Chapter 175: Earning Forgiveness
Warning! Smut Ahead!
Natalie~
My entire body practically sizzled with tension as I clung to Zane, my apology a broken whisper against his chest. My hair spilling over his arm, a stark, fiery contrast to the cold silence wrapped around us. His arms locked around me—strong, steady, and undeniably possessive—lifting me like I weighed nothing. He didn’t say a word. His jaw was tight, his blue eyes swirling with deep emotions I couldn’t even begin to name. But I felt it all—the storm brewing just under his skin. Hurt. Fury. And something else... something deeper, raw and wild.
Still, I didn’t let go. Couldn’t. Not in body, not in heart.
He carried me down the corridor, his strides purposeful, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if willing himself to ignore the curious glances of the others. I didn’t care as well, I was just content being in his arms. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling that familiar, calming scent of his. It was a scent that had become my anchor, a reminder of safety and belonging in a world that had often been cruel. "I’m sorry," I repeated, my voice muffled against his skin. "I was scared, Zane. At first, I thought I was protecting you from hurt, protecting us. I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much. Damn, I love you so much."
Zane’s silence stretched on, a heavy presence surrounding us both. Then, with a sharp motion, he kicked open my bedroom door, the sound echoing through the quiet house. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, felt like a sanctuary, a refuge from the storm raging within us.
Then without warning—his lips crashed down on mine.
It was a kiss that hit like lightning: hard, hungry, desperate. A whirlwind of pain and passion, fury and longing. His lips said everything his silence didn’t—how much he’d been hurting, how much he still wanted me, how much he needed this to mean something. It was a kiss meant to drown out Griffin. To erase every damn memory of him.
I moaned, my body responding instinctively to his touch. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist, my fingers tangling in his blond hair. The kiss deepened, turned hotter, messier. Our tongues dueling, tasting, claiming. It was a kiss that went beyond words, a silent communication of apologies and forgiveness, of love and need.
Zane’s hands roamed over my body, his touch both rough and reverent. He tore at the fabric of my dress, baring my shoulders, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving behind a trail of possessive marks that screamed mine. I shivered, arching into his touch, my fingers running over the firm muscles of his chest and the raised edges of the tattoos inked into his warm skin.
The room was completely fogged with the scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and musk, of wolf and goddess. Jasmine stirred deep inside me, rising to meet the call of her mate. I could feel Red—Zane’s wolf—lurking just beneath the surface, silent but watchful, guarding what was his.