.

When I slide inside her, Selene surges forward. Both parts of my mate giving themselves to Theron and me completely. Now comes the best part - watching her unravel beneath us.