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“That’s right, mate,” he rasped, his voice low and thick. “Come for me. Come while I breed this tight little pussy.”

The heat inside me blazed hotter than ever, and then Killian groaned, his body tensing. His cock throbbed inside me as he spilled his seed deep in my womb.

My whole world became one endless orgasm, a single blazing fire eating me from the inside out. My core clamped down hard at the same time my pussy clenched around his cock. My entire body went rigid and one long feral-sounding scream escaped my throat.

Then the heat consumed me, tearing me apart, and the world went dark.

CHAPTER 5

Killian O’Connor

The moment I scented her, I knew. And not just me; we all knew.

We’d found our mate.

When I’d first caught it, it had hit me like a lightning strike—sharp, hot, and impossible to ignore. Zara’s scent wasn’t like anything I’d ever encountered before. Sweet and earthy, with a wild edge that spoke straight to my wolf. It wasn’t just the fire of her heat, though that alone had been enough to drive us all to the brink. No, it was her. Something deeper, something that curled around me and refused to let go.

I looked around to my pack mates. They were all drawn to her, just like I was, but none of them felt it the way I did.

My instincts had always been sharper, wilder, less inclined to listen to reason. It was both my gift and my curse.

I didn’t want to just claim her. I wanted to mark her. To sink my teeth into her soft skin and make it clear to every feral, every wolf, every living thing that Zara belonged to us—to me.

She was ours.

When her heat hit, it had been a struggle just to hold back. My wolf had clawed at the surface, demanding I take what was mine. But there had been a moment—when her scent wrapped around me, when her body had arched against mine—that I’d almost lost control.

Almost.

Now Zara’s heat was cooling, but I still felt the same draw to her that I’d felt before.

The weight of her in my arms was almost nothing. Her head lolled against my chest, her body slack and limp as I carried her. Even now, I could feel the slow cooling of the fire inside her, a strange, potent energy that set my own nerves on edge.

I wasn’t used to carrying someone like this. Never had a reason to, really. Most of my life had been spent looking out for myself, or fighting for survival on the rough streets of Dublin. Back then, there was no room for being soft or sentimental. You either hardened yourself, or you didn’t make it. That was it.

But now, here I was, carrying a girl I barely knew, a girl I’d just thoroughly fucked, surrounded by the only family I had left in the world. Tobias stalked ahead, his broad shoulders tense and his black-gray hair wild. Magnus walked beside me, his gaze always scanning ahead. Callum stayed closer to Zara’s side, his worry plain as day, while Thorne brought up the rear, silent and brooding as always.

We were a unit. A pack. And now, she was part of it. She didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Not without us.

The trees began to thin as we approached the stream where we’d stopped earlier, the sunlight breaking through the canopy and dappling the ground in shifting patterns. The water trickled softly, a calming contrast to the storm still raging in my head.

I glanced down at Zara. She looked peaceful now, her face slack in unconsciousness, her breath coming in slow, even rhythms. Her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her face and neck.

I’d seen all of her. Touched all of her.

Christ.

A part of me felt like an arsehole for what we’d done. She hadn’t wanted to give in. Not at first. But the heat had left her no choice, and we’d been the only ones who could save her. We had to breed her. It was the only way to slack her heat.

I tightened my grip on her, my jaw clenching.

We’dsaved her.

And I wouldn’t feel guilty about that.

Zara shifted in my arms again, her brow furrowing as she started to wake. I felt her pulse quicken against my chest, and her scent—faint now, but still unmistakable—lingered in the air between us.

“Easy, lass,” I murmured, more roughly than I intended. “You’re safe now.”

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