Elowen <b>POV </b>
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By some miracle, the day off had been mostly calm. No attacks, no magical disasters<b>, </b>no jealous alpha hole bickering. Just rest. Sweet, delicious rest. And now? I was done being scared. Fuck fear. Fear hadn’t saved me, power might. And I had a shit ton of it now.
but
We gathered in the great hall for the nightly pack dinner. The room buzzed with chatter and energy. There were long tables full of wolvesughing, flirting, and shoving food in their faces like they hadn’t eaten in a week. I sat between Daxon and Ash, my fingersced through theirs under the table. Taya and Rylen were across from us, practically
glowing.
Alpha Draven stood and pped his hands once, silencing the crowd. “Stormw Pack, and honored guests, we have
an announcement.”
Luna Aelira stepped beside him, a proud smile on her face. “One week after our travel party returns from Scond,
we’ll be hosting a seven day event open to all unmated wolves from the five major packs.”
Gasps. Cheers. Whistles. Draven held up a hand. “There will be sparring events, training exchanges, moon market
trade booths, speed dating rounds..”
“..and on Friday night, a formal banquet and mate ball,” Aelira finished. “Any newly bonded fated mates will be honored in front of the whole pack. Saturday is for fun<b>, </b>mingling, and informal events. Then everyone returns to their packs on Sunday.”
The entire great hall exploded. tes ttered. People howled. A nearby omega actually dropped to their knees in glee. Apparently mate balls were a thing.
Lyssira quipped, “I want a dress that makes Daxon feral.”
I grinned in amusement. “You want everything to make Daxon feral.”
She licked her chops. “Not wrong.” She wagged her tail ferociously. After the crowd finished celebrating and filed out, buzzing with ns for outfits, fighting brackets, and mate sniffing, Alpha Draven waved us toward the head table.
“You six..” he motioned to me, Daxon, Ashrian, Rylen, Taya, and Jace, “..will leave tomorrow morning. We’re sending you to Scond on the pack’s private jet.”
Ash raised a brow. “Your what now?”
Aeliraughed softly. “Draven believes in options. We’ve booked you three luxury suites at a vetted bed and breakfast near Morrigan Lairch’s home. She’s agreed to see Elowen in person.”
“She won’t remove the spell unless she can see you face to face,” Draven added<b>. </b>“And we’ve beefed up the <b>jet’s </b>
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security team. No one’s getting near you.”
I exhaled slowly. My heart thumped like a drum. Daxon’s hand slid up my back. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m ready. I think I’ve been ready for a while. I just didn’t know it.”
Ash gave me a rare smile, and Rylen’s hand curled around Taya’s. We stood as a unit, our mismatched, chaotic, powerful little found family. Tomorrow we fly. And nothing would ever be the same again.
Later in our chambers……..
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The bedroom door closed with a soft thud, sealing the three of us inside a moment we’d all been skirting around for
days<b>. </b>
Ashrian was the first to move, always the bold one. He crossed the room like a predator in silk, his obsidian eyes fixed on me with that quiet intensity that made my thighs clench and my wolf practically howl. Daxon stood behind me, heat radiating off his body like a furnace, his hand sliding down my spine as if he already knew every dip and
curve by heart.
“I want both of you,<i>” </i>I said, breathlessly, my voice low. “I’m done pretending I don’t.”
Ash’s lips curved. “Finally.” Daxon growled, low and possessive. “Fuck yes.”
Ash reached me first, his cool fingers tilting my chin up before his lips imed mine, velvet heat and iron control. It was slow, exploring, tasting, until I moaned into his mouth. Behind me, Daxon’s hands roamed my sides, gripping my hips, pulling me back into him so I could feel every hard inch of him pressing against me.
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