The Villains Must Win-Chapter 195: Lyander Wolfhart 45

For a moment, the world seemed to still. Even the wind held its breath.

"Like . . . marked?" Liora asked after a whole minute. Her heart pounding like crazy.

Lyander slowly nodded.

Liora blinked, startled. Her heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of his words. The sincerity. The promise.

In the face of war, when death was a shadow lurking around every corner, Lyander wasn’t asking for forever. He was asking for now. For a bond that would defy even fate.

Her voice was caught in her throat, but she managed a small, trembling smile. "You’re serious?"

"I’ve never been more," he said. "If this is our last chance, then I want to spend it bound to you. No secrets. No doubts. Just you and me."

Liora swallowed hard, emotion thick in her chest. Then she nodded, leaning in until her forehead touched his. "Then yes . . . I will."

Their lips met in the quiet twilight, and for a moment, the war, the blood, the fear—they all faded. All that remained was the promise of something beautiful amid the ruin.

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Lyander took Liora back to the lagoon once more—a hidden haven tucked away in the heart of the forest. It was just a few hours’ trek, riding atop his massive wolf.

They were allowed this short escape; Liora had assured everyone that Rhett wouldn’t attack for another few weeks, back by the spies. A lull before the storm.

When they neared the familiar clearing, Liora leapt down and ran ahead, the wind catching in her hair as laughter spilled from her lips.

Lyander stayed behind, not because he couldn’t keep up, but because—for once—his wolf didn’t mind letting her lead. Or more accurately, he wanted her to.

The view was something he didn’t want to miss.

Liora glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She knew he was watching—counting on it, even. She moved with an extra sway in her hips, each step deliberate and teasing, the curve of her body framed by moonlight as the trees parted to reveal the lagoon.

And if the visual alone wasn’t enough to drive Lyander and his wolf mad, there was something else hanging in the air. A subtle, intoxicating scent that made every instinct in him stir to attention. Sweet, thick, warm arousal.

Pheromones? Lyander blinked, caught off guard. Did nymphs even release mating scents? He honestly didn’t know. And right now, he didn’t care.

His wolf growled low in his chest, nostrils flaring to capture every drop of her arousal as if it were the air he needed to breathe.

Lyander’s control thinned with every step she took, the primal side of him whispering all the things he could do to her beneath the trees, on the mossy banks, or in the water’s embrace.

He didn’t just want her—he needed her. Every inch of her. Every sound she made. Every breath she took while she was his.

As they moved through the forest, he found his mind drifting—dangerously. Planning. Imagining. What position would he start with? Which one would leave her shaking, panting, begging for more?

His wolf’s thoughts painted vivid, heady images of her beneath him, above him, wrapped around him. The possibilities swirled like fire in his veins.

And the worst part? His wolf couldn’t decide. Every option seemed better than the last.

Lyander snorted under his breath, shaking his head. "I don’t think we’re going to have time to explore all of your fantasies today," he muttered.

His wolf gave an irritated huff in response, practically pouting in his mind.

How could Lyander possibly think anything was more important than having Liora completely and utterly to themselves?

War, danger, strategy—his wolf couldn’t care less. He could just kill all of them. All that mattered was her. Her scent. Her body. The heat blooming between them like wildfire.

Lyander couldn’t exactly say he disagreed.

But they were at war now, and every moment together was borrowed time. A stolen breath. A heartbeat not promised.

Still, his gaze returned to Liora, glowing softly under the moonlight, her laughter dancing in the air. She paused by the water’s edge, dipping her toes into the cool lagoon and glancing back at him with that same daring smile.

He could tell she knew exactly what she was doing. Teasing. Tempting.

His wolf gave a satisfied growl, eyes locked on her form as her energy shimmered faintly with desire. The scent grew stronger—sweeter. Lyander’s breath hitched. She was ready.

And so was he.

But even as the fire in his veins urged him forward, Lyander reminded himself this wasn’t just about physical desire. It was more than lust. This was his mate now. The one fate had given him in the middle of chaos.

And if this war truly was their last Chapter, then he would make every second with her count.

Not just as a rogue wolf.

But as hers. Entirely.

In the next moment, Liora began to peel off her clothes, never breaking eye contact with him. There was no hesitation in her movements—only anticipation. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, shimmering like molten silver beneath the moonlight.

Lyander’s wolf surged forward, taking over with a voice thick with need and command.

"Hands and knees," it growled.

So much for slow and tender, Lyander thought with a wry smirk. His wolf had no patience left.

Liora blinked, startled at first, but the look of surprise quickly melted into something else—something wild.

She obeyed, wordlessly turning and lowering herself onto the soft fur blanket they’d spread beneath them. Her palms sank into the plush surface, her back arching, hips rising.

She positioned herself with a quiet gasp, her breath catching as the night air kissed her exposed skin. Her body trembled—whether from nerves, desire, or both, Lyander couldn’t say. But the sight of her offering herself so openly, so willingly, made something primal inside him roar.

He circled her slowly, letting the moment stretch, savoring the way she shivered under his gaze. Her vulnerability in that position was undeniable—but so was her trust. That was what undid him most.

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