His mate?! He knew-
His stomach twisted.
But could he? Riven thought he still had ti!
Ronan. Hah... That damned big bad wolf.
Riven’s fingers clenched. What the hell was that bastard doing here?
Soren didn’t react with shock, only with cold amusent. "That does not sound true, and even if it was, I do not care."
Xavier shrugged. "We do not know how they perceive or find their mates... Maybe it is true..."
Soren’s jaw ticked, his expression remaining impassive, but Riven knew better.
Soren was irritated.
Riven had never heard anything about Soren planning to give him back—if anything, it was the opposite.
So was Ronan going to start a clan war for him?
Riven listened, his sharp ears catching Xavier’s next words.
"I suppose he assud you would return him." Xavier looked like he was lost in thought. "Wolves protect each other, they don’t like if their pack loses mbers... And this is his mate..."
Riven’s eyes widened.
Soren slowly turned his head to Xavier, his cold stare promising death. "Use that word one more ti..." He hated it. He hated that word. Destined mates? What a joke, he did not care. He would not give Riven back. Hah... For a long ti, he had been alone, hating the touch or presence of anyone other than himself.
He did not know how or why Riven was different, he did not question it. If anything, this was destiny... Riven eting him.
Riven exhaled, willing his heartbeat to steady. He needed to get out of here before Soren realized he was listening.
He carefully took a step back.
And then—
"Riven."
Damn it.
His breath caught as his na rolled off Soren’s tongue, smooth yet firm, leaving no room for escape.
Riven froze, knowing full well that Soren had found him the mont he stepped into earshot.
A heavy silence fell over the hall.
Slowly, Riven turned his head, his eyes eting Soren’s sharp, knowing gaze.
He was caught.
His appearance made Soren calm down a little. He was still here, not taken away.
"I didn’t know we were having guests," he said, voice light, though his ears twitched.
Soren didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his fingers grasping the golden collar around Riven’s throat.
Riven sucked in a breath.
The touch wasn’t harsh, nor was it painful. It was possessive.
Riven could feel the unspoken words behind it.
Mine.
His cheeks burned, but he refused to look away.
Soren humd, tilting his head. "Were you eavesdropping, little wolf?"
Riven huffed, placing his hands on his hips. "If you don’t want listening, don’t argue so loudly."
Xavier chuckled, amused, while Soren’s grip on his collar tightened just slightly. Even at s mont like this, Riven could make him laugh.
Riven’s breath hitched.
That damned look in his eyes—it was suffocating.
And yet, Riven wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull away.
"Your Alpha seems to think you belong to him," Soren murmured, his fingers tracing the golden band around Riven’s throat.
Riven’s pulse spiked.
His ears flicked as he smirked, tilting his head up just enough to look defiant. "Tch. I don’t belong to anyone."
Soren chuckled, low and pleased, as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over Riven’s ear.
"...No?"
Riven added slowly and teasingly, "Well, maybe I do belong to you."
Riven bit his lip, his face burning.
His entire body felt hot.
Soren wasn’t even doing anything—just whispering, just touching the collar, and yet... Why was he so horny all the ti! Maybe this was his golden finger, just constantly horny.
Licking his lips, he forced a smirk, tilting his head slightly. "You know, if you wanted to claim , Soren, you should’ve gotten to first."
Soren stilled.
For a split second, his pupils sharpened into slits.
Then, his fingers curled fully around the back of Riven’s neck, pulling him closer.
"...Careful, little wolf," Soren murmured, his voice dangerously low. He knew that his stupid little wolf was just trying to provoke him, and he did not an anything by that... Still, the thought of Ronan and Riven-
If he had not controlled the strength of his hand wrapped around the back of Riven’s neck, he might have snapped it.
Riven shivered.
It was a warning.
Riven swallowed.
He could still feel the phantom touch of Soren’s breath against his skin, the warmth of his fingers pressing against the collar.
He had walked into this situation thinking he could control it.
Well, ti to employ his tried and tested tactic. Noticing that Xavier had walked out, Riven spoke, "Then, why don’t you mark ... Actually, mark ..." He was dead serious.
He wanted Soren on him right now, it was getting too hot for him to still be fully clothed. He wanted to feel Soren’s cock, in his mouth or down there. Either way, he wanted it now.
Soren’s eyes imdiately darkened. He loved the idea. Knowing that Ronan was right outside his estate... Waiting for Riven... Hah, how would that dog react when he realises that Riven was filled with his seed instead?
For a mont, neither of them moved.
Then—
Soren moved.
Before Riven could blink, Soren’s hands were on his waist, firm and possessive, pulling him forward in one swift motion.
A startled gasp left Riven’s lips as he stumbled forward, his chest pressing flush against Soren’s.
There was no space between them—only heat.
Riven’s breath hitched.
Soren lifted his chin, his fingers tilting Riven’s face up, forcing him to et his gaze.
His lips curled into a smirk, but his expression held sothing deeper—sothing dangerous.
"...You’re bold today, little wolf."
His voice was smooth and teasing, but there was an edge to it.
Riven’s heart pounded. It did not feel sudden. He had known Soren for a long ti... Ever since he read the story a few years ago, every ti he reread it... He fell for Soren again and again. But was falling in love good for him? Considering... His goal was to travel the world and conquer hot n.
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