- Spicy scene ahead<3
Chapter 38 – Fractures in the Firelight
(Chyron's POV)
The night smelled of smoke and something sweeter — something that made his pulse crawl.
Laughter had long since faded from the camp, replaced by the soft chorus of night creatures. The cubs slept near the fire; Drax kept a watchful distance, his back to a tree. Nox was gone, patrolling the perimeter.
And Maise...
She was with Luka.
Chyron leaned against a branch overhead, half-shifted, his claws buried in bark. His tails flicked restlessly as he watched them — the lioness and the wolf, side by side in the fire's golden haze.
Luka spoke in that low, even tone of his — calm, solid, the kind of voice that made others trust him without question. Maise smiled when he spoke, head tilted slightly, her hair spilling like flame down her shoulder.
Chyron's throat felt tight.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen her smile, but it was the first time he hated the way it wasn't aimed at him.
He told himself it was nothing. She was the pride's center — connection came naturally to her. He knew what kind of woman she was.
He'd seen her fight with teeth and tenderness in the same breath.
And yet—
The sound of her laughter scraped against something raw inside him.
He dropped from the tree, silent as mist, and stalked toward the river, letting the cold bite into him until the jealousy dulled to a manageable ache.
It doesn't matter, he told himself.
She can do what she wants.
But the lie burned in his chest all the same.
(Maise's POV)
Luka sat cross-legged near the dying fire, sharpening his blade. The light caught on the steel, tracing a shimmer down its edge.
I'd meant to pass him on my way to rest, but instead I stopped — drawn by the quiet around him. There was always something steady in Luka, something that made the chaos of everything else ease for a moment.
He glanced up. "Can't sleep?"
"Not yet," I said, crouching beside him. "You?"
He shook his head. "Not while we're still this close to feral territory."
The firelight carved his face in gold and shadow. The scar along his jaw caught the glow, softening what usually looked like hardened stone.
"You always watch out for everyone," I said quietly. "Even when no one asks you to."
He smiled faintly, eyes still on the blade. "That's what a pack does."
"This isn't a pack."
His gaze lifted then, sharp and warm all at once. "Isn't it?"
For a heartbeat, neither of us looked away. Something in my chest stirred — something wild and familiar.
"Luka," I murmured, leaning closer, "if I asked you something... would you answer honestly?"
He studied me carefully, as though already sensing danger. "Always."
I held his gaze, steady and unflinching.
"Would you mate with me?"
The question hung there — hot, heavy, impossible to take back.
He froze, the whetstone falling silent in his hand. His throat worked, but no sound came out for a moment.
"Maise..." His voice dropped, rough around the edges. "You can't just ask something like that."
"Why not?" I asked, a small smile playing at the corner of my mouth. "It's a fair question."
He exhaled slowly, the tension between us crackling like fire. "You don't make things easy, do you?"
"I wasn't made for easy."
The night air felt charged between the two as the silence lingered. Luka who was a little unsure of himself asked are you sure you want this. Maise just laughed and said, "silly wolf why would I ask such an important question if I wasn't sure."
Maise scooted closer to him leaving very little space in between them. She suddenly grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. What started calm and chaste soon ramped up when she started licking his lips. Maise tugged on his hair causing him to groan and she hungrily ravaged his open mouth. Luka not minding her dominating actions at first let her do what she wanted.
Not long after things started to get heavier their combined moans and groans elicited a ravenous need in Luka. Abruptly he had shifted her under him as they both were tugging on each other's beast skins. The need to feel the others' skin was too much to handle. Luka quickly finished undressing both of them and suddenly sat back to scan his beautiful mate up and down. The light of the moon casted an ethereal glow upon her body with her golden hair shimmering. He thanked his lucky stars for this wonderful feast he was about to devour.
Maise who was feeling needy as he stopped his movements pulled him closer over her and started nipping at his neck and ears while sliding her hands down his chiseled eight pecs. Slowly drifting lower and suddenly she grabbed his thick member and slowly started pleasuring him. Luka growled and lifted her legs as he slid down her body Maise couldn't help, but moan as he grazed his lips down her ankle until he was hovered above her dripping center.
Luka could smell how much she wanted him and the need to taste her was overwhelming. he lapped her sweetness until she was mewling begging for him to hurry. Luka didn't stop till she had her first release. Maise couldn't help but scream as she came. With a quick shift Maise knocked Luka over and climbed on top of him quickly gaining control she swiftly guided his thick member inside of her. Luka snapped grabbing her hips and swiftly thrusted into her it wasn't long after they both crested over the edge with release. The night was long, and it was only the beginning.
(Chyron's POV)
He didn't mean to hear it.
Didn't mean to pass too close to the camp when he returned from patrol, didn't mean to catch the faint murmur of voices that turned into something else entirely.
The laughter — soft, breathless. The sound of movement.
He froze in the shadows, every instinct clawing at him to turn away, but he couldn't. His breath came shallow, his hands curling into fists.
When silence finally fell again, it was worse than the noise.
He stayed there long after, eyes fixed on the dim glow of the fire, until the ache behind his ribs became unbearable.
He shifted fully, fur bristling, tails lashing once before he disappeared into the forest.
The night swallowed him whole.
And though he told himself he didn't care — that it was her choice, her right — the jealousy coiled deep, refusing to let go.
-What do we think of the steamy scene? Was it too much or not. I am really looking for feedback that way I can plan accordingly for the upcoming scenes!!!!