Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Kael’s POV

The scent hit me like a physical force. It slammed into my senses, drowning out the coppery tang of Finn’s blood still in my mouth, the stink of his fear.

Aria. Her heat.

Fenrir surged forward, a tidal wave of possessiveness and raw, primal hunger.

I fought him, hard. My human mind screamed caution. She was hurt. Bruised. Terrified. Fresh from Finn’s attack. This wasn’t the time. It couldn’t be. I took a step back, my massive wolf body trembling with the effort of control.

The shift ripped through me, bones cracking, fur receding, leaving me naked and breathing hard on my knees in the wreckage of the room.

Aria whimpered again. The sound was a knife twisting in my gut. She was curled on her side, shivering violently despite the heat radiating off her in waves. Her dress was shredded, barely clinging to her, revealing the darkening bruises on her ribs, the split lip, the tear tracks cutting through the grime on her cheeks.

Her eyes, wide and dilated, found mine. Fear flickered there, sharp and bright, but beneath it... beneath it was something else.

"Kael?" Her voice was a broken rasp, thick with tears and something else – the heat thickening her words, making them husky.

"I’m here," My own voice was rough, gravelly from the roar and the shift. I stayed where I was, forcing myself not to move closer, even as every instinct screamed to cover her. "You’re safe."

She tried to push herself up, a gasp escaping her as her bruised ribs protested. "H-he... he gave me something. I felt... wrong. And then... hot. So hot."

Her breath hitched, her gaze dropping, then flicking back to me, filled with a confusion that was rapidly being consumed by that raw need. "Kael... I... I need..."

*She needs us,* Fenrir growled, the sound vibrating through my bones. *Can’t you smell it? Can’t you feel it? She’s begging.*

She was. Her scent was an open invitation, a siren song pulling at the very core of my being. The sweet, cloying aroma of her heat mixed with the lingering chemical taint of whatever Finn had drugged her with, creating a potent, intoxicating cocktail.

I moved. I knelt beside her, the rough floorboards biting into my knees, but I barely registered it. All I saw was her. The rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the tattered fabric. The flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, disappearing beneath the ruined dress.

Her skin was scorching hot. She leaned into my touch with a whimper, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping open, filled with a frantic urgency.

Her hand shot out, small and surprisingly strong, grabbing my wrist. Not to push me away, but to pull my hand down. Down from her cheek, over the rapid pulse in her throat, past the swell of her breast barely covered by ripped lace, and lower still. She pressed my palm hard against the junction of her thighs, right over her clothed pussy.

That was it. The final thread snapped.

A savage growl ripped from my throat. I surged forward, covering her body with mine, careful even in my frenzy to avoid her bruised ribs. My mouth crashed down onto hers.

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