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Chapter 95
~Valerie’s POV~
"One more match," Kai challenged.
I blinked several tis. "What?"
Was Kai crazy, or was he eager to exhibit his hard-on for ? His voice broke through my train of thoughts. "One more. You and ," he repeated.
I cocked a brow. "What, eager to go full nude for ?" I tilted my head, biting down a grin.
His smirk sharpened into sothing dangerous. "No, sweetheart, not that it would be a bad idea, but no. You’re the one who’s going to lose this ti."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, and this round’s got a new wager."
"Oh?" I folded my arms, ignoring the fire licking at my skin from how well those boxers fit. "Do tell."
"Winner gets a wish."
I didn’t hesitate. "You’re on."
We circled again, slower this ti. He was watching —not just my body, but my stance, my breath, the way I shifted my weight.
It felt like he was reading my movents before I even made them. I had never seen him this serious in a match, especially with , until now.
I guess he had more to lose than I did because he was taking down those boxers.
I launched first, feinting high before cutting low with a sweeping kick — and missed.
Missed entirely!
Kai was gone from that spot in a blur. I barely saw the move — just felt the rush of air as he appeared behind , fingers brushing my shoulder a split second before he spun around and blocked my counter-blow effortlessly.
My breath caught. He wasn’t going easy anymore.
Before, he’d matched my speed. Now, he was showing what he was really capable of.
Every strike, every dodge, was precise and lightning-fast. His power ca off him in waves — not wild like Dristan’s quiet storm, or playful like Xade’s cool air— but sothing unrelenting.
I struck at him again, faster this ti, driving every move I had into it.
Still, it was not enough.
Only now I truly understood what my cousin, Storm ant by I should avoid them.
He parried my hits like I was a sparring dummy. Not because I was weak, but because he was finally fighting like the North Alpha Heir he truly was.
I tried to call on my energy, my control over Earth as the Southern Heiress— to use my aura, my wolf’s strength and subtly use it in my match with him — but nothing surged.
Astra was there, purring like an amused drunken entertainer.
"No powers," she said. "This one you fight with your body alone."
"Astra." I grit my teeth and lunged again, but Kai caught mid-air.
In one fluid motion, he spun, twisted, and slamd into the mat—not painfully, just hard enough that I couldn’t move for a mont—which was fucking painful in case he wasn’t aware.
His arm pressed lightly across my chest, just above my breasts, pinning .
I exhaled, my cheeks burning. "You win," I muttered, breathless.
Kai’s chest rose and fell above as he smirked down, barely winded. "Of course."
I laughed, even though my ribs ached. "So, what’s your wish? That I strip down to match you?"
His eyes darkened, but he shook his head. Before he could answer, I moved.
Quick as a whip, I twisted my legs around his hips, caught him off guard, and flipped us. I straddled him, hands on his shoulders, hair spilling down around us like a curtain.
His smirk was back before his hands slid to my hips.
"You’re sneaky," he muttered.
"You’re slow." But I never got the chance to gloat because he moved again, faster this ti.
Kai grabbed my waist, rolled us again, and in a blink, I was under him, flat on the mat, his weight caging in.
Everything happened so fast, I barely blinked as I looked into his eyes. Our bodies were flushed. His chest was pressed against mine, skin hot and his breath heavier than before.
My breath hitched.
My breasts pushed against his bare chest with every inhale. His thigh slipped between mine for balance. I could feel him hard against , undeniable, twitching slightly.
Neither of us moved. This was the closest, intimately or unintentionally, I had gone with the opposite sex, save for my cousins, Storm and Solstice, when we went swimming and played.
Kai’s eyes dropped to my lips, my chest, and back up. His erald gaze burned.
"Valerie," he breathed, voice rough and reverent. "Do you feel this?"
I couldn’t lie. I nodded once.
Astra stirred, loud and persistent in my head.
"The more you deny the bond, the worse it gets. You want him. You want them all. You’ll keep breaking if you don’t give in, and it will be hard not to want them, your mates."
"Shut up," I snapped.
But I couldn’t ignore the heat rolling through . The way his presence, weight, and need pressed sothing low and aching inside .
Kai looked down at , breath still ragged, his erald eyes burning with sothing raw and unfiltered.
"My wish," he enunciated, "is for you to kiss ."
I swallowed hard. There was no teasing in his tone—just soft, devastating honesty.
With his jet-black hair falling slightly into those piercing erald-green eyes, he looked like every temptation I’d ever sworn to resist.
And gods, I wanted to give in.
But the heat between us was dangerous—his body pressed to mine, his arousal unmistakable. If I kissed him now, if I crossed that line... I wasn’t sure where it would end.
And that terrified because I could feel my resolve weakening against the bond.
Kai’s nose brushed mine. His lips hovered just above mine — so close I could feel the tremble in his restraint. I shut my eyes as he did his, parting my lips slightly.
My heart thundered in my chest as I waited for the inevitable. And then... nothing.
I opened my eyes in ti to see him pull back. Kai wasn’t smiling now.
He looked like he was at war with himself.
"I’m sorry," he muttered.
"What?" I whispered, confusion clouding my eyes and senses even as I remained breathless.
Kai sat up, running a hand through his black hair, his entire chest rising and falling like he was holding sothing in.
"I want you so much," he confessed, in a hoarse voice, a side of him I had never seen. "And I can’t guarantee I’ll hold myself back from claiming you if I kiss you now."
The words slamd into like a wave. He looked up at again, and in his eyes, I didn’t just see lust, I saw longing, control snapping—a rare kind of fear.
"I want you to want , Valerie," he said quietly. "Want ... like I want you."
I sat up slowly, stunned into silence.
Kai grabbed his shirt and started dressing, his jaw tight, his hands quick and rough.
And before I could form a reply, he turned and walked away — barefoot, shirt half on, power rolling off him like smoke and leaving there.
Aching, wanting, waiting, but thankful.
And wondering how I could win the fight — and still feel like I’d just lost.
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