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 32: Heat of Secrets 🐺🔥🌙Dorian's POV


I slip into Lia's room, my steps quiet, the moonlight spilling through the window, painting her sleeping form in silver.


She's curled up, her face soft, but that fire she carries—even in sleep—makes my chest ache. The mate bond, a hot pulse, tugging and twisting, tying me to her no matter how much I try to fight it.


I close the door softly, careful not to wake her, and head to my room, the air cool against my skin. Dropping onto the bed, I lie there, staring at the ceiling, a small grin pulling at my lips. She fought like hell against Grace earlier… and damn, if it didn't make me want her even more.


The door creaks open, and Rick walks in, his hair messy, his eyes tired but warm. He leans against the frame, his voice low.


 "Can I crash here tonight? Don't wanna wake Lia. She's out cold."


I chuckle, sitting up to face him. "You've been sleeping here without asking for months, man. Why the hell are you acting shy now?"


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