Chapter 33: Chapter 33

JASMINE

Aaron’s voice, heavy with fear and uncertainty, echoed in my mind. He was always one to tread carefully, but I felt a deep-seated conviction that we couldn’t afford to be cautious now. Not with the witches closing in, not with the future of our packs hanging by a thread.

I inhaled deeply, trying to steady my nerves as I trailed behind Aaron. His hand held mine in a firm grip, his urgency mirroring the turmoil within me. We were on our way to the council’s garden, but I tugged at his hand, bringing him to a halt.

“Aaron.” I pulled him back. “Take a moment. Fill me in first,” I implored.

His chest heaved with a sharp intake of breath, and his eyes, stormy with anticipation, met mine.

“I want to show you. But I had this dream…about a path to an old library near the forest here. It felt so real, I—”

“Hold on.” I tightened my hold on his arm, my heart pounding. “Did you dream about the old library too?”

Aaron’s face turned ashen, and a chill ran down my spine. This wasn’t a coincidence. It just couldn’t be. Maybe it was a sign.

“I saw it too,” I confessed in a whisper. “On my run yesterday…the library and the temple. I meant to tell you, but—”

I paused, my heart hammering in my chest. “I dreamed of shadows and spider webs, the old library and a woman with silver hair and violet eyes.”

Aaron looked at me, his face pale, his breaths coming in quick succession. “I need to show you,” he said, his voice barely audible.

Before I could respond, he shed his shirt and pants in one swift motion, his muscular form taking my breath away before he transformed into his wolf. His sleek black fur shimmered under the morning sun, and my wolf stirred within me, restless. One of our mates. She yearned to be close to him.

I shifted quickly, my clothes falling away as my wolf took over, and we ran together—side by side, our bond pulsating between us. His scent, his presence, everything about him drew me in, pulling me closer.

We darted through the woods, swift and resolute, until the old library came into view, shrouded by a canopy of vines and ancient trees. The door was already ajar, probably from Aaron’s earlier visit.

We shifted back to our human forms and stepped inside. The air was damp and musty, heavy with the scent of decay, but there was something else too—a sense of sanctity, of long-lost power.

At the back of the library, a fresco spanned the wall, partially obscured by dust and time. My breath hitched as I moved closer. There she was—the woman from my dreams.

“It’s her? From your dreams?” he asked me, and I was momentarily speechless.

“The Goddess,” I managed to say.

Aaron nodded, his voice filled with reverence. “I dreamed of this place, and when I found it… I couldn’t believe it.”

I moved closer to the fresco, tracing the outline of her face with shaking fingers. “It’s a sign,” I murmured. “She’s guiding us, Aaron.”

Aaron retrieved a worn-out book from the shelf and opened it to reveal an old map. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I read the words.

“Tieranthia…” I read the passage. He pointed to the name on the map; it was the name of the lands that Morgathis had mentioned to Sebastian.

Aaron pointed to the name written in faded ink. “This was our land, the territory of our four packs—before the packs split.”

My heart pounded as I read the ancient script. “It says these lands together hold a power…something mystical, something potent enough to change the course of events.”

He pointed to an empty shelf. “But the rest of the story is missing. It was sent to the Scire Pack…and guess who my father donated the library’s collection to?”

I blinked, realization dawning. “Lucian?”

Aaron nodded. “I need to go to Silverclaw. I need to find the rest of this history. If the witches are threatening Tieranthia, then we need to understand the power behind it.”

“This is bigger than us, Aaron.” My voice quivered as I spoke. “This…this is us, Aaron. This is our connection. The Goddess—she’s leading us to restore what was lost.”

He smiled, a small, warm smile that filled me with hope. “Us,” he echoed, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

His touch sparked a flame beneath my skin, and when his lips found mine, it was a soft beginning. But the desire between us ignited swiftly, becoming unmanageable.

His hands discovered my hips, drawing me in until our bodies were flush against each other, skin on skin. In that moment, nothing else held any significance—no books, no mysteries, no looming war. It was just us. Our moment.

And the fact that we were bare only heightened the tension, making it almost tangible. I could feel his hard and eager arousal pressing against my thighs, and my skin responded to the warmth of his and the touch that never seemed enough.

Nothing was ever enough when it came to us. Aaron guided me gently until my back hit a wall. He broke our kiss just long enough to gaze at me with an intensity that took my breath away. Then he was kissing my neck with all the passion he possessed.

He trailed kisses down my body until he was kneeling on the floor, his lips finding my sex. My legs were still closed, but the shock of pleasure made my knees buckle.

He watched me as his hands parted my legs, giving him access to my most intimate area, and Aaron kissed my clit, causing me to moan loudly. One of his hands traveled up my stomach until it found my nipple, and he teased it just enough to send another wave of pleasure through me.

“I want you to scream in pleasure until these walls shake,” he said, his voice deep and husky, resonating over my ready sex, waiting for him.

And when his tongue found my bundle of nerves again, I screamed in pleasure. Just as he commanded. And he was relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure. The world faded away, and I was wrapped in a fog of desire that I never wanted to escape.

And it was overwhelming. I felt the orgasm hit me, and it was so powerful that my knees gave way. But Aaron was quick. He stood up, supporting me, while his hand wrapped around my waist, and his cock positioned itself at my entrance.

And I needed him. I pushed my hips forward, causing him to enter me, and I heard him grunt. Aaron held my hands, stretched above my head, taking away my movement and my control, and then he filled me completely, so agonizingly slow that it made me plead.

“Please,” I pleaded, but my voice was barely a whisper.

“Please what, Jasmine?” he asked, looking at me, his brown eyes dark with desire.

“Please, fuck me, take me, claim me,” I managed to say between gasps for breath.

And he thrust, firm and precise, each movement bringing a greater wave of pleasure. I felt his cock hitting my G-spot, making my body surrender to him. It was so hard to maintain control.

But in reality, he already had all my control.

Aaron kissed me again. My breathing became erratic. He knew I was close. He stopped kissing me, just to watch me, study me, watch me scream his name.

“Aaron…,” I screamed before moaning as loud as I had ever done, as another orgasm hit me.

And after one final thrust, he came too.