MasukREMI POV
"You stink."
I jolted awake to find Nero hovering over me in bed. Actually hovering. Like a creep.
"What the—" I shoved at his chest. "Is this your kink or something?"
"I needed to confirm you were still alive." He didn't move. Just kept staring at me with those intense silver eyes. " You made it to day two."
"Congratulations to me. Now get off."
"Your breath," he said flatly. "It smells like something died in your mouth."
My face burned. "Well, you locked me in here without clothes or a toothbrush, so excuse me for not being minty fresh."
He leaned closer. Inhaled at my neck this time.
"Nero, what are you—"
"Your scent. Underneath the bad breath and fear." His voice was rough. "It's distracting."
Heat flooded through me. "Distracting how?"
His eyes met mine Hungry. "The kind of distracting that makes me want to keep you tied in this bed all day."
My breath caught.
Then he pulled back and stood. "But you still need to fix that breath situation. I'll have my mother send clothes."
"Wait, about last night—"
"Last night is irrelevant." His voice went cold. "Oh, and I already sent your family the peace offering. For your death."
"My what—"
The door slammed.
He left.
I sat there, stunned.
He'd just told me he wanted to keep me in bed all day. Then sent my family a death notice.
What the actual fuck.
Then I smelled my own breath.
"Oh god. He's right. I smell like a dumpster."
An hour later, I was sneaking through the palace hallways wrapped in a bedsheet like the world's worst toga.
No clothes had arrived. My breath was still toxic. And I remembered my grandmother's remedy—tunise leaves. I'd seen a garden yesterday.
I found it easily. Rows of herbs and flowers. And there—tunise, growing wild near the fountain.
I plucked a handful, rubbed them between my palms, and started chewing.
That's when I heard it.
Moaning.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I muttered. "What kind of palace is this?"
I moved toward the sound and froze.
A man who looked exactly like Nero had a maid bent over a stone bench. Her dress hiked up.
His pants around his ankles. He was fucking her. Hard.
Heat shot through me.
I should've left. Should've turned around.
But I couldn't stop watching.
And worse—I couldn't stop imagining.
Nero's hands instead of his. Nero's body. Nero bending me over that bench, his breath hot on my neck, his voice rough: "You've been driving me insane since you fell into my life."
His hand sliding up my thigh. Higher.
"Tell me you want this."
My thighs clenched. My wolf purred.
Last night's kiss had awakened something hungry in me. Something that wanted him to stop holding back and just—
"Enjoying the show?"
I snapped back to reality.
The man had stopped. The maid scurried away, adjusting her dress. He was staring directly at me.
Smirking.
"I wasn't—I didn't mean to—"
"You're flushed." He grinned. "I'm Abel," he said. "Third-in-command. Nero's younger, better-looking brother."
I stared at him. "You look exactly like him."
"Except I'm handsome. And I actually know how to satisfy a woman.
My face burned hotter. "Your whole family is sick. I'm leaving."
"Says the girl wrapped in a bedsheet, watching strangers fuck in gardens." He tilted his head. "Did Nero fuck you so hard you're walking around with no clothes? Or is he just keeping you ready for whenever he wants another round?"
"He didn't—we didn't—"
"Really? Because you kissed him last night. Pretty desperately from what I heard." His eyes dragged over me. "And the way you were watching just now... you definitely want him to."
"I'm leaving."
"Running away? That's disappointing." He leaned in, voice dropping. "My brother's an idiot, by the way. If you were mine, I wouldn't let you out of bed long enough to need clothes."
I turned and practically ran.
His laughter followed me. "Nice ass, by the way! Nero's a lucky bastard!"
I was almost to my door when I saw her.
Nero's mother. Leaving my room. A handkerchief pressed to her face.
"Allergies," she said curtly when she noticed me staring.
She walked past without another word.
Inside, I found a dress laid out on the bed. Beautiful. Way nicer than I expected. Deep burgundy silk that looked expensive. I expected something ugly. Like in the books where the evil mother-in-law gives the bride rags.
There was a note attached: Wait to be summoned.
I picked up the dress. It smelled like lavender and something sweet.
Probably just expensive perfume.
I bathed and dressed. The fabric felt amazing against my skin. I looked like a princess in the mirror.
Maybe his mother was warming up to me after all.
I was summoned an hour later.
The council chamber was massive. At the head of the table sat Nero, flanked by Kade and Abel.
On the other side of the table: other Alphas. Including Alpha Manuel from Riverside. My pack.
And at the far end—Nero's mother.
No. Wait.
Two of her.
Identical. Same silver hair. Same cold eyes. Same everything.
Twins.
When had there been two? Which one left my room this morning?
"Remi Olandria Cross."
Nero's voice cut through my confusion.
"You have been summoned to answer charges of murder. Priscilla Ashford, my former bride. Her family is present." He gestured to a group of stone-faced wolves across from me. "How do you plead?"
"Murder?" My voice cracked. "I thought—we're married. You said bride for bride—"
"Yes, I married you. But you haven't been marked. You're not my mate. You're not the Luna of this pack." His voice was ice. "So you will answer for your crimes."
He'd kissed me last night like I was everything. And now he was looking at me like I was nothing.
A woman from Priscilla's family stood. "She killed my sister deliberately. To steal her place as Luna. She should be handed over to us for punishment."
"I didn't mean to—it was an accident—"
"An accident?" The woman's voice rose. "You crashed a wedding, destroyed our family's honor, and murdered our daughter. Alpha Nero will do what's right. Won't you, Alpha? Or will you risk your position as Alpha of Alphas to protect a murderer?"
Every eye in the room turned to Nero.
He stood. Walked toward me slowly.
Stopped inches away.
"You want the truth?" His voice dropped low enough that only I could hear. "I was curious. You fell into my life and I wondered if maybe you were different. If you could break the curse." He paused. "But you can't. You're going to die like the rest. And I'd rather hand you over now than watch you die in my arms.
"Each word was a knife. Don't cry. Don't give him the satisfaction.
"Funny. You didn't seem to think that when your hands were all over me last night. Or was that growling I heard just indigestion?"I shot back
Someone gasped.
Priscilla's brother stepped forward. "Since she's just your bride and not your mate or Luna, it's time to let us have her. As payment for killing our sister, she'll be taken to our pack. Punished. Disgraced. Killed."
I was shaking.
Nero looked at me. Something flickered in his eyes.
Then it was gone.
"Yes," he said. "Take her. She was going to die anyway."
No.
Priscilla's brother grabbed my arm. Yanked me toward him.
"Come here, slut. You thought you could seduce your way into the Alpha's bed..My brothers will have fun between your legs."
Nero moved faster than I'd ever seen anyone move.
His fist connected with the man's jaw. The crack echoed through the chamber.
"Don't you EVER." Nero's voice was deadly quiet. "Call. My wife. A slut." He looked at the rest of Priscilla's family. "Touch her, and I'll personally castrate every male in your bloodline."
Everyone froze.
"Nero," Kade said carefully. "People are watching. You have to choose—peace with the alphas, or her."
"I don't care." Nero's eyes flashed silver. "I'm the Alpha of Alphas. Everyone here answers to me. She's not going anywhere."
My heart was pounding. He'd just—he'd defended me. After everything he'd said.
Then the room started spinning.
"Remi?" Kade's voice sounded distant.
Heat. So much heat. Like my blood was boiling.
I touched my nose. Came away with blood.
"The curse," someone whispered. "It's taking her."
My legs gave out. Nero caught me before I hit the ground.
"No." His voice cracked. "Not yet. You're supposed to be special—"
More blood. From my eyes now. My ears. Everything hurt.
"I thought she was the one," I heard Kade say. "I guess she wasn't."
Nero lifted me. I felt him moving. Carrying me.
His room. His father's old room. He laid me on the bed.
"You were my favorite," he whispered, touching my face.
I wanted to tell him I'd figured it out. The dress. The taste of tunise still bitter on my tongue.
But the darkness was pulling me under.
My eyes closed.
My heart stopped.
Everything went black.
Complete and total silence.
The seventh bride was gone.
The curse had won again.
Nero walked to the door and stopped with his hand on the handle.
Looked back one last time at her body on the bed.
Then left.
The door clicked shut.
Darkness.
Minutes passed.
Then—
My finger twitched.
Just once.
So small anyone watching would've missed it.
But no one was watching.
My chest rose.
Fell.
Rose again.
A breath. Shallow. Weak.
But alive. I gasped awake, screaming.
Black liquid poured from my mouth, splattering the sheets, moving, crawling, and carving runes that looked like the drawings in Nero’s sketchbook.
“NERO!” I screamed. My hands flew to my throat, claws digging in as blood spilled.
“I was poisoned,” I whispered. “There is no curse.” The runes pulsed once more on the sheet—then vanished into my skin. Whatever poisoned me... it wasn't done.
The door creaked open.
Nero’s mother stood in the threshold, handkerchief still clutched in her hand. Her silver eyes widened in shock. She stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” she said “All of them were.”
Footsteps thundered down the hall..Nero, too late.
Her lips curved. “But I can fix that.”
At first light“Down here—fresh tracks,” Nero said, his voice low and steady as he held the lantern high. The flame flickered against the damp stone walls of the condemned shaft, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The air was thick with coal dust and the faint, metallic tang of fear. “They dragged someone this way not long ago. Look at the scuff marks. Smaller feet. Could be the girl.”Drift grunted from behind him, axe gripped tight. “Keep moving, then. We’ve been crawling through these rat holes for hours. If Voss’s daughter is still breathing, she won’t be for long if we dawdle.”Caya scanned the side passage they had forced open earlier. “The silk scrap matches what Voss described.. We’re close. Rook, watch the rear. No surprises.”Rook muttered, “This place feels wrong. Too quiet. Like the mines swallowed the screams already.”Nero led the way deeper, muscles coiled beneath his loose chains. He had studied Rook’s technique when the man had unlocked him back at camp—
Nero POV“Move out!” Drift barked as Nero and Caya emerged from the tree line. The Rabid Saints were already breaking camp , packing tents and loading gear onto sturdy mules. Dust hung in the air from their hurried movements. “We’ve wasted enough time. Caya, you said this job pays heavy. Start talking details while we ride.”Nero rolled his shoulders, still savoring the freedom from the chains. The refreshing bath had done more than clean his body; it had sharpened his mind. Remi’s memory lingered like a warm ember, and the secret he now held over Caya felt like a blade hidden in his boot. He kept his face neutral, but the satisfaction simmered beneath the surface.Caya shot him a quick, warning glance before addressing the group. “Rich lord in a mining town called Blackvein, His daughter, Elara, was taken three weeks ago. Kidnapped from their estate. He’s offering a fat purse—gold, gems, and a bonus if we bring her back breathing. Smugglers took her. People have been vanishing from
Nero POVWe walked in tense silence at first, the forest floor soft with damp moss and fallen leaves crunching under our boots. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy in scattered golden shafts, birds calling overhead. The air smelled of pine and earth. After several minutes, Caya finally spoke without looking at me, her tone sharp.“So what’s so special about her, huh? That little night with her has you grinning like a lovesick fool even when you think no one’s watching. Can’t you see you’re doing good work with the Saints? The pay’s steady. The brotherhood’s real if you earn it. Why throw that away for some woman?” She continued . ". Drift's an idiot but he's a connected idiot — the operations we run get access to things most rogues never see." She looked at him sideways. "You could build something here. In these lands. With people who'd actually use you right."I kept my eyes fixed on the winding path ahead, low branches brushing against my broad shoulders. “Good work? I’m cha
Nero POVHe woke up thinking about her hair.He lay against the floor for a moment and looked at the sky going grey and let himself have her warmth.The clearing was quiet.“New mission,” Caya announced sharply, her voice slicing through the thick morning haze like a well-honed knife. She stood tall by the dying campfire, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her sharp eyes scanning the group of hungover Rabid Saints sprawled around the ashes “Farther out this time. Pays heavier than anything we’ve touched in months. But this camp’s getting too hot. We should pack up and move before someone comes sniffing around after last night’s mess.”Drift spat a thick glob into the smoldering ashes and grunted, rubbing the sleep from his bloodshot eyes. “This is still the safest spot until we lock down a new one. You know that as well as I do, Caya. We’ve got solid cover, fresh water nearby, and no one’s stumbled on us yet.” He shot a sideways glare at me, his lip curling in disgust. “Though
Remi POVRemi woke up with the kind of smile that made her cheeks hurt. She lay there for a minute in the lumpy little cot, staring at the cracked ceiling of the shack Gemma had given her. Nero’s scent was still all over her—earthy, smoky, that wild musk that clung to her skin like a secret. She hadn’t washed it off. Didn’t want to. Every time she moved, it hit her again and sent a warm flush through her chest. She pressed her nose to her shoulder and breathed it in, a stupid little giggle slipping out. God, she felt ridiculous. Happy. Like some lovesick kid instead of the girl who’d been fighting curses and chains and literal monsters.She rolled out of bed, pulled on her training clothes, and headed out into the misty morning. The air felt sharper today. Everything did.Gemma was already sipping something hot from a chipped mug. The old woman took one look at Remi and let out a loud cackle.“Well, look at you, girl. Glowing like you swallowed the damn moon"I'm not glowing," I s
Remi POVShe started moving, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles. Not fast. Not yet. She wanted to feel every second of this. The way he filled her completely, the way her body clenched around him like it never wanted to let go. The curse-light in his veins dimmed further with every thrust, fed by their connection, by the ruins in her hands glowing brighter where they gripped his shoulders.Nero strained upward, meeting her as best he could, chains rattling. “You feel… so good. Missed this. Missed your warmth. Your tight —” He broke off with a curse as she clenched deliberately around him.“Tell me,” she panted, leaning down to bite his lower lip. “Tell me how much you missed me. I want to hear it while I heal you.”“Every night,” he growled, voice wrecked with pleasure. “Thought about you, wishing you were with me. Thought about burying myself so deep inside you that you’d still feel me days later.” His hips bucked up harder, limited by the chains but no less intense. “My f







