Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

A Night Just for Us

Landon’s kiss deepened, brimming with the primal wildness and tender devotion unique to wolfkind. Tessa’s heart pounded like a drum, her breath tangling with his as their lips met again and again.

In the softly lit restaurant of the hot spring resort, candlelight flickered gently across their entwined forms. Outside, moonlight spilled across the cobbled garden path, while tall cedars whispered in the night breeze, adding a touch of quiet romance to their secluded moment.

Tessa pressed her hands lightly against his chest, cheeks flushed rose. “Landon… we’re in the restaurant…” Her voice trembled slightly with embarrassment, but her protest was cut short by his low, husky chuckle.

He leaned close, his breath warm against her car. “No one’s going to interrupt us.”

His voice was rich, magnetic, sending a shiver down her spine.

His hand slid from her back to her waist, pulling her even closer. Through the thin fabric between them, she could feel his heat–intense, steady, enveloping her.

“Let’s go to the hot spring.” Landon’s tone was gentle, yet left no room for refusal. He took her hand and led her through the oak doors, down a stone path strewn with smooth pebbles, deeper into the resort grounds.

Tessa followed, footsteps light, though her mind wandered. The Moonforce from Eclipse Hollow’s underground river… could it truly share the same origin as Moonstone, like the Codex says?

secrets the energy held, she would

she wanted to stay in this moment with

stone walls. At its center, a pool of clear water

folded white towels. A brass incense burner smoldered quietly beside them, releasing a soft lavender scent that drifted on the cool

chandelier hanging by the pool. Its warm golden light softened the darkness, casting gentle shadows that

the edge, the steam rising to meet her, already easing the fatigue

shirt, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. In the pale

turned away, voice low and flustered. “I… I’ll

thudding. Why

into a simple white swimsuit, tying a sheer robe loosely around her waist. The soft sash hugged her figure, the thin fabric drifting with

the spring, his dark hair damp and tousled, water beading on his skin. His gaze locked onto her with a

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Mon

Night Just

he said, his voice low and

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