Chapter 415
Chapter 415:
Through our fully cemented Mate-bond, his Inner Wolf’s roar echoed in my mind, vibrating through my very bones.
Mine. Finally. Wholly. Mine.
His hands gripped the delicate fabric of my silk cover-up, and with one violent, effortless pull, he tore it down the middle, discarding the ruined fabric into the water. His mouth crashed down on mine in a predatory, bruising kiss that tasted of the storm raging in his soul. The electric sparks of our skin touching underwater sent a violent shudder of pleasure straight to my core. There was no gentleness left in him, only a desperate, consuming need to claim every inch of my body and soul, and I welcomed the beautiful destruction with open arms.
Hours later, the moon was hanging high over the dark ocean.
I was entirely boneless, my muscles trembling with a delicious, heavy exhaustion. Kain lifted me from the water, carrying my dripping body into the master suite. He laid me gently on the massive king-sized bed, wrapping me in a thick, fluffy white towel before pulling the heavy duvet over us.
Curled against his side, anchored by his heavy arm across my waist, I breathed in his scent. There was no fear, only the absolute, unshakable certainty that I was protected by the most powerful creature on earth. Lulled by the steady beating of his heart, I closed my eyes and drifted into the deepest, most peaceful sleep of my life.
𝖳𝗵𝗼𝘶𝘴𝗮n𝖽s o𝖿 𝗿𝖾𝖺𝖽е𝗋𝘀 𝗈𝗇
Carter Shaw POV
Three days ago, I watched my best friend, Kain Blackwell, finally claim his Fated Mate. I was genuinely happy for him — so happy, in fact, that I drank myself into absolute oblivion at the Blackstone Estate’s celebration.
That was my first mistake.
My memory of that night was a fractured nightmare. I remembered the burn of the liquor, the deafening music, and then — the crushing weight of an Alpha’s scent. Stormy sea and expensive leather. It had completely drowned me. My Inner Wolf, a proud Lycan who bowed to no one, had whined in a shocking, confusing mix of anger and submission. What followed was a chaotic, primal blur of tangled limbs in a dark guest bedroom. I only remembered the absolute command in his scent and my body’s traitorous, uncontrollable response.
Waking up alone the next morning had nearly broken my sanity. I was a Lycan. I was a proud man who had only ever been with women. The psychological torture of that unknown encounter had been eating me alive for three days.
Then, this morning, the nightmare walked right into Conference Room A on Wall Street.
I was supposed to lead the initial M&A briefing. When the external legal team filed in, my blood froze. It was him. Preston Pierce.