Chapter 398 Bite Me If You Mean It

Emma received the command and immediately withdrew the barrier that masked her pheromones.

In an instant, the sweet scent of lily of the valley surged from Tessa’s body like a tidal wave, forming a veil of transparent mist that hung over the snowy ground.

The next second, Landon’s body went rigid; a low, restrained growl rumbled from his throat.

His wolf soul, Flex, lifted its dark head deep within his consciousness, amber eyes locking onto Tessa’s White Wolf, Emma–who tilted her head, silver–white mane shimmering with a haze of silver mist in their mental link, like a starlight sprite seen through a curtain of water.

“She’s saying hello,” Tessa said with a light laugh as Emma’s tail–wagging echoed softly in her mind.

The White Wolf picked up a phantom pine branch and tossed it toward Flex through the mental link. Pine needles scattered gently in the shared plane of consciousness between them.

The giant dark wolf caught the branch in its jaws within the mental space; though nothing touched the real snow, Landon’s fingers unconsciously tightened at Tessa’s waist.

Suddenly, snow slid off a distant cedar with a soft rustle, startling a flock of glowing sparrows–that was the result of his repressed wolf power slipping free.

“Do you know what

want to press you into the snow right now and show you in

the hot skin at the back of his

let out a high–frequency hum, the vibration coursing through the ground into their entwined bodies, as though the entire world resonated with

Landon’s wolf is really from the ancient bloodline like me!” Emma’s voice was giddy. “He’s an Obsidian Crystal Wolf! The silhouette in his mind looks so fierce, his fur like forged

her, Tessa let out

Adam’s apple bobbed, a vein

her collarbone, rubbing through her sweater to leave a dam

until midnight–he was already so intoxicated by her

finger around his tie, yanking it downward. “That’s it? Don’t you know White Wolves aren’t bound by traditional wolf rank? According to

Landon silenced her with

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tender–just like when Flex nudged Emma’s chin with his nose in their minds. That was his instinctive reverence and

only mate he would ever recognize in this life. What was so frightening about the White Wolf anyway? It was

Even if the entire wolf tribe saw her as a heretic, he would stand in front of her and tear apart every

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