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Leah and Kazan throw themselves on his now-broken bed, breathing breathlessly. The two have been satisfying their desires for who knows how long, and it was extraordinary. The room being a mess, and the broken furniture was proof of that. And if it weren't for the fact that they were completely drained where sexual urges are concerned, they would be at it again.

"So... are we?" Kazan barely managed to ask. In his mind, Leah is his woman until the end. However, he just wants to ensure that they are on the same page and not messing around this time.

"Are we what?" Leah asked, though she already had an idea of what was on his mind. They share a bond, remember? And when the emotions from the pup are this strong, it's hard to ignore.

"Just forget about it." Maybe he's just overthinking things. They are already mated. She claimed him. They joked about him proposing a few times. But he thinks she is serious about that, and so is he.

So that should be enough to convince Kazan that they are an item, right? But for some reason, it's not. Claim aside, does she truly love him? Is all of this real? He can't help but wonder. He's no Romeo, nor has he ever been in love before. But this crazy and unintentional relationship is the closest he's been to love. He thinks he loves her. He loves her.

Anyway, Leah laughed at his response.

"What's so funny?" Kazan asked.

"You know, you are really cute when you are shy." Leah lay on top of him and poked his nose.

"I'm not shy." His cheeks flushed as he looked away from her. "It's just that you have made me feel things that I never thought were possible... I want to know—" Kazan was about to ask her if she felt the same way about him and if she truly loves him. But, like earlier, he lost the courage to do so. "You know, you are very beautiful." He complimented her while stroking her hair. "You are amazing."

"Oh, it seems you have become a sweet talker."

"For you only." Kazan made contact with her and smiled. She smiled back. They were then lost in each other's eyes for what felt like a lifetime. "You know, if you continue looking at me this way, I might be tempted to put it down on you again." Oh, how he wished he could stay with her like this forever. But reality won't let him. Well, no one came to get him yet, so it's safe to say that the battle hasn't begun yet.

"Like what exactly?" She arched a brow.

"Don't play dumb."

"We are, by the way," Leah said. This was to answer his earlier question. 'Are we?'

"We are what exactly?" Kazan teased.

"Didn't I tell you already, Pup? If I allowed you to ravage my body again, then you belong to me."

"Is that so?"

"Are you saying that you don't?" She hit his shoulder, but it didn't hurt too much.

"Of course not." He then kissed her as if it were the first and last time, before looking at her with intense passion. "You are also mine. And I promise, from now on, you are my one and only."

"Is that so?" She scoffed.

"Yes." He spoke confidently.

"Then I guess that ends your doubt about my feelings for you."

It didn't surprise Kazan that she was aware of his hidden thoughts. They are connected, after all. And there are times when he's able to feel her emotions as if they were his. Read her mind, even. Now that he thinks about it, Kazan has come to the conclusion that his nausea and vomiting are probably due to her. It was a very horrible feeling, by the way. He thought he was going to die.

"And I guess I can tell you that I love you without fear now." Her words gave Kazan the confidence to confess the feeling boiling inside his heart. This, of course, brought tears to Leah's eyes, and her actions confused him.

"Why are you crying?" She then allowed him to feel what she was feeling through their bond. The warmth of her love overwhelmed and flattered him. It also assured him that her love was genuine. It's only right to make things official between them. And what better time to do so than right now?

Alright, here goes. Kazan is going to make a proper marriage proposal to her. Ahem. "Will you be my woman?"

Ok, he got cold feet for a second.

She snuffles. "Um. Let me think about it."

"Stop playing, girl. Though I look confident, I'm actually scared, putting my heart out here like this."

"I am your woman," Leah assured him.

"What I mean is." Kazan, with supernatural speed, got down on his knees. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes." Leah helped up the excited Kazan from the floor, and they shared a kiss. She then looked him in the eyes. "I love you too, pup."

Damn, he can't resist her any more. However, before they could continue, there was a knock at the door.

"Could you two get dressed and get out here already?" demanded the exasperated Ezekiel.

"Go away, little pup," the irritated Leah said.

"Do you think that I want to be here listening to you two mush over each other? I'm here because it's important."

"Give us a minute." Kazan wrenched his way out of Leah's arm. As much as he wants to put it down on her. Ezekiel has important matters he wishes to discuss with him.

"I'll kill that brat." The upset Leah was about to strangle Ezekiel, but Kazan stopped her.

"Believe me, I'm pissed off too. But it's important. Look. I'll make it up to you later, I promise." Kazan caressed her cheeks.

"Alright." Leah swiftly threw on one of Kazan's sweat suits since her clothes were no longer in wearable conditions.

Kazan also got dressed before he allowed Ezekiel to enter. He was then informed by him that there were numerous lycans flooding the west borders. And that these lycans, which are from the White Clover pack, are here for the prisoner.

"What prisoner?" Leah asked.

"You didn't tell her?" Ezekiel looked to Kazan.

"Tell her what?" Leah also looked to Kazan.

Kazan didn't want to trouble Leah about this—his way of trying to protect her. But in the end, he has to tell her the truth. "Earlier today, some guy from the White Clover pack volunteered to be our prisoner."

"Why?" Leah was puzzled. This makes no sense. Those in charge of the reformed White Clover pack want her dead to secure their power, so someone volunteering to be a prisoner to a pack that is (and she means no offense when she says this) weak seems bizzare.

"He wished to speak with you."

"Me? Why?"

"We are not sure," Ezekiel replied. "But he called himself the silver wolf."

"Is this true?" Leah's eyes widen in surprise. She then collared Ezekiel. "Where is he?"

"In the Dungeon," Ezekiel answered.

"Who is this guy?" Kazan asked her. But she didn't answer. She just fled the room. Ezekiel and Kazan follow shortly after.