The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 98

POV: Zane

My world was a red haze of need.

Pain was a distant fire. The poison was an echo.

All that existed was her.

Mate.

The word was a drumbeat in my soul, a singular, obsessive command from the wolf that had consumed me.

Her scent was the only air I could breathe. Chamomile and fear and a sweet, intoxicating arousal that drove me insane.

The man in me, the one who loved her with a broken, human heart, was a screaming prisoner in the back of my own mind.

Stop, you’re frightening her. Stop, you animal.

But the beast would not be stopped.

The rut, fueled by the full moon and the Shadowthorn poison, was an unstoppable force.

And Selene was its epicenter.

I had her pinned in the nest, her body a soft, yielding temptation beneath mine.

Her skin was hot, her pulse a frantic, terrified bird against my lips.

I kissed her, a brutal, possessive claiming of her mouth. She tasted of tears and a desperation that mirrored my own.

My hands tore at the pathetic human clothes that separated us, my only thought to feel her skin against mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The wolf’s thoughts were simple, absolute.

I pushed her legs apart with my knee, my own body aching with a need so profound it was a physical agony.

My cock was a thick, hard spear of pure, desperate instinct.

I settled myself between her thighs, the feeling of her wet heat against the tip of my cock a jolt of pure, primal lightning.

Home.

I pushed into her with a single, powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, welcoming cunt.

She cried out, a sound of pain and an undeniable, soul-deep pleasure that made my wolf roar in triumph.

I began to move, a frantic, punishing rhythm. I was trying to fuck my scent into her, to claim her so completely that no other male, human or wolf, would ever dare to touch her again.

And then the world exploded.

The bond, raw and new, erupted between us, a torrent of pure, psychic energy.

Her soul flooded my senses. I felt her fear, her pain, but underneath it all, a wave of her unconditional love and a fierce, protective acceptance that I did not deserve.

And I felt her power.

Her Silvermoon power, cool and soothing like moonlight, poured into me, dousing the red-hot flames of the poison and the rut.

The red haze in my vision began to clear.

For the first time in hours, I saw her.

Truly saw her.

Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain and a love so profound it broke my heart.

And then I felt her consciousness, her very spirit, begin to fade through our new, raw bond.

The man inside me finally broke free, his voice a horrified, strangled whisper.

What have I done?