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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I slump on the couch, my jaw throbbing where Dean's fist landed, a growl rumbling deep in my chest.


Just thinking about him—Dean, that smug bastard—makes my blood boil. He called us useless, nothing, and walked away, but now he's back, sniffing around Lia.


My wolf claws at my insides, raging, desperate to hunt him down, to demand why he's here, why he's after her.


Eric kneels beside me, his hands steady as he wipes blood from my face, his touch cool, almost too gentle.


He finishes, his blue eyes meeting mine, his voice low. "You okay, Dorian? That looks bad."


I yank my shirt back on, covering the bruises, my anger surging. "I was fine until that prick showed up," I snarl.


Eric leans back, his eyes narrowing. "Dean's trouble. You sure you can handle him?"


I glare, my voice sharp. "What's that mean? You think I'm weak, Eric?"


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