LOGINAmelia The rush of adrenaline in my veins is exhilarating, almost freeing. My shoes pound hard against the asphalt, and my heart beats like resounding drums in my chest.Violet skies grow darker on the horizon, and the cool evening breeze whisks my hair behind my ears as I intensify my speed, pushing through the thoughts clouding my mind. I go two more rounds on the running path beside a small empty park, and before I take another turn, the hairs on my neck rise in alert.Sudden uneasiness creeps under my skin, and my steps slow down. There’s no use ignoring the feeling that someone is hovering, or lurking in the shadows, watching me.I feel the heat of their gaze following my every move. I hear the silent sound of footsteps in the gentle breeze. My heart rate spikes slightly, and my wolf howls in caution.I curl my fists and stay alert.Once, I look over my shoulder, ready to take a swing at the stalker. But there’s no one there. Quietly, I move again, deliberately counting my step
Conrad “You’re making a mistake,” Simion grits out, struggling against Zayne’s restraint. He’s seething, his eyes filled with so much rage.“You’re going to regret this!”“Am I?” I smirk. “Simion, I’m your alpha. I’m beginning to despise your tone and lack of respect.”Simion hurls back a manic laugh. “I made you alpha. I can pull you down just as easily.”My grin widens. Now that’s a challenge I’d like to take up if it means I get to the bottom of this. “Making me alpha was your second mistake, Simion.”Getting Amelia involved in the mess he created was his first mistake.The tension in the air is palpable. My wolf stirs and roars, every bone in my body growling with rage and thirst for revenge, for justice—to clear Amelia’s name.“Unchain her,” I order, turning away from Simion and returning to the wooden chair across from Selah. “Let them go.”My men do as I say, hauling Selah up. She’s weak and sore from being tied to a chair for hours, and she’s barely able to stand on her own.
Killian I hold her wrist and take her with me as I rise to my feet. “Come, I’ll get you home first. You need to rest.” She doesn’t try to shift away from my grip. “I came with my car.”“You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll have someone drive it home for you.” I scoop her up in bridal style, and surprisingly, she doesn’t protest. She secures her arms around my neck, and a blush taints her cheeks.Her body feels so warm and soft against mine, and a grunt rumbles deep in my throat. My wolf stirs beneath my skin, restless and hungry—not for blood this time, but for her.Flashes of our night together—of her naked body beneath mine, gasping and moaning, my name fills my head.The pull towards her is getting stronger each day, as if something’s awakening inside me that’s far stronger and deeper than the mating bond we had. She’s like an instinct I can’t cage.I can feel it when she’s in danger. I smell her from distances no wolf should. It’s as if every part of me—human and wolf—is awaken
ConradMy wolf growls with protective rage, and the rogues shuffle backwards, fear bleeding into their eyes as their gazes bounce between Zayne and me.I glance at Amelia, at the blood trailing down her arm and mixing with the earth underneath her, and my wolf emerges, fully taking over.Positioning myself in front of Amelia, I howl, daring any of them to come for her. Then I lunge forward and attack. My claws dig into flesh, ripping it apart, and my fangs do the same, sinking into bones until they crack with a sickening sound.The rest of the world fades as my animalistic instincts take over, and protecting Amelia is all I can think about.I don’t stop until all the rogue wolves are nothing but a mess of broken bones and spilled blood. The lucky one among them who’s still alive is hanging by the thread of death, whimpering and barely breathing.Zayne is not as merciful, though. He sinks his claws into the wolf’s neck, tearing through flesh until his whimper fades, replaced by silence
Amelia Sapphira’s expression tightens, but she doesn’t argue. She just exhales sharply and drops her gaze, muttering something under her breath. My phone buzzes, pricking through the tension.I glance down. “It’s a pickup message. Some stuff I ordered finally arrived.”“Want me to come with you?” She asks, though she still looks wound tight from the conversation.“No, no need. I won’t be long.” I shake my head. “Let’s continue this conversation later.”I’m already moving before the thought finishes. By the time I reach the outskirts of the old park and approach the pickup warehouse, it’s deserted and quiet. I sense the eerie silence and lingering sense of someone watching, and it makes my skin crawl.Something’s wrong.I look around, starting to retrace my steps, and that is when I smell them before I see them, the sharp, musky stench of rogue wolves cuts through the cold air. Three of them step out from surrounding buildings.A shiver runs down my spine.I recognize them–the matted
AmeliaIt’s a cold afternoon, much colder than usual. The roads are busy, and the world around me goes fast. Everything seems noisy and imperfectly organized, as it should be.Almost everything.My life currently feels like a rocking boat. I still can’t shake off the feeling that someone is out there, waiting and watching for reasons unknown to me. Every five minutes, the vision of the dark figure by the tree flashes through my mind, making me glance over my shoulder while my wolf prowls restlessly beneath my skin.My head is a mess from trying to piece together who the hell could be stalking me. Simion, as cunning as he may be, is not the type to play childish games. And Selah is too impulsive to even come up with a trick like that.With those two out of the picture, I can’t think of anyone else unless there’s another member of the Silver Moon Pack who’s upset about my involvement with Conrad. But who would go that far?I bow my head and rub my temple. I can already feel the headach
Natalie "So, Natalie. Can I call you Natalie? What I'm really curious about is whether you're single, because I've been thinking we could grab dinner and discuss my...athletic performance in more detail."Oh brother.I mentally roll my eyes while keeping my expression professionally neutral.Beli
Jaxon I stare at the way the movement makes her breasts press against the fabric of her shirt, and my mouth goes dry imagining my hands mapping every inch of skin hidden beneath that flimsy top.We both step into her hotel room, and the door closes behind me with a soft click.The room feels small
Jaxon The elevator ride is like a damn highway to hell. Every floor that passes seems to crank my wolf’s vibrating need to see our Mate higher.It takes a total of six minutes to reach Room 2847.I stand outside the door for a full minute, trying to find words for how I’ll explain everything.Is
Natalie The hotel room, arranged and paid for by the Titans’ media rep, is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint noise of traffic below.My heels are sprawled on the floor. They are black, five-inch high, red-bottomed Louboutins that were supposed to crush Jaxon’s ego







