Runt of the Pack by Silvana G. Sánchez

Author:Silvana G. Sánchez
Language: eng
Format: epub

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ANYA

I slowly drift awake, silken sheets pooled around my bare skin. Pale golden light filters through the curtains, announcing the evening’s approach. For a long moment, I simply bask limply in the cozy nest of blankets, deliciously sore in all the right places.

As waking thoughts begin to take shape, memory comes flooding back in a dizzying rush—the passion shared, the electric bliss of our joined bodies, and afterwards, the breathtaking realization that Vlad is my mate. Mine. The enormity of it sends a heady thrill through me even now.

Eager to see him again, I reach across the rumpled linens seeking Vlad’s solid warmth. But my roving hand finds only empty space where he should lay.

Disappointment pierces through the haze of waking at his absence. Until I hear the shower start up in the adjoining bathroom, realization dawning—Vlad readying himself for the evening ahead.

I stretch lazily, skin tingling with recollected sensations from our intense lovemaking. Nestled here surrounded by Vlad’s earthy scent, it seems impossible that after so many cold, lonely seasons barely surviving as a lone wolf, I could discover such perfect belonging in another’s arms.

Yet somehow, fate saw fit to deliver this man unto me, two kindred souls finding solace together. A gift I silently vow never to take for granted, no matter the trials still ahead. For once in my weary existence, the future feels bright with hope.

The bathroom door creaks open, trailing wisps of fragrant steam into the bedroom. Vlad’s imposing silhouette fills the doorway, black hair dripping rivulets down his flushed bare chest. He halts when he notices I’m awake, stormy grey eyes softening as they meet my own.

“There’s my sleepy beauty,” he rumbles fondly. Beads of water still cling to his heated skin, a damp towel wrapped loosely around his lean hips. I drag my gaze hungrily over all that exposed muscle and tanned flesh, mouth going dry. Vlad notices my staring and smirks, clearly enjoying the effect his stunning physique has on me.

“See something you like?” he asks with faux innocence, flexing subtly so light plays over the grooves flanking his abdomen.

I roll my eyes, flinging a pillow at him. Vlad dodges it easily, chuckling. “Get dressed, you insufferable man,” I scold without heat.

Vlad’s grin only widens at my flustered reaction before he turns to oblige. I allow myself a moment to admire his sculpted back appreciatively before it disappears beneath a shirt.

Once presentably attired in borrowed clothes, Vlad perches on the edge of the rumpled bed and draws me close. His expression shifts to something more serious and searching.

“How are you feeling?” He cups my cheek, rough thumb stroking over my skin tenderly. “After everything that’s happened between us?”

I understand his meaning. He refers not just to the wonderful intimacy we shared, but the profound emotional impact of finding one’s fated mate. I cover Vlad’s broad hand with my own, warmth blooming in my chest under his concern. “I’m… wonderful,” I assure him sincerely. And it’s true—despite my lingering anxieties about the future, in this moment I’ve never felt more safe, cherished, or complete.

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