Chapter <b>99 </b>
<b>Adrian’s </b>POV
Not lost, not missing–dead.
Nadia’s absence left a void in the pack, in me.
for six months, I buried myself in the Alpha King election, fighting to <b>reim </b>my candidacy after the Council’s reassement, forging alliances with western -packs, and rallying support.
<b>But </b>through it all, one truth anchored me: I love <b>Skye</b>.
Choosing her as my mate wasn’t a fleeting impulse. It was a decision carved from months of reflection, from the raw rity that life offer only one chance to seize what matters.
Nadia’s death taught me that. Life doesn’t give second chances. I won’t let fear or hesitation steal what I have with Skye.
Skye stood before me, ber silver hair catching the moonlight, her green eyes wide with a mix of desire and doubt, I knew her guilt, the shadow of Nadia’s memory that haunted her. It haunted us all, but I refused to let it chain us.
“skye,” I said, my voice steady despite the heat coursing through me, “Nadia wanted us to live, to be happy. This–us–it’s not a betrayal. It’s <b>a </b>choice to embraer what we have.”
Her lips parted, but no words came. I stepped closer, brushing a strand of hale <b>from </b>her face, my fingers lingering on her soft <b>skin</b><b>. </b>
“I love you want you to be my <b>mate</b>.”
That was all it took. The kiss was fine, igniting every nerve in my body.
My hands slid to her <b>waist</b>, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her through her thin shirt. Her fingers tugged at my jacket, and I helped her, shedding it to the floor, my shirt following.
I lifted her shirt, <b>pausing </b>to meet her eyes, seeking permission. <b>She </b>nodded, and I pulled it over her head, revealing pale skin that glowed in the dim light. Her breasts were soft curves, her nipples hardening under my gaze.
I kissed her neck, tasting her, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. She shivered, a small gasp escaping, and I smiled against her skin, loving how she responded to me.
Carrying her to the bedroom, Iid her on the bed, her silver hair fanning across the pillow
pillow. <b>She </b><b>was </b>beautiful, every inch of her.
I shed my jeans, my arousal evident, but I focused on her, wanting this to be perfect. Her leggings came off next, sevealing long legs and the <b>soft </b>mound between her thighs. My mouth went dry, desire tightening my chest
“<b>Adrian</b><b>,</b>” she murmured, reaching for me. I joined her, our bodies pressing together, <b>skin </b>against <b>skin</b>. My lips traced her jas, her throat, down to her lireasts. I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently, feeling it pebble under my tongue.<fn9f86> Follow current nov?ls on FindN0vel</fn9f86>
<b>She </b>arched, a moan spilling from her, and my <b>cock </b>throbbed<b>, </b>straining against her thigh. I wanted her, needed her, but this was her first time. I’d be gentle,
make it about her
My hand <b>slid </b>down her stomach, fingers brushing the soft curls at her core. She tensed, then rsed as I kissed her, my fingers expluring her warmth. She was wet, slick <b>under </b>my touch, and I groaned, the sound muffled against her lips.
I circled her clit, slow and deliberate, watching her face–her eyes Buttered <b>shirt</b>, lips parting, a flush spreading across her checks. Her pleasure <b>furle </b>my body humming with the need to <b>please </b>her,
<b>“</b>Tell me what you want,” I whispered, my voler rough.
“You” <b>the </b>breathed, ber han gripping my shoulder. “I want you.”
I positioned myself between her legs, my ection brushing her entrance. She teased, her eyes meeting mine, a flicker of nervousness.
“De gentle,” she said, vinice small. “It’s my first time.”
“<b>I </b><b>knew</b>,” I said, kisting her softly, reassuring her. I entered her slowly, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of pain. She was tight, her warnth emveloping me, and 1 gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust. Her breath hitched<b>, </b><b>a </b>small winceing her features, and I passed, letting her adest.
“You okay?” I asked, m voce strained.
She nodded<b>, </b>her hands sliding to my hips<b>, </b>urging me on. “Kerp
I moved again, slow, shallow thrusts, letting her body open to me. The sensation was overwhelming–her heat, her tightness, the way she clung in me. movement sent <b>sparks </b>through me, my oock pulsing with need, but 1 focused on her, on the way her breaths grew quicker, her hips starting to meet mine.
The pain in her eyes faded, reced by wonder, and I kissed her, deep and hungry, our tongues tangling <b>as </b>we found a rhythen
Her scent filled me, buman and clean, no trace of wolf. I loved it, loved how she was wholly herself, untouched by pack markers. As we moved, my scr began to mingle with hers, a primal im that <b>stirred </b>something <b>deep </b>in me<b>. </b><b>She </b>wasn’t marked yet, not in the ceremonial way, but in this moment, with im body joined to hers, she was mine. The thought sent a surge of possessiveness through me, my thrusts growing deeper, more insistent,
“Adrian,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back, leaving trails of heat. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I groaned, the pressure building in my core. I wanted to <b>lose </b>myself in her, but I held back, wanting her to feel everything first. My hand slipped between <b>us</b>, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles. Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around me, and I felt her edge approaching.
“Let po. Skye,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. “I’ve got you,”
She shattered; ber elimas hitting with a try, her body trembling beneath me. Tears spilled from her eyes, piersing in the moonlight, and my heart clenched. I slowed, kissing her cheeks, wiping the tears with my thumb.
I held her <b>through </b>it, my own release still at bay, wanting to be her anchar
When her tremors subsided, I moved again, my need too strong to ignore. Her eyes met mine, soft and trusting, and I let go, thrusting deeper, the pleasure. colling tight. My climax hit, a low growl escaping <b>as </b>I <b>spilled </b>into her, my body shaking with the force of it. I copsed beside her, pulling her close, our breatha ragged in the quiet.
Her skin was warm, slick with sweat, and I pressed my face to her <b>neck</b><b>, </b>inhaling. My scent clung to her now, marking her in <b>a </b>way that felt primal,
No formal mark yet, but she was mine<b>, </b><b>and </b>I was hers.
The thought settled something restless in me, a prace I hadn’t felt since Nadia’s <b>death</b>.