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 33: Claws of Old Wounds 🐺🔥🌙Dorian's POV


I storm across the hall, my blood roaring in my veins, the mate bond a burning chain in my chest, pulling me forward even as rage blinds me.


Dean's standing there like he owns the damn world, his smirk sharp as a blade, his eyes glinting with that same arrogant fire I used to know.


And then there's Lia. Standing right beside him. Her face tight, her clothes rumpled. My chest squeezes, my anger boiling hotter, threatening to consume me.


I grab her hand, my grip firm, ready to yank her away from him, to pull her back where she belongs—but Dean's hand shoots out fast, clamping onto mine, forcing it off her with a strength that makes my jaw clench hard enough to crack. His touch is cold. Deliberate. A challenge.


I want to smash his face into the damn floor.


My glare locks on him, my voice dropping into a low growl, thick with fury.


 "Get your ass back where you came from, Dean. And keep your hands off Lia."


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