Eira’s POV
He kissed me slowly, unhurried, as if he was giving me time to pull away. When I didn’t, the kiss deepened on its own, soft but weighted with something heavier beneath it. His lips moved against mine with a quiet insistence, warm and coaxing, drawing a faint sigh from my chest before I could stop it.
His hand at my hair tightened slightly, not rough, just enough to keep me steady to his liking. The other settled at my waist, steady and protective, holding me close without pressing, as if he was careful even in this moment due to my pregnancy. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It lingered, lingered again, each brush of his lips sending a slow heat through me.
I responded without thinking, my hands curling into the fabric of his coat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath as it synced with mine. When he tilted his head, the kiss grew deeper, more intimate, yet still restrained, like a promise rather than a demand.
He pulled back just enough for our foreheads to touch, our breaths mingling in the narrow space between us. His thumb traced my jaw, then brushed my lower lip again.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The corridor felt impossibly quiet, the world narrowed to the warmth between us and the unspoken tension humming in the air.
"Do you remember that night from six years back when we kissed?" I heard him say, his low voice mixed with mild pants.
My eyes flew open at the mention of it. He still remembers it?
"Do you?" he asked.
"Don’t talk about it," I lowered my gaze.
"Do you hate it?" he asked.
I didn’t dare look at him. "Just... don’t talk about it..."
"Fine," he said and made me look at him, holding my chin. "Then let’s forget the past and take it as our first kiss, and a new start for us."
I didn’t know what to answer.
He turned me. Now I was the one with my back against the wall. With the wall behind and his towering figure before me, I felt trapped between them.
"I shall take your silence as your agreement," he said and kissed me again as he whispered, "Just don’t hold back."
The softness vanished, replaced by a deep, consuming pull that stole my breath. His lips pressed into mine with urgency, heat blooming instantly as if all the restraint he had held onto finally snapped.
His hand tangled firmly in my hair, tilting my head just right as he kissed me like a fire he was.
The kiss was hungry, intense, his lips moving over mine with a need that made my knees weak. I could feel it in the way he held me, close, possessive, as if letting go was no longer an option.
I kissed him back just as fiercely, my wolf, my body responding before my mind could catch up. My hands slid up his chest, clutching him as if grounding myself, as if I needed to feel that he was real.
Our breaths broke apart and collided again, each kiss deeper than the last, stealing air, stealing thought.
Kissing him didn’t feel wrong at all, but as if it was meant to be. The moment he kissed me, I wanted it as much as he did as if he had put some spell on me and my wolf.
I swear, my wolf purred for him.
She was sure something to give in to these Alpha brothers as if she had some long lost connection with them. And I could feel it. That must be the reason why my body, my wolf, my heart, couldn’t reject them after I finally got my wolf.



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