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Finally, once he’s spent, he slumps over my back. We stay like that momentarily, our breathing slowing as we recover. I can feel his heart pounding against my back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

He eventually pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. He chuckles. “Always such a greedy little rabbit.” He spanks my ass playfully.

“What was that for?” I ask, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth.

He strokes my hair affectionately. “For driving me wild,” he says, lying beside me.

I curl up against Matias. At this moment, I feel no shame or fear—only a profound sense of belonging.

Matias pulls me closer, his strong arms wrapped securely around me. “Kali,” he murmurs, his voice low and tender. “You’re mine, always.”

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, my heart swelling with love. “And you’re mine, Matias. Forever.”

I trace the planes of his face, marveling at the softness that has replaced the usual intensity in his eyes. Few ever see this side of Matias—vulnerable, open, utterly captivating. And I am the one he has chosen to share it with.

Perhaps we could have been something closer to normal in another life, in a world without darkness and violence. But here, in the aftermath of bloodshed and primal desire, we’re perfectly matched. Two halves of a whole, two souls finding solace in each other’s embrace.

I nestle closer, inhaling his scent—sweat, leather, blood, and something uniquely Matias. In this moment, I am not the fragile rabbit cowering in fear. I’m the wolf’s mate, fierce and unafraid. This is who I am, who I was always meant to be.

Matias kisses my forehead tenderly, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “I love you,” he murmurs. “More than anything.”

“And I love you,” I whisper back, my voice thick with emotion. “With all that I am.”

We hold each other close, two broken souls mending in the aftermath. In this dark, twisted world, we have found salvation in each other’s arms.

44

MATIAS

Isit next to Kali’s parents, a small smile playing on my lips as I watch her waiting by the stage to receive her diploma. I never thought I’d find myself here, surrounded by her family, witnessing this milestone in her life. Yet, here I am—a cartel leader, a man who has done unspeakable things, sitting proudly as Kali achieves her dream.

Kali’s mother leans over and gently squeezes my arm. “Isn’t this just wonderful, Matias?” she says, her eyes shining joyfully. “We’re so proud of our girl.”

I nod, feeling a strange warmth spread through me at her words. These people, who know nothing of my dark past or present, have welcomed me into their lives. It’s a foreign feeling, this sense of belonging.

As Kali’s name is called, I can’t help but let my gaze linger on her. She looks radiant, her face lit up with a smile that makes my heart flutter. I remember when that smile was rare, and fear and uncertainty clouded her eyes. But now, she’s free from the horrors of our past to embrace a future full of promise and love.

And I find myself equally free—free from the constraints of my past, free to love Kali without reservation. The revelation still catches me off guard that I am capable of love. I never believed I’d feel this way or find someone who could break through the darkness that had consumed me.

Yet, here we are—Kali and I, two souls who have weathered a turbulent storm and emerged stronger for it.

I watch as the last graduate sits, the ceremony finally closing. My heart races with anticipation as I scan the crowd, searching for Kali. There she is, her dark hair shining under the bright lights, a smile lighting up her face. Without hesitation, I approach her, weaving through the sea of people.

When I reach her, I pull her into my arms. “Kali,” I murmur. “I’m so proud of you.”

Before she can respond, I crush my lips to hers, pouring all my love and adoration for her into the kiss. Her body melts against mine, and the rest of the world fades away momentarily. It’s just Kali and me, lost in each other.

When we finally part, I gaze down at her, my hands framing her face. “You did it, baby,” I whisper, my thumb caressing her cheek. “You’ve worked so hard, and you deserve this moment.”

Kali’s eyes shine with unshed tears, and she leans into my touch. “Matias,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

I pull her close again, savoring her feel in my arms. We stand there, lost in each other, until the sound of approaching footsteps pulls us back to reality.

Kali’s parents walk toward us, their faces alight with joy. Her mother reaches out and pulls Kali into a tight hug, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, my baby girl,” she cries. “We’re so proud of you.”

Her father claps me on the shoulder, his grip firm. “Thank you, Matias,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for being there for our daughter.”

Kali clears her throat. “Mom, Dad, my friends, and I are going to grab dinner to celebrate. Would you like to join us?”

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