-Aurelian Salvatore:
I was still on my feet close to Sebastian when it hit me—how utterly undone I was.
Not by touch. Not even by desire alone. But by the sight of them.
In a century and a half of living, of watching wolves tear themselves apart over power and dominance, I had never seen anything like this. An enigma letting go so completely. An omega in heat standing tall, commanding without apology. It wasn't chaos. It was balanced. Raw and terrifying and beautiful in a way I didn't have language for.
My hand lingered at Sebastian's throat from earlier, not squeezing now, just there, like a reminder. He was steady at my feet, eyes dark, breath slow but heavy. I could feel how affected he was, how deeply this had reached him. It mirrored something in me I hadn't felt in decades.
I forced my gaze away from them, if only for a second, because watching too closely felt like trespassing on something sacred.
