The moment Valeria saw Eila slip into the bathing chamber, her lips curled into a predatory smile. This was the window she had been waiting for. Shadows licked around her as she summoned her craft, whispering the old words that bound her stolen tokens into a veil of deception. The strands of Eila's hair and the discarded dress flared briefly with unnatural heat, and when the air settled, Valeria's reflection in the polished brass of the chamber wall was no longer her own.
The same wide, innocent eyes. The same softness of mouth. The same scent, faintly honey-sweet with the undertone of wild wolf. Perfect.
While Eila rinsed herself, unaware of the danger curling outside the chamber, Valeria's spell snared her like a silken trap. A shimmer in the air pressed down over the girl, dragging her consciousness into oblivion. Eila's body slumped, still and naked, as if in the embrace of a dream.
Moments later, she was no longer in the safety of her mates but in the cold, echoing chamber of Valeria's hidden base. Stone walls seeped damp, lit only by the eerie violet glow of Varium fire. And there, seated with watchful stillness, was Jeremy. His crimson gaze lingered on the unconscious girl sprawled across a low bed of silken sheets Valeria had chosen with mocking care. Eila's pale form gleamed in the glow, vulnerable, her breaths shallow but steady.
Jeremy did not question. He never did. He sat with his long fingers steepled, studying the fragile rise and fall of her chest. His mistress had commanded him to watch, and so he watched—silently, obediently, though his eyes betrayed a strange fascination. He guarded her like a sentinel, never daring to wonder why Valeria had stolen this one away, never daring to ask what purpose she served. He only knew she was precious to his beloved, and that was enough.
Far away, beneath the roof of the Moon Treasure Pack, Valeria—now cloaked in Eila's skin—returned to the twins. She melted back into their embrace as if she had only stepped away for a moment, her touch seamlessly carrying the warmth and scent of their mate. The brothers welcomed her without hesitation, their hunger reigniting at the mere brush of her hand.
It began with a kiss. Soft at first, then deepening, coaxing. Their bodies pressed against hers, demanding, and she gave herself over to them with a fervor Eila had never shown. Their hands roamed, their lips devoured, their strength wrapped around her in waves that made her pulse thunder. Each touch was a surge, each thrust a torrent, every moment pouring vitality into her veins.
The night became endless. Their passion was relentless, their appetites impossible to quench, and Valeria reveled in it. She felt her body drinking them in, her stolen skin glowing under their heat, her strength returning with a clarity sharper than any blade. Her powers—dormant and aching for too long—stirred awake like a serpent uncoiling, whispering in her blood, shivering along her bones.
And the twins… oh, the twins were fountains. Every kiss, every ragged breath, every pulse of their essence was life itself, flooding into her. She smiled against their mouths, letting them take and take, all the while knowing she was the one who consumed.
By dawn, when the first pale light crept through the curtains, Valeria lay tangled between them, her lips stained with satisfaction. She felt different—stronger. The faint flicker of power she had stolen from lesser wolves was nothing compared to this storm surging back into her. Her skin hummed with energy, her mind crackled with clarity, her veins sang with renewed vigor.
She closed her eyes, sinking into their warmth, imagining the days to come. A week later, she had told herself, and her strength would return fully. But after only one night, she felt the tide already rising, faster than she had dared dream.
In the base, Jeremy rose silently and adjusted the blanket over Eila's body. His hand lingered for a moment over her still shoulder, as if some part of him wished to touch, to understand—but he withdrew just as quickly. His mistress's will was absolute. He would never defy her.
And above, Valeria stretched languidly against her stolen Alphas, her lips curving in a slow, dangerous smile. Their life-force was hers now, flowing into her like a river without end.
Her revenge was no longer a dream in the distance. It was near.
Closer than ever.