His body was fire pressed against hers. She tried to breathe, but the heat in his eyes stole every ounce of control she had left.
When his lips claid hers, it wasn’t soft. It was hungry, demanding, the kiss of a lover who had held back too long. His tongue swept past her lips, tasting her deeply, making her whimper into his mouth. She clutched at his shirt, dragging him closer until her chest was pressed tight against his, her pulse racing so fast she thought she might explode.
Kaito kissed her harder, his mouth devouring hers until she was dizzy, then broke away only to trail kisses along her jaw and down her throat. She tilted her head back with a gasp, her hands tangling in his hair as his teeth grazed over the soft spot at her neck. He growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating against her skin, making her thighs press together in aching need.
"Angela..." he rasped, his voice thick with hunger. "You did not put on your wrap. Your nipples...so fucking hard."
Angela didn’t say a word. She couldn’t. Her voice was lost sowhere between the racing of her heart and the fire burning under her skin. She hadn’t worn the wrap beneath her jacket, thinking the thick fabric would be enough to cover her. But now the zipper hung low, loosened sowhere in the blur of their frantic kissing.
Kaito’s hand brushed the edge of her jacket, pushing it aside without hesitation. The cool night air touched her bare skin for only a mont before his mouth was there, hot and demanding, tracing the curve of her breast. She gasped, clutching at his shoulders, her body trembling at the raw hunger in his touch.
Then, with a deep, primal growl, he bit down. His fangs sank into the tender flesh of her breast. Pain flared for only a second before it was swallowed by a rush of white-hot pleasure that made her cry out, her back arching against the wall. The sensation ripped through her body, flooding her veins with heat, binding her to him in a way she could never escape.
The crescent mark flared to life beneath his mouth, glowing a radiant golden-yellow. The light pulsed in ti with her racing heart, spreading warmth through her chest. Her whole body trembled as the bond sealed, as destiny itself acknowledged him—the last of her four mates.
Angela gasped, clutching his shoulders, her nails digging into him as she rode the waves of fire and bliss. Kaito’s mouth lingered against the glowing mark, kissing it with reverence after the bite, his breath rough and uneven.
"You’re mine now," he whispered against her skin, his voice dark, possessive, and edged with promise.
Angela’s lips parted, her breath shaky, her body still quivering in his arms. She had been claid, fully and completely, by all four of her fated mates. The final bond had been sealed.
So what next now?
**
Miss Valois tightened her grip on the black hood she wore. She was in disguise and prayed no one would be able to find out who she really was.
She walked deeper into the thick woods. The silence around her felt heavy. The area had been declared out of bounds for students. They were told there was an outbreak and that the place was sealed up for fumigation. Everyone believed her story, which only ant the Alphas had kept their promise to stay calm until she found a way to resolve the matter.
But Miss Valois doubted if she could truly resolve anything. Too many things were happening at the academy, and they were happening all at once. The issue with Marcus was growing worse. He was desperate to find the girl with the crescent mark, and he kept insisting that the description given to him matched Angela.
After he left yesterday, she thought the matter would rest, but instead, it had only opened the door to more trouble. He had already given her six missed calls this morning, demanding more details about Angela. He was still trying to act nice for now, but she knew a day would co when the mask would fall, and he would reveal himself as the Malynster he truly was.
On the other side was the Patriarch, who was pressing her harder than ever for the promised she-wolf. His sources had already told him that she was Mistvale. He wanted Miss Valois to confirm from the Alphas whether their mate had contacted them or not.
Her head felt heavy as she walked further into the woods, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. She was close to breaking down. What would happen when the she-wolf was finally found? She could already see the war coming, packs tearing each other apart, families turning against one another.
Yet, she reminded herself she was not supposed to care. For a long ti now, she had been alone, with nothing left to lose.
"Are you going to keep coming late for our eting?" a deep voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality.
Miss Valois pressed a hand against her chest, trying to steady her racing heart as she drew in a sharp breath and exhaled
"Patriarch... I had to wait for the staff to leave my office before coming," Principal Valois said as she looked around. She had never seen him before. She never cared to, but sothing in her tonight wanted to see his face and ask why the promised she wolf was so important to him.
"That is not an excuse to keep the Patriarch waiting," the deep male voice replied. He moved faster than her eyes could follow, a shadow too quick for a werewolf his size. "I did not keep you waiting when you begged to protect one of your students. What was his na again?"
Miss Valois stayed silent, praying he would forget. The night he spoke of was almost ten years ago, yet she was still paying for it, still trapped doing the Patriarch’s bidding.
She had heard the stories about him but never believed he was real. That night, when one of her students was abused by his own uncle, she could not stand it.
"Renn," the Patriarch said at last, his tone curling into a mocking laugh. "How could I forget that red haired boy? So handso, so innocent. Poor child, he was too young to understand what was done to him. Tell , does he know now?"
"I think he does," Miss Valois said softly, swallowing hard. Her eyes burned with tears but she forced them back. Renn’s cruel uncle had hurt him when he was only a child. She had not known at first, and when she finally found out, she tried to comfort him. But because that man was King Gerald’s Beta and his own brother, they claid she was lying.
Renn had been too young to understand. He grew up without a mother, and he worshipped his father with all his heart. Yet King Gerald never cherished him in return. Instead, he used his son’s gift and magical power to build his own strength in the kingdom.
The king did not care for his son, never watched over him, and so his brother took advantage. When Renn’s uncle refused to stop his dirty acts and would not face the truth, Miss Valois had no choice but to summon the Patriarch.
That night, Renn’s uncle was killed and the boy was finally free. The Patriarch warned King Gerald as well, telling him to take good care of his son or he would suffer the sa fate as his brother.
Only the Patriarch could speak to a king in such a way and live. He was feared, dangerous, and not a man to be crossed. Yet she had dared to do it, for Renn.
"So, have you found her?" the Patriarch asked, cutting into her thoughts once more. He stood only a few steps away, yet his presence carried a dark weight that made her chest tighten and her peace crumble.
"No. I am still searching for her. I have checked most of the students, but they are male," she lied with as much calm as she could. "Are you even sure your source was right? The she wolf might not be in Mistvale at all."
The silence that followed made her uneasy. She did not know if it was a good sign or a bad one. Then, in a blur, he moved so fast she barely saw him, and suddenly he was behind her. For a mont, she thought he would tear her apart, but sothing held him back.
"How dare you say that? She is in Mistvale," his voice thundered, shaking her to the core. "If she has not shown herself yet, she will soon make contact with her mates. The prophecy is close to being fulfilled. They will claim her, but I will be the first to find her."
"And what will you do when you find her?" she asked, her voice trembling yet strong enough to be heard.
"That is none of your concern."
"You know I have nothing to lose," Miss Valois said, her fear lting into quiet defiance. "So you better not keep the truth from ."
Instead of rage, a laugh escaped him. It was the first ti she had ever heard it, and it chilled her even more. She wondered if he truly found her words amusing.
"You have nothing to lose?" he asked again, his tone suddenly sharp and cold. "Do not forget that your son is still alive and well because of ."
Her heart skipped. She stumbled a step to the side, straining to see his face, but the darkness cloaked him. Her body shook like a leaf in the wind.
"Yes, Miss Valois," he said slowly, as if savoring her fear. "Did you think I would not discover the truth? That the boy you nearly gave your life for is your son? If you want Renn to continue living in peace, then you will bring the promised she wolf before the next full moon."
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