Chapter 73
Daxon’s POV
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My phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration humming against my thigh. I slipped it out and glanced at the screen. A single message from one of my allies
stared back at me.
‘She’s alone. ”
The words sent a wicked thrill coursing through me. Just two words, and every vein in my body had lit up.
My lips curved into a smile that wasn’t really a smile at all, it was hunger. Fire and Possession.
This was the moment I’d been waiting for, the opportunity to reclaim what was rightfully mine.
Finally.
I didn’t waste time, didn’t need to. Getting to Athena had never been a challenge. If anything, it was the easiest task in my life, and it would be a pleasure –
a darkly seductive game
But this wasn’t just about finding her. No. This was about her returning to my embrace, not just as my mate, but as my possession.
She had spent too long slipping through my fingers, too long pretending she wasn’t meant for me. And tonight, I would remind her. Tonight, she would understand exactly whose mate she truly was.
And once I had her in my arms again, I wasn’t letting go. Not ever.
It didn’t even take me an hour. My wolf was restless the entire time, clawing inside my chest, urging me to move faster. But patience was my strength. Patience and the knowledge that no matter how far she ran, I would always find her.
And I did.
From the shadows, I spotted her sitting at the beach, the waves rolling endlessly against the sand. The moonlight cast silver across the water, and there she was – small, fragile, so achingly beautiful and alone.
It was such an easy search. Too easy.
Because I knew her. I knew Athena better than she knew herself. Every little hab every hiding spot, every place she ran to when her emotions got too heavy. And when she was angry, when she wanted to escape the world, she alway came to a place like this. Always.
My little princess. I thought, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.
Even after all this time, even after all the defiance she showed, she still belonged to her patterns. Belonged to me.
What was she doing sitting here alone at this hour? Did she know how dangerous that was? Or maybe… maybe she was waiting for me. Maybe some part of
her knew I would come.
The thought stirred something dark and eager inside me. My wolf growled, pacing restlessly. Get her. Take her now. She’s ours. Claim her again.
But I didn’t move yet. Not immediately. No, that would be too easy, too merciful.
Why not play with her a little? Why not remind her that she wasn’t untouchable that I could shatter her walls whenever I pleased?
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The idea sent a rush of excitement straight through me. My nerves buzzed, my vins burned, and a thrill unlike any other pulsed through my body.
The thought of binding her, pressing her against a wall, making her whisper my me–half in fear, half in a desire she couldn’t fight as I bury himself
inside her–was intoxicating.
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I wanted her to tremble. I wanted her to break. And I wanted to be the one whocked up her pieces and forced them back into the shape that belonged to
My wolf snarled with anticipation, his voice echoing in my head, wild and unrelenting. He didn’t care about games.
He wanted her now, immediately. But I was stronger than him. Smarter. I knew the taste of anticipation was sometimes sweeter than the actual bite.
Still, the thought of her was enough to make me hard, painfully so. It had been months since she left, months since her absence burned through my veins
like poison.
No other woman had ever made me feel like this. No one but Athena could light my body on fire with just the memory of her scent, the sound of her laugh,
the flicker of her eyes when they met mine.
She was the only one. The only one who ever mattered.
She was ours. Ours alone.
My wolf’s voice rumbled in agreement, a deep growl that curled around my thoughts. And he was right. She belonged to me, and tonight, she would finally
remember it.
I drew in a sharp breath, forcing myself to calm the pounding of my blood. Slowly deliberately, I stepped out from the shadows.
Every movement was controlled, calculated, like a predator approaching its prey. My boots sank lightly into the sand, leaving behind a trail that pointed straight toward her.
The night was quiet except for the crash of waves and the rush of the wind. It wrapped around us, carrying her scent to me, wildflowers and salt, sweetness laced with fire. My jaw clenched, my body aching to move faster, to close the distance in a single stride.
But no. I savored it. Each step forward was a promise. Each heartbeat dragged me closer to the moment I had waited for.
She sat there with her knees pulled to her chest, staring out at the ocean like it Held all the answers she was too afraid to face.
The moonlight brushed over her hair, turning it into strands of silver silk. She looked untouchable, almost angelic, but I knew better.
I knew what lay beneath the surface of her stubbornness – the bond that tied us, the fire that refused to die no matter how far she tried to run,
My princess. My mate. My everything.
The urge to laugh rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down. This wasn’t the moment for noise. This was the moment for silence, for closing in, for watching her without her knowing I was there.
I stopped a few feet away, my eyes never leaving her. She didn’t move. She didntense me yet. She unaware of the danger that was about to unfold. I relished the power that surged through my veins; I was both predator and master
A cold breeze swept across the beach, lifting the edge of her hair, and I could almost imagine her shivering from the chill. Soon, I would wrap her in heat. My heat.
I licked my lips, my pulse steady but heavy. Every nerve in me sang with anticipation, my wolf’s growls growing louder in my chest.
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With calculated steps, I approached her, my heart thumping with malicious anticipation. The ocean breeze whipped through my hair, as if urging me on.
As I drew closer, the shades of twilight wrapped around us, cloaking my intentions in darkness.
I could see her shoulders tense, that familiar instinct of fear creeping back into her demeanor. My lips curled into a predatory smile.
Would it break her, this game of cat and mouse? Would she remember the thrill of submission mixed with the intoxicating allure of desire?
‘Athena,‘ I finally called out, my voice a low rumble that dripped with sultry menace.
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