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Her orgasm hits her like the waterfall hits the pool. She shatters, her whole body arching, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her walls spasm around me, milking me, and I follow her over the edge with a roar. I bury myself to the hilt and pour into her, my cock pulsing, my hips jerking with each wave. The bond between us blazes white, then settles into a warm, steady glow.
We lie together afterward, her head resting on my chest, my fingers moving through her hair.
Despite the autumn chill, her skin is warm beneath my hand.
My Lycan settles, content with her scent on our skin and her body tucked against ours.
“I want the dispute mediation program running next month,” she says.
I glance down at her. “You’ve chosen the mediators?”
“A few possible candidates. I’m checking their connections before I approach them. No one should be deciding a dispute involving someone they owe a favor.”
“Or someone they fear.”
“Exactly. And both parties need a way to challenge a decision without being punished for speaking.”
I press a kiss on her forehead.
“You’re an incredible Luna.”
Her smile warms against my skin.
“I want the next Luna to inherit something that works. Clear procedures. Records she can review. People who understand their responsibilities.”
My hand stills in her hair.
It is easy to think about everything we must survive tomorrow. Selena is already considering what will remain long after us.
“There’s something else,” she says. “The unmated omegas. Too many are isolated, and I want to know why. Whether it’s their circumstances, someone excluding them, or...”
Alpha. Luna.
Joshua’s voice cuts through the mindlink.
Selena lifts her head. I sit up with her.
Report.
Eastern border. Four, possibly five rogues in the tree line. No approach and no aggression. They’ve remained there for at least an hour.
Selena’s gaze sharpens.
Keep the patrol together, she sends. No one crosses the boundary to pursue them.
Understood, Luna.
I rise, reaching for our clothes.
Has anyone approached them? I ask.
No, Alpha.
Any movement when the patrol changes position? Selena asks.
A brief pause.
Their heads turn. Their bodies don’t.
