Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Ryder’s POV

The shower scalded against my skin, but the heat couldn’t rival the fire devouring me from the inside. Steam rolled tune around me, curling with the scent of Amelia that still clung to the air-a whisper of her shaftgoo the sweetness of t the wild pull of mate-bond magic. Every breath of it dragged claws through my restraint.

Kieran prowled inside my mind, restless, pacing, his growl a low rumble beneath my heartbeat. The wolf wanted wo wanted-to take her, claim her, unite with her beyond body, beyond blood. The ritual in the clearing had fused our yes-but this… this would write our names into each other’s essence. A vow older than language. A promise veneath & moon itself.

I twisted the tap off. The last drops fell like molten rain. The towel scraped roughly over my skin, grounding me only halfway before the hunger surged again. The bathrobe clung open across my chest, the belt tenging loose. I left that The Alpha wing was silent, too still, the hum of the pack house receding into a distant heartbeat. Fen strides to the connecting door-that’s all that lay between me and my Luna.

My hand trembled on the knob. I could feel her on the other side-the bond humming, her presence a live current crawing beneath my skin. Push it open. She’s waiting.

I did

The door gave a soft sigh, and there she was.

Amelia sat on the edge of the enormous bed, a goddess bathed in gold and candlelight. The soft silk of her nightgown clung to the shape of her body, tracing every secret I’d ever wanted to learn. Damp strands of silver hair glimmered where they touched her shoulders, still wet from her bath. And her mark-my mark-gleamed faintly at the side of her neck, pulsing with the rhythm of our bond.

She lifted her head. Her eyes caught the light-those extraordinary purple eyes, a color that hadn’t existed before the ritual Amethyst and moonfire. They found me, saw everything in me.

“Ryder,” she breathed, my name a soft hymn that undid me.

“Baby,” I answered, the word a growl caught in my throat. In three strides I was before her. The robe fell open, forgotten sliding off my shoulders like an unnecessary second skin. I knelt at her feet, head bowed–not in submission, but in

reverence.

Her hands slipped into mine, warm, trembling slightly. I brought one to my lips, kissed each knuckle slow and deliberate “My Luna,” I murmured against her skin. “You’re my world. Let me show you what that means.”

A blush crept up her throat. Her lips curved, shy but certain. The candlelight turned her skin to honey.

I stood, drawing her up with me, until our bodies nearly touched. My fingers reached for the ties at her shoulder, tugging them loose one by one. The silk sighed as it fell, pooling around her feet in a whisper. And there she was-bare, illuminate unashamed.

Goddess, she was beautiful.

My eyes drank her in: the sculpted lines of her collarbones, the soft rise of her breasts, the faint shimmer of power her skin like starlight trapped beneath the surface. I touched her cheek first, tracing down the bridge of her nose. delicate,” I whispered. “So strong.” Her lips parted, breath trembling, and I kissed them-slow, reverent, tasting her, the warmth, the sweetness, the faint hum of the bond thrumming through her veins.

“These lips,” I said against her mouth, “they’ve spoken words that saved me. I could live a lifetime just kissing them

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# silver braustymered as I brushed my fingers through it. It fell in soft waves. cool as moonlight. “Your hair the moon bersell must have touched it. The strands slipped through my fingers, trailing like liquid silk. She shivered at the sensation

My palms cupped her face, slid down the curve of her neck to her shoulders. Beneath my fingertips, the mark glowed faintly. The bond sang-a perfect note of belonging.

Then lower, tracing the sweep of her shoulders, the smooth dip of her waist, the flare of her idps Her breath hitched, chest rising, nipples hardening in the chill air. I lowered my mouth, pressing kisses over her breasts, worshipping the soft weight of them, the taste of her skin-sweet, clean, alive.

“Fuck, Amelia,” I breathed, voice rough. “These are mine to adore.” My tongue circled. Aicked, drew gasps from her throat Her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding, urging.

I moved lower, mouth tracing across her ribs, down to her navel, kissing every inch, every tiny freckle and mole-a map of her I’d memorized long ago. “Every mark on you,” I whispered, “is a star I’ve followed home.”

She trembled, thighs tightening. I knelt again, hands tracing her hips, sliding to her thighs, the soft inner skin where her scent was strongest. Her knees quivered. I kissed the inside of one, then the other, tasting salt and warmth. She steadied herself on my shoulders as I worshipped the backs of her knees, the curve of her calves, the tender skin of her ankles.

Her gasp-a sharp, fragile ahh-ripped through the quiet.

I rose, pulling her against me. Skin met skin-hot, slick, electric. Her body molded to mine, soft curves against hard muscle. The heat of her pressed into every inch of me, and I swear I felt our hearts sync.

“Amelia,” I said, voice breaking into something raw. “My mate. My Luna. My forever.” The ritual’s magic surged through my veins, through hers, answering the words like an ancient vow.

She looked up, eyes blazing purple. “Ryder,” she whispered. “Name me. Love me. I’m yours.”

I kissed her, deep and consuming. The air burned around us. Her hands fisted in my hair; mine roamed her body, claiming, worshipping, knowing,

I lifted her onto the bed. The sheets rustled, cool against her skin. I hovered over her, drinking her in: silver hair tangled like threads of light, lips swollen, eyes heavy with want. Every breath she took was a prayer I’d already answered.

I kissed down her throat, over her chest, her belly, the gentle dip between her hips. Her scent filled my lungs-wildflowers rain, home.

Then, slowly, I joined with her.

The world narrowed to the heat of her body, the way she yielded and tightened around me, the soft dry that slipped from her lips-half pleasure, half wonder. We moved together in perfect rhythm, a dance older than memory. Every thrust, every breath, every whispered “Ryder” from her mouth bound us deeper.

Our wolves rose in tandem, their howls echoing in our blood. Power bloomed between us, lightless and bright, the moon’s energy curling through our veins.

She cried out my name as I pressed deeper, the connection locking us, completing us. The world dissolved-only us he and heartbeat, body and soul.

The knot took hold, the bond sealing with a pulse of white-hot energy. Her climax broke over her like wildfire, her body tightening, clenching, milking me until I followed with a groan that tore free of my chest.

The room dimmed, settling into quiet. We stayed connected, breathing together, her head on my chest, hearts beating in rhythm.

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