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I want my bonding bite to be as perfect as she is.

I drag the flat of my tongue over the swollen gland, tasting her—salt and sweetness and something indescribably omega that makes my cock twitch inside her. Her fingers clutch on my shoulders as she arches into the touch. When my canines prick just enough to tease, her entire body tenses, a breathless “Please,” spilling from her lips.

My teeth pierce deep. The moment my venom floods her veins, her scream shattering the air between us. Her thighs clamp around my hips, her pussy pulsing around my knot in erratic contractions as the claiming takes hold.

Her essence is golden fire and liquid sunlight, pouring through me in a scalding rush. Her pleasure, her soul, races into my chest, burning through every vein, searing across every nerve, before settling behind my ribs like a second heartbeat.

She’severywhere.

In the hitch of my breath her emotions crash into me—love, fear, joy, devotion.

In the thunder of my pulse, now syncing with hers.

In the very marrow of my bones, where her presence hums, permanent and perfect.

I groan against her neck, my hips jerking as her essence fuses with mine, the bond between us solidifying into something perfectly unbreakable.

Mine.

Ours.

Forever.

Chapter Forty-Three

Emma

Istep out of the steamy bathroom, towel wrapped around me, skin still flushed and tingling after my night with Phoenix. Every bond inside me burns bright and steady, warming my chest from the inside out. Asher, Soren, Phoenix—each connection sings with certainty, their love anchoring me so deeply there isn’t any space for fear or doubt anymore. I am cherished. Claimed. Seen in a way I know is right, down to the marrow of my bones.

I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror and I have to stare. My hair falls in light blonde tangles over shoulders that are softer now. I no longer look sallow, or pale like a cadaver. My cheeks are pink, my lips bitten. I look alive, even luminous. There’s a glow to my skin that wasn’t therebefore.

I run my fingertips over the silvery marks on my neck where my alphas gave me their claiming bites. The marks shimmer, soft and beautiful. Bond scars that signal to anyone, to everyone, exactly who I belong to and who belongs to me.

I look closer, my heart stuttering, to the mess of scars left by Pack Carmichael. The old bite marks—the mangled, angry wounds they left behind—look different. The scars aren’t raised or red the way they used to be. They’re flatter, paler, as if the rage has burned out of them.

Shock stirs through me. Real, shivering disbelief. They’re healing. The wounds those monsters left arefading. The hissing, hateful chorus that messed with my mind is simply gone. There’s nothing left. Not even a distant echo. There is only peace, only the certainty of my alphas’ bonds woven deep inside me.

The last remnant of Pack Carmichael will disappear after the gala. Once we catch them, once everyone knows what they’ve done, there will be nothing hanging over my head.

Two days.

In two days’ time, I’ll truly be free.

There will be no more hiding. No more darkness. No more doubts.

There will only be living.

I dress in soft, comfortable clothes, my body still singing with contentment. The bonds inside me are warm and bright, urging me out of my room and into the heart of the house. I pad barefoot down the hallway, excitement rising with every step to find my alphas. My mates. My pack.

As I reach the kitchen, I slow, breath catching in my throat. The sight of them together, their scents swirling through the air, mixing with coffee and morning sun, stops me cold.

They’re heartbreakingly handsome. Solid, sure.

Completely mine.

“Moonbeam!” Asher crosses the room and slides his arms around my waist, tilting my face up for a deep, slow kiss that makes my heart race.

When Asher has finished kissing me, Soren presses a kiss to my forehead and then my mouth, his hand lingering at the back of my neck before Phoenix grinsand swoops me up, kissing me all hot and lingering, leaving me dizzy and flushed and needing my…nest.

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