Page 57 of The Blood Moon Oath

I can’t help the way my chest tightens. It’s not jealousy. Not for me, at least. I’ve never been jealous. I’ve shared women with my brothers before—hell, we’ve all shared before. But this… this is different. She’s different. There’s something about her, something more. And I hate it.

But the anger is there, too. That primal ache that gnaws at me. I can feel the sharp edge of desire,herdesire, thrumming through the bond, and it’s not for me. It’s for Torin.

It takes me a second, but before I can even process what I’m feeling, I’m moving. My body reacts before my mind does. I stalk through the halls, moving faster, my fists clenched at my sides. Every step I take feels heavier, the weight of the bond pulling me forward, dragging me toward her.

I’m angry. So fucking angry. Angry that she’s feeling this for him, that she’s given him something she’s never given me. Angry that she’s pulling away, angry that Ican’tfeel her the way I used to.

Get to her. Now.

The bond pulses again, sharper this time, and the feeling floods me. It’s almost too much to handle. Her desire,herhunger, rolling through the connection like a wave crashing over me. And that wave? It’s not for me. It’s for Torin.

I move faster. My heart is hammering in my chest, my body burning with the intensity of her need. I can’t ignore it anymore. Not when it’s this strong. Not when it’s pulling me toward her, toward wherever the hell she is.

But then, something shifts.

I feel it in the air, a sudden change in the bond, in her energy. The desire that was once sharp and desperate turns into something else—something lighter, somethingfree.

I pause, the shift catching me off guard.

Joy.

It’s joy. And excitement.

I feel it rolling through her, and for a moment, I don’t know what the hell is happening. She’s not conflicted anymore. She’s not angry. She’s alive in a way I can’t quite comprehend. She’s… happy?

What the hell is going on?

And then, I reach the edge of the realm where the barrier is. The divide between the human realm and ours. The air shifts around me, colder, sharper, as I step into the space where the magic thins. And that’s when I see it.

Her.

Sable.

She’s on Torin’s back, her body flushed with cold, her wild hair blowing in the wind, looking like she’s never felt more alive. She’s naked, the moonlight catching the smooth curve of her skin, her eyes wide with exhilaration, her body pressed to his. I can smell her arousal from here, the unmistakable scent ofherhunger, and it’s not for me. It’s for Torin.

My teeth grind together as I watch. I can feel the heat of her, the thrill of her joy, and I can’t stop the jealousy that claws at my chest. It’s not just the fact that she’s with him. It’s the way she looks. Free. Beautiful.Happy.

I stand there, watching the scene unfold before me, the fire in my chest slowly simmering into a controlled heat. My eyes flick between Torin and Sable, who’s still perched on his back, looking like she’s been set free from some invisible cage. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, her hair wild, her body flushed with excitement—and I feel every drop of it, her desire rolling through the bond. The familiar, sharp ache of jealousy stabs at me again. I’ve always been in control, but now?

Now, I’m feeling like a fucking fool.

Torin’s shifted back into his human form, the transformation so smooth I don’t even see it happening, until he’s standing there, his body towering over hers. His eyes meet mine, and I can feel the tension flare between us, sharp and electric. He’s surprised. Caught off guard, just like I am.

I cross my arms, staring at them both. “What the hell were you two doing?” I ask, my tone a little sharper than I intend. They both look at me, suddenly sheepish, like they’ve been caught doing something they shouldn’t.

I roll my eyes, not bothering to hide my frustration. “It’s fairly obvious, don’t you think?” I snap. The jealousy flares again, hot and biting. I can’t stand it.

Torin grins at me, unfazed by my irritation. “Yeah, it’s not exactly subtle, is it?” he says, his voice dark with amusement.

I sigh heavily, my fingers digging into the fabric of my sleeves. “Put some clothes on, for God’s sake,” I mutter, my patience wearing thin.

Her gaze snaps to Torin and then down to his semi-erect cock and she smirks.

This whole thing—her desire for him, the way shelooksat him like that—it’s tearing at my mind.

Torin chuckles under his breath, and then with a flick of his wrist, he uses his magic. In an instant, pants materialize on his lower half, fitting snugly against his toned form. It’s enough to settle some of my irritation, but not all of it.

I turn to Sable, my fingers itching to fix her, too, to give her something, anything to cover herself. But when I use my powers to drape a cloak over her shoulders, she immediately rips it off, the fabric falling to the ground with a soft thud.

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