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All he felt was wanted.

Silas’ hand drifted down his side, slow and possessive, a silent promise. “Evan,” he murmured, like he needed to say it, like he wanted to claim it.

Evan exhaled shakily and let himself sink into Silas’ warmth.

For the first time in his life, he wasn’t alone.

Evan's heart pounded against his ribs, echoing the thunderous pulse still resonating through his body. They lay entwined, Silas' warmth enveloping him, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. The haze of pleasure began to dissipate, leaving Evan with a whirlwind of thoughts and a growing sense of unease.

What happens now?The question looped in his mind, a relentless echo. He'd stepped into the hunt to save Lila, never imagining he'd end up claimed by an alpha werewolf. Claimed and... changed. He could feel it, a shift deep within him, like a key turning in a long-rusted lock.

A rustling in the undergrowth snapped Evan's attention upward.

Evan's heart slammed against his ribs. Shadows moved between the trees—watching. The glow of their eyes, hungry and waiting, sent a shiver down his spine. Fear coiled tight in his gut, but Silas was still inside him, his powerful body holding him close. Heat, possessive and unshakable, warred against the cold dread creeping up Evan’s skin.

"Silas," Evan whispered, his voice barely there. "They're watching us."

Silas didn’t tense. Didn’t stiffen. He lifted his head lazily, lips curving like this was all some kind of game. He rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, grinding his cock deeper into Evan’s sore, spent body. Evan bit back a moan, his face burning.

"They're waiting," Silas murmured against his throat, his breath hot, his teeth grazing skin still marked from the bite. "Waiting for me to finish so they can have their turn."

Evan's stomach lurched. His hands fisted in the dirt. "You mean… they want to—" His voice cracked. He couldn’t even say it.

Silas chuckled, the sound deep and knowing. He ran a hand up Evan’s trembling thigh. "You look scared."

"Of course I’m scared," Evan snapped, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. "I don’t want to be… passed around like some kind of prize."

Silas hummed, rolling his hips again, sinking so deep Evan saw stars. "You don’t look scared of me."

Evan’s breath hitched. Shame and arousal tangled like thorns under his skin. "I… I was," he admitted, heat crawling up his throat. "At first."

Silas ran his tongue over the bite mark at Evan’s throat, satisfaction dripping from every slow, teasing movement. "And now?"

Evan flushed, embarrassment and arousal warring within him. "I... I was scared at first," he admitted. "But... I got overit." He didn't mention the moment he'd taken Silas' cock into his hands, the moment he'd realized he wanted this.

Silas lifted his head, his dark eyes flashing as he turned to the watching wolves. A low growl rumbled from his chest—deep, commanding, a sound that sent something primal skittering through Evan’s bones.

The others flinched. One by one, they melted into the shadows, not willing to challenge an alpha for what was his.

Gone.

Evan’s breath shuddered out of him. Relief, shock, something dangerously close to admiration curled through his chest.

Silas had made them leave. For him.

His body ached, every nerve still buzzing, but Silas didn’t move away. He stayed inside him, his heat grounding Evan against the cool earth. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back against Silas’ broad chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath somehow soothing.

Evan let himself relax.

The moon hung high above them, silver and endless. He stared up at it, letting the quiet settle over him, letting himself drink in this moment—this strange, twisted moment where he felt safe. Wanted.

Respected.

Cared for.

Even if the man holding him was a total stranger.

He should’ve been terrified. He should’ve been running. But instead, he melted into Silas’ warmth, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of everything they’d done.

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