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Fenrir POVNext morning.
My office.
Gr
š Arria POV I woke slowly. Hazily. Drifting out of a beautiful dream about blue flowers and a man of steel protecting them with his life. Not just any manāmy mate. A soft smile spread over my face. Fenrir had that terrifying ability to make me fall for him a little more every single day. I snuggled closer and brushed my nose over his neck, taking in his scent. It was addictive. And I was sleepy. So when my fingers started drawing lazy patterns over his back, moving lower and lower, it had nothing to do with a conscious decision. It was just the need to feel him. Unhurriedly, I reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. At first, it was barely a touch. A whisper of my fingertips over him. But his skin was warm and taut over muscle, and he did not stir, so my palm flattened on his back. Mine. The thought settled deep inside me, and I resumed my absentminded exploration of the hard lines beneath his skin. A work of art. That was what he was. I had seen h
š Arria POV āThen I will have to keep proving myself worthy of such sacrifice,ā he said, warmth hidden under his usual calm. āLetās go to the meadow for a late lunch, and we will do the work later.ā āAre you sure we have time for this?ā He just gave me his usual I-know-what-I-am-talking-about look. āOkay then.ā We took one of the baskets with food I had been given and some water, and we left the house. The walk was easy. We did not talk about poisons or reconstruction. He asked about my day at school, and I told him about it and about one specific child who had proudly shown me a seedling planted upside down and insisted it was simply āthinking differently.ā Fenrirās mouth twitched a few times, but he kept silent and listened with interest. āBy the end, he had almost convinced me it was possible,ā I finished with a smile just before we entered the meadow. Fenrir walked straight toward the far end, where we usually settled ināunder the patterned shade of one particular sycam
š Arria POV I saw the pile of folders awaiting Fenrirās review and signature while he was carrying me upstairs. So, after taking a bath, I went downstairs to help him with the paperwork. He was hunched over the kitchen table, working. It was obvious he was uncomfortable there, but he kept doing it anyway. I did not need to ask whyāhe had started coming the day after I told him his office did not have enough space for both of us and that I would be working from here. It warmed my heart to know he preferred my presence over the comfort of his own working space, but it could not go on like this any longer. I stepped behind the chair he was sitting on and slipped my hands around his neck and over his chest. āWe should think of another way,ā I told him. āThe table is not suitable for someone as big as you.ā He signed the page he was reading, put everything down, and placed his warm palms over my arms. āIt took you a whole week to take pity on me,ā he said matter-of-factly. I sti
š Fenrir POV There was a knock at the front door.Greg.āCome in,ā I invited him.āMorning,ā he started speaking from the door, not even waiting to reach the kitchen. āWe finished for today.āIt was Saturday.No meetings.No reports planned.Still, he was here.That meant news.āMorning,ā I said and raised my head to meet his gaze.He held it for a few seconds, then broke the contact, lowering his head.Guilty.I had triggered him with my command yesterday.I had expected the results today.Had he overdone it?āDid he hurt Arria?ā Alaric rumbled in my mind.āArriaās decision to take the poison is too risky,ā he started. āI know you agreed with it but Iā¦āSo, he thought I had somehow settled with her decision.I had not.But she would have taken everything I said as overprotectiveness on my side.So I had found another way.I used him.Gregory might look easy on the surface, but he was one hell of an opponent.When he believed something, he was relentless.Jokes, punches, or logic,
Apparently, it was time to put Fenrirās advice into use.After that day, when he told me I would have to break Gregās sequences instead of waiting for an opening, I had been seriously analysing how to do it.And I had come to the conclusion that there was only one possible way.But first, I would try my luck and see if I could catch him off guard.Greg attacked.The first strike came from the right.I ducked.The second came lower.I stepped back.Then his weight shifted onto his left hip.That was what I had been waiting forāa side kick.Instead of retreating, I moved in.Sideways.Wrong direction for survival.Right direction for surprise.His leg cut toward me, but I blocked from an angle he had not expected and used the force of his own strike to push his balance off center.At the same time, I drove my elbow toward him.For one impossible heartbeat, I thought I had him.I did not.He stepped back just enough and twisted his body away from my strike before it could land.I glared
The next morning.Greg was different.I felt it before I understood it.There was no teasing smile.No lazy comment.No exaggerated bow.No dramatic complaint about being forced to train me.He only stepped into the improvised ring, rolled his shoulders once, and looked at me.āReady?āI nodded.He moved.Fast.Too fast.His fist stopped a breath away from my cheek.I froze.āAgain,ā he said.Then he attacked.Every step.Every turn.Every elegant shift of his body showed me exactly how easy it would be to defeat me.He did not hit me.Not once.He kept the rule.But somehow, that made it worse.His fist stopped a hairbreadth from my face.His elbow passed close enough to my ribs for my body to feel the threat of it.His knee cut toward my stomach and stopped before impact.I blocked one strike, missed the second, and barely twisted away from the third.āWhyāā I dodged a hook from the left. āAre you angry?āNothing in his expression suggested he had heard me.He kept pushing me back.
The pack was left in the hands of the Beta family. Again. And I was left to think about what to do from now on. There was a huge possibility that I would never be truly a werewolf. In fact, according to our history 18th was the last threshold. My parents' obsession with believing I had a wolf w
Chapter 6 The whip lay coiled on the stone bench beside Aron. For a moment, no one moved. The evening air felt colder than it should have been. The courtyard walls trapped the silence, pressing it down over all of us. I wanted to scream. To tell them how unfair it all was. How none of it had ev
5 days later When I arrived, the yard was empty. The laughter that usually greeted me was gone. Inside, the children were sitting in rows behind desks while an instructor stood in front of the room. āExtra lessons,ā one of the caretakers explained when she noticed me standing by the door. āThe
In the days that followed, changes began to appear everywhere. Patrols along the borders doubled. Training sessions started earlier and ended later. Warriors who had once joked with one another in the yard now moved with a sharper focus. At first the pack welcomed it. Strength always brings comfo







