LOGINTyson goes completely still. Not the controlled stillness of a leader holding himself together.The kind of stillness that comes right before a storm decides where to strike.His eyes lock onto mine. “Say that again,” he says slowly as if he thought he didn’t hear me correctly.My throat tightens, but I don’t look away.“I found where the rogues are hiding.”Aiden’s posture straightens immediately.The guards behind Tyson shift uneasily.Tyson doesn’t blink, doesn’t move.Just studies me like he’s trying to decide whether to be furious again, kill me himself or kiss me.“…You went into rogue territory,” he says slowly.“I didn’t go far..”“That is not what I asked.”The tone makes my words die in my throat.I lift my chin slightly anyway. “Yes.”A sharp inhale from someone behind him, Tyson closes his eyes for half a second.Just one.When he opens them again, the anger is still there,but it’s buried under something heavier.Calculation.Focus.As if he has decided to get the informa
By the time I return to the compound, the sky has already shifted into deep night.Too late.The moment I step past the outer guards, I feel it. The atmosphere is wrong, like the entire place is holding its breath and refusing to exhale.Then I hear it.A voice.A roar of command that shakes the corridor walls.“You three were supposed to guide her!”I freeze.Oh.That’s… not good.Because I recognize that voice instantly.TysonI don’t even need to see him to know what he looks like right now. A wolf whose mate has gone missing doesn’t behave like a man anymore.He behaves like something restrained by thin threads of control. A wolf in that state does not sleep.Does not eat.Does not think clearly.His instincts override logic. He tracks scent patterns obsessively, replaying every second he last had his mate in sight.He becomes hyper-aware of sound, movement, presence.And worst of all he becomes possessive in panic.Not gentle possessiveness, not romantic.Territorial devastations
The BreechThe attack comes just after sunrise.No warning, no negotiation. Just blood in motion.The rogue wolves hit the eastern border like they’ve done it before, like they’ve studied our patterns, our rhythms, our weaknesses. The alarm howls through the compound, sharp enough to shake the bones of every guard on duty.I’m already moving before anyone tells me to, but I’m not moving with them, not this time, this time, I hang back, out of sight.Out of order. I can feel him immediately.Tyson His presence snaps through the bond like a warning flare.Stay inside the perimeter.His voice doesn’t even need words anymore. It presses straight into my mind, tight and absolute.I almost roll my eyes out loud.Of course he still thinks the safest place for me is behind him, out of reach, out of danger, out of everything that actually matters.I grip the edge of the wall, watching the chaos unfold ahead. I’m not a woman who allows her mate to go into battle while she sits back and twiddle
Tyson refuses to leave the bed the next morning. I finally kick him out of the bed because he refuses to, we have sex in so many positions, some of them I never would believe it was possible.I am now too sore for any more sex. But I am sore and happy, satisfied and glowing. That glow you can only get from mind-blowing sex.Over the next days, I stop fighting sleep. Because sleep doesn’t feel like escape anymore. It feels like falling into something warm.Safe.Shared.The house changes too in subtle ways. The tension in the pack shifts, less pressure.Tyson is always near, not suffocating. Just… present. And I love it because, for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely.Like a constant gravity I’ve stopped resisting. And every time I look at him, something inside me settles. Something deep and unfamiliar:Peace.There are moments, long stretches of time where words aren’t necessary at all. Just looks. Just proximity. Just understanding.And when we are alone, the bond be
I grab Tyson’s shirt and bend my head as if to kiss him, but end up breathing into him, my mouth just a breath from his. And then something in Tyson shifts. He closes his eyes for a second and when he opens them, I nearly collapse from the weight of his emotions.His hand moves first, closing gently around my wrist.Not pulling, just holding. Like he’s asking without words.My breath catches.“Tyson…” I whisper softly. His name feels different now.His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he leans in slightly, his voice dropping lower than before.“Say it again,” he says.I blink. “Say what?”“My name,” he replies quietly. “Like that.”My chest tightens. Because I understand exactly what he means.I say it again. “Tyson.”Something in his expression breaks, just slightly. Like that single word undid something he’s been holding together for far too long.And then he moves. Not rushed, not uncontrolled.Just certain.One arm slides behind my back, the other under my knees, lifting me effortlessly
I grab Tyson’s shirt and bend my head as if to kiss him, but end up breathing into him, my mouth just a breath from his. And then something in Tyson shifts. He closes his eyes for a second and when he opens them, I nearly collapse from the weight of his emotions.His hand moves first, closing gently around my wrist.Not pulling, just holding. Like he’s asking without words.My breath catches.“Tyson…” I whisper softly. His name feels different now.His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he leans in slightly, his voice dropping lower than before.“Say it again,” he says.I blink. “Say what?”“My name,” he replies quietly. “Like that.”My chest tightens. Because I understand exactly what he means.I say it again. “Tyson.”Something in his expression breaks, just slightly. Like that single word undid something he’s been holding together for far too long.And then he moves. Not rushed, not uncontrolled.Just certain.One arm slides behind my back, the other under my knees, lifting me effortlessly
The silence that follows feels like it has weight. Like it’s pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe.I don’t realize I’ve stepped back until my shoulder brushes against something solid.Warm and alive. Tyson He doesn’t say anything at first, but I feel it, the shift in him. The way
The door to the Moonhaven packhouse groans shut behind us, and the sound feels final.Like a lock clicking into place.Tyson doesn’t speak. He doesn’t look at me. He just walks, and I follow, because what else am I supposed to do after what Aiden said in there? Wolves don’t date. They claim. My le
Sleep won’t come.I lie there in the room Tyson gave me, staring at the ceiling, my body restless, my mind replaying everything, his voice, his touch, the way he said my name like it meant something more than just… me.It’s suffocating.With a frustrated sigh, I throw the covers off and slip out of
My breath catches. “You don’t know?” he murmurs.My heart starts pounding. “No,” I whisper.He steps closer. Too close.I can feel the heat of him now, the steady rise and fall of his chest. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, every nerve suddenly awake, hyper aware.“You jumped in front o







