The Wolf's Queen Vows

Chapter 30: Night Of Confession

Aveloria hadn’t meant to fall asleep. She had only wanted to sit briefly while Galen worked at his desk, sorting through scrolls and reports from the border. The soft rhythm of his movements, the quills’ quiet scrape, and the lantern’s faint hum lulled her into a rare sense of calm. She felt safe enough to close her eyes for the first time in days.

When Galen turned from his desk, he heaved a sigh. Her head rested against the back of the chair, her hair spilling across her shoulders, and one hand curled loosely on her lap. The tension she usually carried in her jaw, shoulders, and guarded mouth was gone. She looked almost fragile.

He hesitated before moving closer. Then, without a word, he slid an arm beneath her knees and another behind her back. She stirred faintly, whispering something he couldn’t make out, before settling against his chest. He carried her into the adjoining room and laid her gently on his bed.

Her hand shot out when he straightened to leave, fingers brushing his wrist. "Stay," she said softly.

Galen froze. "You should rest, Aveloria."

"I’ve done enough of that," she murmured, eyes half open now. "Just...stay. Please."

A quiet followed; it was not tense or uncomfortable, just heavy with unsaid things. He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to crowd her. She looked up at him then, and he noticed how tired she was—not just from the poison, not from the endless expectations, but from something more profound, something that lived behind her eyes.

"I didn’t mean to trouble you," she said after a long silence. "You’ve already done enough for me."

"You could never trouble me," he replied.

Her lips curved. Then her expression shifted, hesitant, uncertain. "There’s something I need to tell you."

Galen waited. She took a slow breath. "It’s about Lucien."

His shoulders tensed slightly, though he said nothing.

"When I rode beyond the borders," she continued, "he found me. He said he was drawn to me through the bond." Her gaze dropped to her hands, twisting the edge of the blanket. "I thought I could control it, but when the bond flared, I couldn’t. My heat came without warning. I lost control for a moment. I begged him to..." She stopped, biting her lip hard. "Claim me. He didn’t take advantage. He stopped. He said it wasn’t the right time."

Her voice trembled slightly. "I feel ashamed for losing control like that."

Galen’s jaw tightened, but not out of jealousy. He leaned closer, voice quiet but firm. "You don’t have to be ashamed. You were caught off guard. It happens to every wolf. The bond...It’s stronger than will sometimes."

"I know." She looked at him, eyes glassy. "But part of me is glad he refused me. I don’t know if I can handle another regret."

He nodded slowly, his thumb brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. "Then don’t overthink it," he said. "What matters is that you’re safe, and he didn’t cross a line."

Her eyes lingered on him, studying the calm way he spoke, the steadiness that always seemed to ground her. "You always know how to make things sound easier than they are," she whispered.

"I try," he said with a small a mile.

Aveloria hesitated again and then spoke before she lost her nerves. "Galen...there’s something else."

He tilted his head. "What is it?"

She met his eyes directly now. "I want to be with you."

His breath caught slightly. "You mean—"

"Yes," she said before he could finish. "I want to sleep with you. Before anyone else."

The silence that followed was sharp. Galen’s expression shifted, confusion first, then a flicker of concern. "Aveloria, you’re still recovering. Maybe you’re saying this because of your heat—"

"I’m not," she said quickly. "I know what I’m feeling. I can tell the difference even if my body’s still adjusting." Her voice lowered, trembling but sincere. "I trust you, Galen. I always have. And I don’t want my first to be about duty, bonds, or politics. I want it to be real. With you." freёwebnovel.com

He studied her for a long moment, the weight of her words pressing between them. There was no calculation in her tone, no hint of manipulation, just raw honesty.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.

She nodded. "I’ve never been more sure."

He took her hand gently, fingers tracing the back of it. "If we do this, Aveloria...I want it to be because you want me. Not because you’re running from something."

"I’m not running," she whispered. "I just—" She paused, searching for words. "You make me feel like I’m not fighting alone anymore. And I need that right now."

Galen’s resolve wavered. The honesty in her voice tore down whatever restraint he had left. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, soft at first, testing, uncertain. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into him, kissing him back with growing intensity.

The kiss deepened, slow and searching. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t desperate, it was real. His hand slid up to cup her jaw, her skin warm under his palm. She responded with a quiet sound, almost a sigh, as her hands found the fabric of his tunic.

When they finally broke apart, she was breathing unevenly. "See?" she whispered, almost smiling. "Still sure."

Galen’s chest rose and fell, his jaw line tight with restraint. "You don’t make this easy."

"I’m not trying to," she murmured.

He kissed her again, harder this time, and she met him halfway. The air between them changed, not heavy with lust but something deeper, something that came from months of unspoken care. Every touch felt like a confession: every breath, a promise.

She shivered when his lips trailed down her neck, fingers curling into his shirt. He paused momentarily, looking down at her gently and reverently.

"You’re sure?" he asked again, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," she said without hesitation. "I want this."

His forehead rested against hers for a moment, his voice breaking slightly. "Then I’ll take care of you."

After that, words weren’t needed. His hands found her waist, steady and warm, while hers explored the planes of his shoulders, the back of his neck. He kissed her again, slow, grounding, full of the tenderness that defined him. The world outside the room seemed to disappear. It was just them, their breath, warmth, and quiet understanding.

They undressed each other and sat naked on the bed, caressing their bodies. When Galen’s hands touched her boobs, she let out a moan. He sucked on the sensitive spot on her neck before moving towards her boobs, and he sucked on her nipples.

His hand reached for her bare thighs, and slowly he made her lie back on the bed. He pulled her gently, raised her legs, and parted them before giving her breasts a gentle squeeze.

"Galen..." Her words cut short when his face came down, his lips touching her clit. She moaned.

Slowly, he started to lick, his hands touching her nipples, and her muffled sounds turning him on even more. She closed her eyes, a wave of pleasure raking through her body. Her eyes snapped open when he shoved a finger, then two, inside her as he licked her clitoris.

"Oh, Galen!" She moaned loudly this time, her hands reaching into his hair.

"You feel good?" His breath fanned her core.

"Hmmm." She whimpered.

Sensation grew inside her as his fingers moved back and forth in her vagina. He moved to her nipple and sucked hard on it, switching between both nipples while he fingers her core. It made her squirm and writhe under him. He lapped her wetness with his tongue.