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When he finally entered her, the connection between them was electric, a bond that went beyond the physical. They moved together in perfect rhythm, their bodies and souls aligning as the world outside faded into nothing. Rory lost himself in her, in the way she gasped his name, the way she clung to him like he was her anchor in the storm.

He fought back the need to give into the feral part of him that wanted to fuck her so hard she would be unable to leave theirbed come morning, but she needed to know she meant more to him than that. He kissed her with reverence as he drew back and plunged back into her, allowing the nubs along his cock to rise before elongating into barbs as he dragged himself back.

Maeve’s nails dug into him as she arched her back and yowled. Over and over he possessed her in the primal way of their kind and she reveled in that possession. When her pussy clamped down and she called his name, he could restrain his need no longer and pounded into her until his release was a shattering rush of heat and light that left them both trembling and breathless.

Reluctantly, Rory rolled from her body, holding her close, his forehead resting against hers as they came down from the high. For a long moment, they stayed like that, their breath mingling as their hearts slowed.

“I love you,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Maeve’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he feared he’d said too much. But then she smiled, her hand cupping his cheek as she whispered, “I love you too.”

The words filled him with a sense of peace he hadn’t known he needed. He kissed her again, slow and lingering, before settling her into his arms. They lay tangled together, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their passion.

But the night wasn’t over. The war wasn’t over.

Rory pressed a kiss to Maeve’s temple, his voice steady as he said, “We need to talk about what’s next.”

Maeve nodded, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Tadhg may be weakened, but he isn’t finished.”

“No,” Rory agreed. “And your father won’t stop, either. Not until he gets what he wants.”

“Then we stop him,” Maeve said simply, her voice fierce.

Rory tightened his arms around her, a grim determination settling over him. The road ahead was dangerous, but Rory didn’t care. As long as Maeve was by his side, he would face whatever came next. She was his mate, and he would fight to the ends of the earth to keep her safe.

CHAPTER 13

MAEVE

The first rays of dawn spilled through the wide windows of the small sitting room on the main floor of the abbey, casting a pale golden hue over the rugged vista in the distance. Maeve stood by the glass, her fingers brushing the chilled pane as she watched the sunlight stretch across the horizon. The contrast was striking—the serenity of the morning sky, unmarred and endless, against the swirling turmoil of her thoughts.

She’d barely slept, her mind spinning with the events of the past day. The memory of Rory’s touch, his words, lingered in her like a warm ember amid the cold reality of their circumstances. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to lose focus, to get lost in the sunrise's beauty. But the world outside wouldn’t allow her to bask in that peace for long.

Behind her, the faint sound of movement pulled her from her thoughts. Alexander’s familiar, hesitant footsteps echoed through the abbey, his gait as unsteady as they were noticeable. She turned, watching as her brother approached, his face lined with worry and exhaustion. The bags under his eyes a testament to what his time in Galway had cost him.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice soft.

Alexander shook his head, leaning against the doorframe. “Not with everything that’s happening.” He paused, his gaze flicking to the sunrise behind her before settling back on her face. “Maeve, we need to talk.”

The tightness in his voice sent a ripple of unease through her. “What is it?” she asked.

Alexander hesitated, his jaw tightening before he spoke. “Our father isn’t just after you because of pride or revenge. He’s unraveling, Maeve. Worse than I’ve ever seen him.”

Maeve’s stomach knotted. Her father had always been a looming shadow in her life—cruel, calculating, and dangerous. But this was something new, something more insidious. “What do you mean?”

Alexander crossed the room, running a hand through his dark hair. “He’s not thinking rationally anymore. Paranoia, fits of rage, delusions. He’s convinced you’re the key to everything—his reputation, his legacy, his empire. And when someone like our father spirals, everyone around him becomes collateral damage.”

Maeve’s fingers tightened on the windowsill, her nails pressing into the wood. “That’s why you came with me,” she said, the realization dawning on her. “Not just because of Rory or the Kellehers. You wanted to protect me from him.”

“Of course I did,” Alexander said, his voice sharp. “I’ve seen what he’s capable of, Maeve. I couldn’t let him drag you back into that madness. Tadhg convinced me if I sided with them, I could protect you from both the O’Connells and the O’Neills.”

A lump formed in her throat, but she pushed it down, forcing herself to focus. “And now? What do we do?”

Alexander’s expression hardened, his jaw clenched as he considered her question. “That’s something Rory and Cormac are better equipped to answer. But Maeve, you need tounderstand—if we’re going to stop our father, we can’t hesitate. He won’t.”

The certainty in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She knew Alexander was right. Their father wouldn’t rest until he had her under his control, no matter the cost. The thought of him spiraling further, becoming more dangerous with every passing day, was enough to make her chest tighten.

“Maeve?” Rory’s voice cut through the air, low and steady, helping her find her footing.

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