<b>Chapter </b><b>10 </b>
<b>Daxon </b><b>POV </b>
The alpha training wing was quiet.
Too quiet.
Everyone else was out drilling or breaking shit in the field, but I’d stayed back. Probably the first time I ever listened to my old man when he said, “Take the heir role seriously.” Whatever. I was bored as hell and halfway through carving a dagger into the desk when it happened.
I smelled her. <fn9557> This update is avable on F?nd-Novel</fn9557>
Wildflowers. Fresh rain on scorched earth. Sweet cinnamon and heat.
It hit me like a sucker punch to the gut.
My wolf, Talon, let out a deafening roar in my head, so loud I actually staggered.
“MATE!”
His voice exploded through me like a lightning strike.
“What the<b>..</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>swore out loud, eyes wide, body going rigid.
I stood so fast my chair crashed backward. Heart racing, vision tunneling<b>, </b>blood pounding in my ears like war drums. That scent was everywhere, on the walls, the floor, in me.
Talon went feral instantly.
“SHE’S HERE. SHE’S OURS.”
“Shut the hell up,” I growled, storming to the ssroom door and yanking it open.
Across the hall. I saw a glimpse.
Silver and blue tipped ck hair disappearing into the ssroom. Elowen.
Fucking Elowen.
It was like someone threw a match into a tank of gasoline.
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Talon lost his damn mind.
“CLAIM HER. MARK HER. NOW.”
<b>“</b><b>I </b>swear to the gods, I will muzzle your ass,” I hissed, pacing like a caged beast.
This couldn’t be real.
Not her.
Not the girl who never bowed.
Never submitted.
Who snapped back when I growled and stared me down like she had nothing to lose.
The one I couldn’t stop thinking about even when I wanted to.
And now the scent was so thick around me I could taste it.
The bond had snapped into ce, clear and vicious and undeniable.
Elowen Skye was mine.
And I wanted to puke.
Or scream.
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Or tear something in half.
Talon rumbled again, his voice deeper<b>, </b>almost purring now. “Perfect. Strong. Ours, Touch her and see..”
“I will punch us both in the throat,” I snarled, mming my hand into the locker beside me hard enough to dent the steel.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Not to me,
Not like this.
I was the alpha heir. I had a n. I had control.
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And now fate had just bitch pped me with the one girl I couldn’t handle.
Talon? He was drooling like a lunatic.
Me? I was one breath away from losing my entire damn mind.
And this was only the beginning.
<b>Elowen </b><b>POV </b>
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The bell screamed through the halls like it knew I was about to lose my damn mind.
My legs moved on autopilot, backpack slung over one shoulder as I shoved through the door of Wolf Pack Politica like I was escaping a warzone.
And then…
BAM.
The air shifted.
Thickened.
Crackled like lightning.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
So did he.
Daxon Stormw,
There he was, stepping out of Alpha Training like the universe had nned it this way just to mess with <ol><li><b>me</b><b>. </b></li></ol>
His golden eyes met mine.
Locked. Loaded, Lethal.
It was like the world just stopped breathing.
The hallway blurred. The noise faded. <b>All </b>I could hear was the thunderous roar of Lyssira in my skull, screaming:
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“MATE. MATE. MINE. Ours. im. Now. Bite. Bite him NOW.”
My breath hitched.
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My whole body buzzed, heat pooling in ces I had no business feeling anything for that smug, royal prick.
But Daxon?
He wasn’t doing any better.
His jaw clenched, fists balled at his sides, chest heaving like he was holding back a beast.
I could feel his wolf.
I could feel him.
My wolf wed at my ribs, practically foaming at the mouth.
“He’s perfect! The moon made him for <b>us</b>!”
“Absolutely… fucking… not,” I growled under my breath.
Daxon flinched like I’d pped him, then snarled, deep and low and entirely too primal. He took one step toward me.
I stepped back.
We stood there, two alphas, mate bond sizzling in the air between us like an electrical fire.
Then, at the same time, like we’d rehearsed it in a past life, we turned on our heels and stormed in opposite directions without another word.
Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1