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 39: Chains of Truth 🐺🔥🌙


I glare at Dean, my blood boiling, the mate bond a burning knot in my chest as I watch Lia storm off, her words still ringing...her pain, her anger, her plea to be free. My fists clench, and every part of me wants to chase her, to grab her, to make her listen. I need to fix this, to explain, but Dean's hand shoots out, grabbing mine, yanking me back like he owns me. ( Which in some way he did).


I whip around, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "I'm in the mood, Dean. Let me go."


But he doesn't move, doesn't flinch. Instead, he shoves me hard against the wall, his palm digging into my chest, pinning me there like I'm nothing. His grip steel, his face inches from mine, and his voice drops, sharp and cold.


"Why you gotta hate me, Dorian?" he spits, his jaw tight, his amber eyes burning into me. "What's got you so twisted inside?"


Chapter 40 - chapter 39