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 57: Fighting for My Place 🐺🔥🌙


The Ironfang pack hall is filled with coldness so thick I can almost taste it. My chest pounds like a drum as Dorian steps in front of me, his growl shaking the stone walls. He shoves Ethan back with one strong arm, and the force makes Ethan stumble. His feet scrape against the ground as he struggles to keep balance, his face pale, his eyes wide.


It's almost funny. Just minutes ago he was standing tall, his words sharp, acting like he owned me and this whole pack. But now? Now he looks like a kid caught doing something wrong. The mighty Ethan, so full of pride, reduced to nothing but fear in a heartbeat. I can't help the chuckle that slips past my lips.


Dorian doesn't laugh. His eyes stay locked on me, softening just enough to ease the pounding in my chest. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the heavy silence. "You okay, Lia?"


Chapter 58 - chapter 57