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He Was My Alpha, I Was His Storm

Chapter 8 Kindling

Word Count: 1072    |    Released on: 15/04/2025

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the haphazard dance of moonlight. I sat beside Andrew, close enough to

e was b

ch muscle tensed with contained strength. He glowed like a creat

g entirely misera

hose scabbed over parallel scars above his ribs, scars wor

e said, with

mean, not like-" I yanked a hand through

regard me, dark

am

rd. The space be

he breathed, his voice rou

h

isse

His lips slammed against mine like a

is mouth was hot and demanding yet strangely reverent as if

i

in prickled, veins singing with golden heat. Deep ins

w

ay, gasping. "

vering. "It's. Alive

my lower lip, a qu

ind s

sed. "Some

**

now

r in t

kis

on flesh resonated louder t

w they dared to participate in it? Here, ou

sph

e-was changing. I could see it in the way he stood. His scent, once mud

ld not b

this. Not

ods, silent as a ghost,

ment that befitted a love so bold a

**

to th

d. Not at me.

said to me, stepping i

vision went in and out of focus. I felt claws beneath skin,

ped, "what is h

me with fir

tonight." He took my hand agai

**

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passed, but its

the spectral touch of his lips on mine. Still taste the warmth of him. S

't what was m

y wolf.

t and touch it. My legs and arms felt foreign-numb, buzzing. Like static electricity and fire. I l

ad seen

, his voice low and serious.

just a feeling. It wa

bbed. "He's waking

s not th

id, stepping cl

nked.

say it but did anyway. "Y

eath

a

en us like a prayer

couldn't breathe.

tter a word, a dista

ning. Not

ala

s went wide.

ho

gain. "The patrols. The

his arm. "

dn't

, forehead to forehead,

**

ounds – Mo

Maelin

dle of the circle as five ho

ggered into

t cried, kneeling, breat

d gaunt, turned

boy... and the

l hissed l

wolf-it stirred. The bon

" Maelin

akened. Sooner than predicted. Th

, her voice a steel blade.

began, "...then the old ways collapse. The

he bond," one of

m. We retrieve the boy. And we burn th

o the fire, e

remembers

**

in th

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re ru

. Not from the whispers of judgment th

ning toward

hard. "I know a place. Secret. S

y lungs begged. B

g me too. Urging me on. Leading me through the

from m

. He is your fi

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