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The confession hangs in the air, a palpable tension enveloping us as the weight of my secret settles between us. Anya’s eyes widen in a mix of shock and disbelief, her cheeks flushing with a sudden blush. Her breath catches, and I can see a flurry of emotions churning within her.
To my surprise, Anya responds with a question that catches me off guard. “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”
“Pardon?” I gasp.
“If you were there, watching me, why didn’t you come and join in?”
The air between us seems to crackle with tension as I search for the right words, struggling to come to terms with the unexpected direction our conversation has taken.
She turns to face me, a new fire blazing in her eyes. “Or why don’t you do something now?”
The revelation lingers in the air, and I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. Anya’s unexpected response has opened a door I never thought would be unlocked, and now I’m standing on the threshold of uncharted territory.
I edge closer to her, my eyes fixed on Anya the whole time. The air between us is sizzling in an intense way I don’t think I have ever experienced something like this before. It’s damn near overwhelming. I swallow hard as I reach out to slowly edge the spaghetti strap off her shoulder.
But I snatch back the moment I graze her soft skin because it feels like I’ve been electrocuted.
“It’s okay,” Anya murmurs, her voice pure seduction. “Look.”
She slides the strap off herself, giving me a little glimpse of the black lacy bra she has on underneath. Spurred on by how hot this is, and how this is something I have always wanted to do, I try again, this time sliding the other strap down.
Holy hell, she might be the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life. I will never get a chance to experience something like this again. I push thoughts of Ryan and the pack to one side as I realize that I might actually be able to make my biggest fantasy come true here. I slide Anya’s top down and gasp at the sight of her in just her bra. I might have dreamed about this woman a million and one times, but she’s way more beautiful in the flesh…
I need to see more. I crave all of her…
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Oh shit.
It’s Roarke.
The atmosphere in the cave is already thick with tension, and I can feel it like a weight pressing down on all of us. Roarke’s frustration and anger seems to reach a boiling point, and for a moment, it’s as if the air itself crackles with his intensity.
I glance over at Anya, who has unbridled terror dancing in her eyes while she tries to cover herself back up with her flimsy top that just won’t do as she wants it too.
As Roarke strides into the cave, his anger radiates off him like waves of heat. I can see the tension in his muscles, the clenched jaw, and the furrowed brow. It’s clear that we’ve pushed him to the edge, and I brace myself for the impact of his anger.
But then, in a moment that takes us all by surprise, Roarke’s transformation begins. His body shifts and contorts, and before our eyes, he transforms into a massive, powerful wolf. The change is swift and astonishing, leaving us all momentarily stunned.
Anya’s eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of the wolf before her. It’s a sight she was never meant to witness, a secret we were all supposed to keep hidden. Roarke’s rule, the one he was so adamant about, has been broken in the most dramatic fashion.
Anya’s reaction to Roarke’s transformation is a mix of shock and fear. I can see it in her wide eyes and trembling form as she steps back, her gaze fixed on the massive wolf that now stands before us. The suddenness of the transformation has left her utterly speechless.
“It’s okay, Anya,” I say, trying to reassure her as I step closer to her side. “Ryan is a shifter, too. He can explain everything.”
Anya’s eyes flicker with confusion, and for a moment, it seems like she might have some understanding of what’s happening. But then, as if the weight of the situation finally crashes down upon her, she sways on her feet, her complexion growing pale.
Before any of us can react, Anya faints, her body going limp in my arms. The combination of shock, fear, and the sheer surrealism of the moment has taken its toll on her, and she collapses, unconscious.
I quickly lower her gently to the ground, my heart pounding with concern. It’s clear that this turn of events has pushed her to her limits, and I feel so guilty for harboring so many secrets for such a long time.
“What are you talking about? Who is Ryan?”
A storm of anger and frustration accompanies Roarke’s sudden shift back to his human form. His voice rises in a demanding crescendo, and he insists on knowing who Ryan is. The tension in the cave is palpable, and I can sense the unease rippling through our makeshift team.
My own emotions are a whirlwind of conflicted loyalties. I know that I should reveal the truth about Ryan, but the fear of Roarke’s reaction holds me back. It’s not my place to divulge this information if Roarke doesn’t already know, and I find myself stuck between a desire to protect Anya and loyalty to my Alpha.
Roarke’s gaze narrows on me, his frustration evident. “Owen,” he demands, “tell me who Ryan is.”
