My fingers tug at his shirt, the fabric tearing under my grip, and I feel Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his lips moving lower, trailing fire across my skin. It’s raw, consuming, the kind of heat that could burn this whole pack house down. 

I want more—more of Rick, more of Eric, more of this bond that makes us whole, even without her.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” a voice snaps, sharp and raw, cutting through the haze.

I freeze, my lips still on Rick’s, my hands gripping his hair. I turn my head, slow and deliberate, and there she is—Lia, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her face a storm of fury and something else, something that makes my wolf howl. 

My smirk widens, slow and deliberate, as I meet her gaze, letting her see every bit of the monster she hates.

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My blood boils as I stare at Ethan, his words still burning in my ears. Does he really think I'll believe his nonsense about Dorian starting the fire? I clench my fists, trying to control the anger bubbling inside me, but it's no use. The more I think about it, the more it feels like they're trying to push me out of my own pack.


After helping the warriors put out the last of the flames, I head back to my room. I sit on the edge of the bed, running my hands through my hair, trying to steady myself. Dorian sits beside me, his presence calm and warm. 


I turn to him, my voice tight. "Who do Ethan and his mom think they are, Dorian? Accusing you like that—it's ridiculous."


He rests his hand on my shoulder, his voice low and gentle. "You okay, Lia?"


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