The Bond sealed

The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting silver light through the open windows of the royal chambers. The celebration had faded into the night, leaving only silence in its wake.

Kael stood near the window, his back to the room, the weight of the day pressing down on him. The kingdom had its queen. The people had accepted her. But this moment—this was just them.

Behind him, Fenir's presence was unmistakable. She had always been fierce, untamed. But tonight, there was something different in the way she moved—something softer, something deliberate.

He felt her before she touched him. The warmth of her body just inches away, the scent of her—wild, like storm-touched air and earth after rain.

"You're thinking too much," she murmured.

Kael exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the windowsill. "It's a habit."

Fenir's fingers brushed against his arm, slow, testing. "Then maybe it's time you stopped thinking."

Her touch burned through him. Not just from the heat of her skin, but from something deeper—the bond. He had tried to resist it, tried to deny the pull between them, but it had never been a choice.

He turned.

And then he was kissing her.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't careful. It was fire meeting fire, a collision of need and inevitability. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to consume him whole. And he—he let her.

Their breaths mingled, desperate, hungry. Kael lifted her, carrying her across the room, the bed forgotten as they crashed against the nearest surface. He pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming, mapping every curve, every scar.

Fenir gasped against his lips, her fingers digging into his back. "You should've given in sooner," she whispered, teasing even as her body trembled against his.

Kael growled, nipping at her throat, making her shudder. "I don't surrender easily."

"Then don't," she challenged. "Just take."

And he did.

The night stretched long, filled with the sounds of desire and whispered names. They were not just king and queen, not just warriors forged in battle. They were mates, bound by something neither of them had asked for—but something they would never deny again.

And when dawn finally touched the horizon, Kael knew—there was no turning back.

She was his. And he was hers.