Chapter 3
Danzel Bashington had just returned from other packs, keeping hours as wild as a lone wolf-out before dawn, back long after sunset. We'd shared no more than three fleeting encounters, yet each time, his gaze had lingered like a predator sizing up its prey.
Why had he loved me in our past life? The answer seemed to shift like moonlight on water. He'd drunk the moonflower-laced oat milk, yet showed no signs of the potion's effects. This wasn't the past-something had changed.
Is he reborn too?
The thought struck as Danzel's body tensed above me, veins throbbing at his temples, eyes blazing scarlet. His wolf raged beneath the surface, fighting for control. "Jane," he ground out, fangs scraping his lower lip, "I need to tell you-"
I knew then. The same fire in his eyes, the same hunger to rewrite our fate.
Good. Two reborn souls made revenge easier.
Cutting him off, I looped my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine.
That was the final straw.
His last restraint snapped, and the wolf unleashed-feral, claiming, relentless.
Our coupling burned through the night, each round more savage than the last.
The final clash pinned me against the bathroom tiles, his fingers-digging into my thighs. He grinned at my whine as I bit his pulse point. "Now,"
I panted,
"please-" My voice was a breathy plea, a soft whimper that hung heavy in the charged air between us.
"Say it again," he rumbled, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of my throat as his nose traced a slow, tantalizing path along the curve.
The light scrape of his stubble sent a delicious shiver racing down my spine.
"What do you call me?"
"Tom-"
Wrong.
He pressed his body flush against mine, a sudden, possessive move that stole the air from my lungs and elicited a sharp gasp.
His hips ground into me, a slow, deliberate motion that spoke volumes of the desire simmering beneath his surface. "Not Tom."
His teeth grazed my earlobe, a gentle nip that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
His voice, a low, seductive growl, dripped with dark promise.
"Call me brother."
"Brother," I sobbed, my resolve crumbling under the onslaught of sensations.
I bit my fist, trying to muffle the sounds that threatened to spill out, but the rhythm of my breaths quickened as he continued to hold me captive.
"Brother. brother."
Each repetition was a surrender.
Three cries unleashed the beast.
He moved , each thrust a claim, until I was a gasping, boneless thing, marked by his teeth and his scent.
When I woke, predawn light barely stained the window.
Danzel was gone, his side of the bed cold.
Pulling on my robe, I padded to the study, where light seeped from under the door.
Through the crack, Danzel lounged on the sofa, cigarette dangling, while Tom paced, face red with fury.
"How could you sleep with Jane? She's the love of my life!"
Danzel exhaled smoke, eyes glinting.
"Funny. I didn't get that memo. Especially since I just found you in Keira's bed downstairs."
"That was-she seduced me!"
Tom sputtered.
Danzel's laugh was a low growl.
"So we're both make mistakes. What's your play?"
Tom's snarl faded, replaced by a calculating smirk.
"Women come and go. If you want Jane, have her-temporarily. But you know father gave you the Bay land. I want it back."
"Done," Danzel said too easily, stubbing out his cigarette.
"But you handle profits and losses. All of it."
Tom practically preened, blind to the trap.
As he left, I raced back to bed, heart pounding.
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