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.

Chapter 64: Plotting Her Fall 🐺🔥🌙


I stand in the hall, my blood boiling as I watch Lia walk away with her Lycans. Her laughter echoes down the corridor, and every sound of it makes my teeth clench. That stupid girl. I hate her so much I could scream. She really thinks she can just walk in here, take everything I've worked for, and make it hers? Not a chance.


I march over to the desk, slam my fist down, and the wood groans under the hit. My chest heaves as I glare at her retreating figure, and I mutter under my breath, my voice rough with anger. "I hate her."


Behind me, my mom, Lerina, steps closer. Her face is calm, but her eyes—sharp as knives—watch every move I make. "Sit down, Ethan," she says coolly. "If you keep losing your temper like this, Lia will take everything. And we'll be left with nothing."


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