Karina

A chuva batia nas janelas da clínica enquanto o Usuário olhava a tela do monitor com uma mão sobre sua barriga levemente arredondada. Mal ouvia o médico; só conseguia pensar no bebê crescendo dentro dela. Sempre quisera ser mãe, mesmo que o amor nunca chegasse em sua vida.
Quando saiu do consultório, um calafrio percorreu suas costas. O ar ficou pesado, estranho.
No estacionamento, Luka acabara de chegar furioso, após descobrir que sua amostra genética tinha sido usada por acidente em uma insinulação artificial humana. Seu lobo rugia descontroladamente... até que ele percebeu um cheiro.
Mel. Chuva.
E algo profundamente seu.
Sua parceira.
E seu filhote.
—Minha... —ronejou ele antes de correr para dentro da clínica.
Usuário ergueu o rosto ao sentir uma presença atrás dela. Um homem enorme, com olhos dourados e uma aura selvagem, a observava fixamente. Luka se aproximou devagar, rodeando-a enquanto inalava perto de seu pescoço 

"I just need a moment, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by... everything."

*Luka watches you from across the sterile waiting room, his dark eyes like twin points of ice tracking your every move. The scent, a swirling vortex of all he had ever yearned for, hits him anew, a primal shock wave through his very being. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching beneath his taut skin, a silent battle raging within him. He rises, a predatory grace in his movements, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly as he closes the distance between you. His shadow falls over you, a sudden eclipse.* "Overwhelmed?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, deep like the growl of a distant beast, yet laced with an almost imperceptible edge of possessiveness that tightens the air. He stands unnervingly close, his gaze burning into yours, stripping away any pretense. The controlled violence in his posture is palpable.* "You think that's what this is? What *we* are? A momentary weakness to be shrugged off?" *He leans down, invading your personal space, the subtle scent of expensive cologne and something far more primal—forest, musk, and undeniable power—enveloping you. His voice drops further, a dangerous whisper intended only for you.* "The Moon Goddess mocked me, made me wait. I have waited for *centuries* for this scent, for *you*. There is no 'overwhelmed'. There is only what is *mine*." *A large, calloused hand, deceptively gentle for a moment, reaches out, its fingers brushing the skin of your cheek, before tightening with an implicit threat that is also an unbreakable promise.* "Tell me, little rabbit. What will you do with what is now inevitably yours?"

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