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Arthur's POV

I stood in front of the mirror, my fists clenched at my sides. I could feel the anger boiling inside me like a storm ready to burst. My brother, Jeremy, had been attacked by the rival pack, and I couldn’t let that go unanswered. I was ready to march over to their territory and confront them, to make them pay for what they had done.

Just as I was about to leave, Julianne walked in. Her eyes widened when she saw my tense posture. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.

“I’m going to deal with the rival pack,” I replied, my voice low and fierce. “They hurt Jeremy, and they won't go scot-free with it. They need to understand that they can’t just get away with it.”

Julianne stepped closer, her brow furrowing as she reached out to place a hand on my arm. “Arthur, wait. You can’t start a war over this. It will put everyone in danger, not just you, but think of Antonia, your pack members, Jeremy, and everyone, including me.”

Her words hit me hard, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of rage. “They started it! They attacked my brother. What do you expect me to do? Sit down and fold my hands and do nothing? Or I should Just let it slide?” My heart raced, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

Julianne took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. “I know it’s unfair. I get that. But think about our pack. If you go after them, it could escalate. They might retaliate, and we would all pay the price.”

I looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of weakness in her argument. Julianne had always been the voice of reason, the one who kept our pack together during tough times. But this time, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, and her words were the only thing holding me back.

“What if they do it again?” I asked my voice softer now, the anger giving way to uncertainty. “What if they attack him again? I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

She nodded slowly, her gaze steady. “I understand. But let’s give it time. If they cross that line again, then you can act. I promise I won’t stop you. But right now, think about the consequences.”

I took a step back, frustration bubbling within me. I didn’t want to listen, but deep down, I knew she was right. Julianne had never asked me to do something I didn’t believe in. It was hard to trust that her plan could work, but I didn’t want to put our pack in danger.

“Fine,” I finally said, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. “I’ll let it pass this time. But if they come after Jeremy again, I won’t hold back.”

Julianne smiled, relief washing over her features. “Thank you, Arthur. That means a lot.”

As she turned to leave, I felt a knot of suspicion twist in my stomach. Why was she so intent on stopping me? I had seen her with Jeremy before I walked in. They had been talking, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they were hiding something from me. I didn’t like the idea of them keeping secrets, especially at a time like this.

“Julianne,” I called out, my voice sharper than I intended. She turned back, looking a bit startled.

I moved closer to Julianne, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to know what we shared meant something to her, that was the reason for stopping her in the first place.

“Julianne,” I said again, trying to keep my voice steady, “did what we had last time mean nothing to you?”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but she didn’t say anything. My frustration flared again, but I took a deep breath.

“I like you, Julianne. The moment we shared—it meant everything to me. I thought it was special.”

As I spoke, I could see her expression shift. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, I felt her move closer. I was caught off guard when she suddenly kissed me. It was soft but electric, and all my thoughts faded away at that moment.

The warmth of her lips against mine made my heart race, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had been so unsure of how she felt, and now this kiss spoke louder than words ever could. I pulled her closer, wanting to hold on to this feeling, to let the world around us fade away.

When we finally pulled apart, her eyes were shining with something I couldn’t quite place—happiness, maybe, or a mix of emotions just like mine. I could feel the weight of my earlier anger slipping away, replaced by a hope that maybe things could be different.

“Julianne,” I started, my voice softer now, “I didn’t expect that.”

She smiled, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “I didn’t want to think about what might happen next. I just wanted to feel this moment.”

I leaned in and crushed my lips on hers again, biting her lower lips to succumb to my lip touch.

She kissed me back with that fire of hers, and in no time, our kiss was a battle of tongues; my hand raked to her hair as I pulled her closer to me, kissing her.

I lifted her and headed to my chambers since we were rooted to the middle spot in the hallway; we passed a few bodyguards on the way, and I shut the door as we got in.

I dropped her down and stared at her, she smiled and filled the remaining gap.

She opened my shirt, ran a veiny finger across my chest, leaned forward, and then placed a kiss in the center of my chest.

My resistance shattered and I pulled her into my arms.

"Julianne." I groaned and crushed my lips to hers.

She tasted of fire and passion and memory. Her lips greeted mine eagerly, her hunger matched my sudden own. Her mouth opened beneath his, and my tongue plundered hers.

She yanked my shirt open and pushed it over my shoulders. I pulled her harder against him, the soft fabric of her dress nothing more than a whisper between the heat of my body and hers. Her breasts molded against my chest, and I knew I was lost forever. And did not care.

I ran my hands over her neck and down the curve of her buttocks, cupping them in my hands and pressing her closer against me. My hips ground against hers; my arousal hard and hot and aching. I gathered the fabric of her gown and pulled it up until I could slide my hands over the smooth flesh of the backs of her thighs. I shifted quickly, drew my lips from here, and in one well-practiced move, pulled her gown over her head and tossed it aside.

"Ohh my." She sighed.

Why does she look surprised over it, like it is something new?

I pulled her hard against me, and my lips once more claimed her. Her naked breasts crushed against my bare chest, the redhead tips of her nipples pressing hard against me. My hands roamed over the derriere. Her hands trailed down to my side, her touch light and precise, as if she wanted to explore, as always, every inch of me but was kinda hesitant and unsure today.

Her hands reached the silk of my trousers and skimmed over the fabric to caress my buttocks.

Abruptly, I stepped away.

She drew a deep shuddering breath. "Wolfman —"

"Do be quiet, for once, Julianne. I wish to look at you.

As I have not done before. As I have always wished to do.

"I have no wish to be inspected."

I laughed and took her hands. "Nor have I any desire to inspect." My gaze moved from hers to the long column of her throat and lower. "Only to worship." Her body caught the light of the lamp; since I had turned off the main light earlier, it glowed like a painting by an artist. An angel comes to earth. Her breasts were full and full even after giving and suckling two kids, her waist narrow, her hips broad and inviting. She was exactly as I had pictured her in the quiet hours of my dreams, the dreams that had filled the years since I had married and known her by touch.

"Well?" She shifted from foot to foot as if distinctly uncomfortable. "Have you seen enough then?"

"Never," I murmured and released her hands.

I stepped closer and cupped her breasts, then lowered my mouth to her nipple. I ran my tongue lightly over the tip, and I gasped. My tongue trailed around her nipple, and it tightened and puckered at my touch. I drew it into my mouth and suckled, and I felt her stomach tighten against me. I turned my attention to the other breast and feasted on it until her breath came short and shallow.

I dropped to my knees, clasped her closer to me, and nuzzled my mouth against the soft flesh of her stomach. Tasting and teasing until her fingers tightened on my shoulders, and she moaned. I ran my hands along the back of her thighs and her calves and caressed her ankles. And then slowly, so slowly, I felt her hold her breath, drew my hands up between her legs to the soft flesh of her inner thighs and the curls at the juncture of her legs. I nudged her legs apart with one hand and lightly cupped her mound with the other. She sucked in a deep sharp breath. She is hot and moist against my hand, and my fingers explore the soft, slick folds of flesh...I found the hard sensitive spot of her pleasure and caressed it. She gasped and tried to pull away, but I held her tight and stroked her until I felt the tension building up within her. And my arousal throbbed between my legs.

Without warning I rose, scooped her into my arms, and laid her on the bed. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she could do no more than moan like a freak.

I shrugged out of my trousers, then joined her on the bed to kneel between her legs. I spread her legs apart roughly and lowered my mouth to taste her. She gasped and arched upward.

I know how much she loves it even though she didn't show it the last time. My tongue caressed her and teased her until she writhed in pleasure. The taste of her, the scent of her aroused me until I knew I could take no more and knew as well she tottered on the brink of release.

I shifted to straddle her, braced myself with one arm, and guided my aching member into her.

"Arthur." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me.

I entered her gently and gasped at the intense sensation of her wet heat surrounding me, enveloping me. She is slick with desire, and I resisted the urge to hurry. With a deliberate stroke, I buried myself inside her until I was fully consumed by her. I lay there for a long moment savouring the feel of being one with her.

At last, I slid back until I had nearly withdrawn, then pushed forward again, a measure, even designed to heighten her pleasure and mine. She wrapped her legs around her and arched her hips up to meet him. The tension built inexorably within me and urged me faster. My pace increased. The feel of her body around me spurred me on. I thrust harder and faster, and she met me with an urgency of her own. Adele whimpered and gripped my shoulders, and I buried my head in her neck. I climbed harder and faster towards release, but not without her.

Her cried and labored breathing meshed with mine and to be honest, I no longer knew whose was whose. And when I thought I could restrain my urgency no longer, she called out my name and dug her nails hard into his shoulders, and her body exploded beneath mine in waves that washed through her and into my very soul. My release came hot and intense and convulsed my body as if it would tear me apart, and for a moment, I knew without question I would die in her arms without regrets, not like I have had.