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Lucien held Riley close as they stepped out of Moonthread Den, only to find Ronan still standing nearby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A flicker of annoyance passed through Lucien\u2019s eyes. He wrapped his coat tighter around Riley, shielding her face completely from view.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s heartbeat thundered in her chest. She clutched the edge of his coat with white knuckles, her nails digging into her palms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlpha Lucien,\u201d Ronan called out, stepping forward with an air of forced politeness. \u201cLeaving so soon?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien didn\u2019t hesitate. His voice was steady, commanding. \u201cMy mate isn\u2019t feeling well.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At those words, Riley\u2019s heart skipped a beat. The title rolled off his tongue so naturally, yet it sent a tremor through her soul. Her face burned as she pressed closer to Lucien, her ear against his chest, where his heartbeat matched her own-fast, strong, and protective.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The tension was palpable. Even the air seemed to thicken with the weight of dominance and threat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in their amber depths. \u201cShe\u2019s not in a condition to greet anyone, especially not you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, he effortlessly scooped Riley up into his arms\u00a0<\/p>\n
Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien opened the car door in a swift motion and gently placed her in the back seat, his frame hovering protectively above her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them. Riley could feel his warmth against her skin, his scent grounding her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He lowered his head slightly and murmured near her ear, \u201cDon\u2019t be afraid. I\u2019m here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice, soft and resolute, soothed the turmoil inside her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he stood, closed the door, and turned to face Ronan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The air shifted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ronan took a step closer, a gleam of suspicion in his eyes. He couldn\u2019t see the woman\u2019s face clearly, but something about her scent tickled his memory.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s stance stiffened. His posture was no longer just defensive. It was territorial.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If there\u2019s nothing else, I\u2019ll be going,\u201d Lucien said, his tong now unmistakably frigid.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ronan hesitated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was something nagging at him. A scent-familiar, most maddeningly so.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He inhaled again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The scent was buried beneath layers of Lucien\u2019s Alpha pheromones, but still faintly there. Riley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But\u2026 no. That couldn\u2019t be. Riley had been scrawny, hollow-eyed, with bruises under her skin and despair in her bones.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet the woman Lucien shielded was nothing like the ghost of the prisoner he remembered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This one was fuller now, curves soft and healthy under the folds of Lucien\u2019s coat. Her once dull skin now glowed with quiet vitality. Even the air around her shimmered with new strength, the kind that came from being cared for-not pitied, but protected. Loved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien had given her that. And Ronan didn\u2019t recognize what he\u2019d once broken because she was no longer\u00a0<\/p>\n
broken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But instincts were instincts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ronan moved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a sudden motion, he yanked open the car door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A cold gust swept inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley flinched, shrinking back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ronan leaned in, eyes seeking her face-\u00a0<\/p>\n
But he never got the chance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s fist collided with Ronan\u2019s jaw, sending the othe Alpha stumbling back several steps.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ronan wiped the blood from his lip, stunned. He was rarely touched-and never like this, not in public.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fury overtook him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He lunged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound of fabric\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bones crack\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mus\u00a0<\/p>\n
tearing echoed through the street a both men began to shift.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s form expanded-sleek midnight fur, like woven obsidian under sunlight. He was bigger than Ronan remembered, more solid, with a terrifying, quiet strength. His eyes blazed with golden fury.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ronan\u2019s wolf emerged seconds later, larger in height perhaps, with a brutish, bulkier frame and a coat of storm-gray. But size alone meant nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien moved like a shadow come alive. Precise. Lethal\u00a0<\/p>\n
They collided with a snarl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Claws slashed. Fangs snapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The street became a battlefield.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley sat frozen in the car, both hands clenched to the door frame as the two Alphas fought like ancient titans.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.68%\u00a0<\/p>\n
+5 Pearls\u00a0<\/p>\n
Each time Lucien was hit, her heart stopped. Every blow landed on him felt like it landed on her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She could hardly breathe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
None of this would have happened if not for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien-\u00a0<\/p>\n
The man who had treated her not as a burden, but as a son\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had apologized the moment she coughed from the smoke in his study and never smoked near her again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she\u2019d tried to take her own life, he\u2019d stopped her When she was half-dead from alcohol poisoning, he rushed her to the infirmary and paid her medical fees without question.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He never asked anything of her in return. Not even graude.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because Lucien wasn\u2019t like Ronan. He wasn\u2019t a monster with a charming smile. He was good. And he was being punished because of her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears burned in her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ronan had ruined her once before. In prison, he\u2019d sentolves to \u201cdiscipline\u201d her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For years, even the sound of his name triggered tremor in her chest. The scent of his cologne made her flinch. His voice could shatter her from the inside out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But not now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something shifted inside her-something fierce and primal and unbreakable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s kindness had done what therapy and time could not: it had made her feel safe again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not weak. Not broken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t the helpless girl Ronan had locked away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was Riley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A survivor. A white wolf.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She clenched her fists, nails drawing blood,\u00a0<\/p>\n
And this time, she wouldn\u2019t let him win.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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