Page 125 of Wolf's Vow

Wolfe…I’m…

I know, come for me, princess. I want to feel you coming on my cock.

Her body tensed, and then she was gripping me, crying out my name as her legs wrapped tightly around me, and I had no choice but to follow her down.

When we got our breath back, Rowen looked at me almost sheepishly. “I don’t think I should have come out of the house,” she murmured. “I thought it was past.”

“I’m not complaining.” I kissed her softly and then helped her off the desk. We straightened our clothes, stealing kisses, and when I sat at the desk, she slipped out the door to clean up, and when she came back, she perched on the arm of the chair.

I called for them to come back, not one of them hiding their grins as they retook their seats.

Diesel dipped his head.Nowyou’re relaxed.

“So…” I said, ignoring Diesel’s bait. “Where were we?”

Killian and Brand caught Rowen up quickly, their voices low and clipped. She listened without interrupting, arms folded, face unreadable. The silence that followed was thick enough to chew on.

It was Rowen who shattered it. “We don’t wait,” she said, voice clear and even. “We prepare.”

Killian nodded, the slow kind that meant he’d already been thinking the same. “Word’s going to spread fast. If the Pack Council is summoning alphas, they’re not just poking around. They’re building a case.”

“A case against Wolfe,” Brand muttered. “Against both of you.”

I didn’t flinch. “They want to strip Blueridge Hollow of its alpha. Keep me boxed in at Stonefang. A cautionary tale, maybe. Look what happens when you grow too strong too fast.”

“They won’t stop with us,” Diesel said, his tone colder than usual. “If they succeed here, the message is clear—no pack is safe from their leash.”

Rowen scanned the room, gaze like a blade. “Then we make damn sure they don’t succeed.”

“All of this,” I said, voice low, “was never about the rogue attacks. That was smoke. This was always about control. AboutBlueridge Hollow staying compliant. Subdued. Led by someone who wouldn’t challenge the old systems.”

“Instead,” Diesel smirked, “you gave them a union they never saw coming.”

I looked at my mate. “Malric did this,” I said softly to her. “He wanted us together for this. He proposed we marry for the good of the pack… Do you think he knew what we would uncover?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “But I like to think he knew we’d face any challenges together. We exposed traitors,” Rowen said, her eyes shone with emotion as she thought of her father. “We united two packs. The Pack Council are scrambling because we’re stronger than they ever expected.”

“And they’ll move fast before others start to follow the same path,” Brand warned.

I took a breath, met each of their gazes. “We don’t strike first. But we prepare like war’s already at our door.”

“War’s already been at the door. It hasn’t left.” Brand leaned forward, elbows on knees. “We’ve fortified the perimeters. Ridges. Every entrance. Every trail.”

“We’ve mobilized the young wolves,” Killian added. “Got them on rotation with the Stonefang hunters. Everyone has a job.”

“The pack is in a better place than it was.” Diesel glanced sideways at me. “And the Pack Council?”

I turned to Rowen, let her see the decision in my eyes. “We answer the summons,” I said. “Both of us. Together.”

She nodded once, firm. “Let them see what unity looks like.”

Diesel didn’t argue. Neither did anyone else. But the moment sat heavy in the room, like a storm that hadn’t broken yet.

“We stand,” I said firmly. “No matter what comes next. We stand.”

That was when Diesel spoke again, quieter this time. “Where’s your druidstandin all this?”

Rowen’s brow creased. “The druid protects Blueridge Hollow. They always have.”