The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Spanked Mid-Lesson & Still Blushing

SHADOWCLAW

Serena stirred.

The first thing she registered was warmth. The specific, encompassing warmth of a chest she knew by temperature and texture, rising and falling beneath her cheek in a rhythm that was steady and unhurried.

Fin’s lips pressed against her hair. Then her temple. Then the corner of her forehead, following the line where her white hair met her skin, the kind of slow, deliberate attention that Finnick Shadowclaw reserved for moments when his walls were down and the wolf underneath was allowed to be soft.

His hand moved through her hair.

She was in Shadowclaw, though she didn’t remember arriving, and the last thing she remembered was—

She gasped.

Gav’s heart had stopped. She gave him her blood. Then nothing.

Her body tried to push itself upright. Her palms pressed flat against his chest, her heart slamming into her ribs.

Fin didn’t let her move.

One arm locked around her waist as if he had been anticipating this exact reaction. His other hand stayed in her hair, the massage uninterrupted, his fingers moving through the strands with a patience that said you are going to stay right here and I am going to hold you until your heart rate returns to a number I find acceptable.

"Hey." His voice was low. Warm. Carrying zero urgency and maximum control. "You are going nowhere."

"Gav—"

"Is fine." Fin cut through the word before it could build momentum. "Dark magic is gone. His vitals stabilized. His color came back. Alaric confirmed zero residual corruption." His fingers found a knot at the base of her skull and worked it loose. "He is alive, Serena. He is going to live. Breathe."

She let out a shaky breath.

"You, on the other hand," Fin continued, and his voice shifted by one degree, the warmth cooling into something that lived in the territory between affection and discipline, "are in significantly more trouble than the Gamma."

His hand stilled in her hair.

"You used your blood on him."

The sentence landed on her chest and stayed there.

"Three Master Mages and one Master Healer told you the same thing. Explicitly. With words. Using their mouths. Do not use your blood on the Gamma. The dark magic is unknown. The tether is active. Your reserves are depleted. The risk is unacceptable." His fingers resumed their path through her hair, slower now. "You told me you wouldn’t."

"His heart stopped—"

Fin kissed her. The kiss cut the sentence in half, his mouth covering hers with a precision that was equal parts affection and command, and the combination was so disorienting that the defense she had been constructing collapsed mid-syllable.

His hand came down on her backside. Sharp. Firm. The smack echoed off the stone walls of his bedroom with the particular acoustics of a chamber that had never heard this sound before and was adjusting to the new information.

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