Chapter 84
Kristina’s expression softened with understanding. She rose and walked to an ancient wooden cabinet in the corner. When she returned, she held an ornate sandalwood box carved with moon phases and running wolves. Inside, nestled in silk, lay a milky–white stone shaped like a teardrop. Silver light seemed to
flow beneath its surface.
“This is a moonstone, Kristina said softly. “From the ruins of the ancient Moon Goddess temple. My grandmother passed it to me, and her mother to her.”
She placed the box in my trembling hands. “This stone can hold your scent, your essence. If Regis carries it, he’ll be able to feel your presence even when you’re apart–it will soothe him during separations, ease the pain of the bond’s distance. Just as you carry his mark, he can carry your imprint.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I… I can really do this?”
“On the next full moon, you can perform the ritual–pour your intention into the stone. Then Regis can carry part of you with him always. She cupped my face, wiping away the tears. “You have more to give than you realize, dear one.”
The forest behind the estate was ancient and alive, sunlight filtering through thick canopy in dappled gold. Regis walked beside me, pointing out landmarks from his childhood–a lightning–scarred oak, a creek where he’d caught his first fish.
And all the while, the moonstone rested in its box inside my satchel, a precious secret that made my heart feel lighter than it had in days.
When we reached an open clearing, Regis stopped. “Want to see me run?”
“In wolf form?”
He nodded. “I could carry you.”
Through the bond, I felt Valdor’s eager warmth. “Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
The shift was mesmerizing–silver–black fur rippling into existence until the massive wolf stood before me, magnificent and strong. Valdor lowered his great head and nuzzled my hand, and I buried my fingers in his thick fur.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed.
He crouched, inviting me onto his back. I climbed on carefully, and he rose slowly before starting forward at an easy lope. Wind tushed past, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from my chest.
“Faster!‘ I called, and Valdor’s joyful howl echoed through the trees.
We stopped by a stream in a secluded hollow ringed by ancient willows. I slid off his hack, and he steadied me with his body before the shift began again. Silver–black fur receded, bones reshaped, until Regis stood before me. Naked. Sunlight played across every muscular plane, and my breath caught
‘Don’t look away,” he said softly, walking toward me.
My face burned, but I couldn’t. My eyes traced from his collarbone down his chest, following the trail of dark hair that led lower-
He reached me and slid his hands into my hair. I want to hold you. Like this.”
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Chapter 84
His bare chest pressed against my clothed body, heat seeping through fabric. I felt every breath he took, the hammer of his heartbeat. My hands found his waist, fingertips exploring warm skin.
The kiss started gentle but I responded with an urgency I’d never allowed before. My mouth opened under his, and when his tongue swept against mine I made a sound–needy and desperate and wanting.
His hands tightened, angling my head for better access. The kiss turned hungry, consuming, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. Instead of pulling back, I pushed closer.
“Eileen, he groaned against my mouth, one hand sliding to grip my hip. “If you keep doing that-
“I don’t want to stop. My hands traveled up his back, then higher to tangle in his hair. “I want you. Here. Now.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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