<b>Chapter </b>46


    37


    Elowen <b>POV </b>


    <b>I </b>woke up warm, tangled in limbs and the scent of pure fucking heaven. Ashrian was on my left, arm wrapped around my waist, chest pressed to my back. Daxon had my legs tangled with his, his face buried in my neck. Their warmth, their presence, it grounded me. Made me forget, for just a second, that we were about to dive headfirst <b>into </b>whatever chaos Scond held.


    My body ached in that delicious, just been fucked way, and when I shifted, both men stirred with low groans <b>that </b>lit a fire in my belly. “You dream loud,” Daxon murmured, his voice rough with sleep as he nuzzled my neck.


    <b>“</b>You talk in your sleep,” Ash said into my shoulder, amusement thick in his voice. “Something about moon magic and punching fate in the face.”


    I groaned. “That tracks.”


    Lyssira purred in my head, smug as ever. “We needed that. Still do. Shower now. Screw them in the water.”


    I cackled, “Goddess, you’re a menace.”


    Lyssira lifted her nose stubbornly, “And you love me for it.”


    “Shower,” I muttered, peeling myself away from the tangle of muscle and possessiveness. I didn’t make it far before strong hands grabbed my hips and two deliciously different growls echoed behind me.


    “Not without <b>us</b><b>,</b>” Daxon rumbled. Ash grinned, already rising. “Team bonding.” I giggled like a maniac, my thighs already quivering with anticipation.


    The water was hot, the steam thick, and my heart was already thudding by the time we stepped under the spray. Ash pinned me against the slick wall, kissing me like he needed to mark my soul, while Daxon dropped to his knees behind me.


    His hands gripped my thighs as his mouth found the spot that had me seeing stars in seconds. Ash whispered praise against my lips, his hands worshiping every inch of skin they could touch.


    ‘You’re ours,‘ Daxon growled against my skin. “Say it, baby.”


    “Yours,” I gasped. “Always.”


    We moved together like we’d done this forever. Like there was no awkwardness, no doubt. Just need and heat and love. Every thrust, every touch, every breath, it all felt perfectly, divinely aligned.


    When it <b>was </b><b>over</b><b>, </b>we slumped into each other,ughing and breathless, letting the water wash away <b>the </b>sweat <b>and </b>


    tension.


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    “We really should leave the room at some point,” Ash said with a smirk.


    “Eventually,” I replied, my lips still tingling. “But maybe not just yet.”


    Because for one blissful moment, everything felt right.


    Even if the world outside was waiting to burn.


    <b>37 </b>


    After round two in the shower with both my ridiculously hot mates, and way too much soap in ces it had no business being, I was sore in the best way possible. I slipped into a palevender hoodie dress and boots, tousled curls still damp, and padded down the hall with Daxon and Ashrian nking me like the sexy guards of honor they


    were.


    Taya was already in the hall when we met up with the rest of the crew, her cheeks pink, hair mussed in wild waves, and a look on her face that screamed just been ruined in the best way. Rylen was behind her, looking far too proud


    of himself.


    “Morning, slut,” I grinned.


    “Morning, whore,” she chirped back, linking arms with me as we both giggled like we were still in high school.


    “Shit, you smell like sin and man,” I said.


    “Right back at you,<b>” </b>she winked.


    The boys rolled their eyes, but we didn’t care. We linked arms and walked ahead, gossiping about who bit what and how many orgasms counted as a sleep aid.


    Once inside the Alpha and Luna’s private sr, we smashed an obscene breakfast of scrambled eggs, maple bacon, crispy hash browns<b>, </b>fluffy pancakes, and a mountain of toast. Jace moaned dramatically over the sausage links like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Daxon stole bites off my te, which I let slide only because his post sex glow made him impossible to fight.


    While we ate, the staff whisked away our overnight bags and loaded them onto the pack’s private jet. Yes. Private jet. I was living a new life, <fndedc> Follow current nov?ls on Find★Novel</fndedc>


    We were escorted outside shortly after, where the sleek ck jet gleamed on the private airstrip behind the keep. Our pilot, an older wolf named Thoron, introduced himself with a firm handshake and a flirty grin, and behind him stood six intimidating warriors in matching ck tactical gear, our strike team.