LOGINHe was the brother she was told to stay away from. Now, only he could protect her. Azzianna's honeymoon should have been a dream. Instead, it turned into a nightmare. On the luxury cruise ship Northern Star, she entered her room and found her husband Julian with her best friend. The betrayal was more painful than she could bear. Julian did not love her; he only married her to steal her family's powerful land. Hiding her tears, Azzianna ran to the cold deck of the ship. There, she met Lucian. He was Julian's older brother, a brave Alpha biker with scars and a dangerous reputation. He was the man everyone in the group feared. To protect herself and get revenge, Azzianna made a deal with Lucian. They would pretend to be in love to humiliate Julian and take away his power. It was supposed to be a game. But every time Lucian touches her, the spark seems real. Soon, Lucian tells her a secret: he's not pretending. He's loved her from afar for years, knowing she's his true mate. Now, stranded on a ship full of enemies, Azzianna has a choice. Will she run from the man who broke her heart, or will she trust her "dangerous" brother who promises to burn the world to keep her safe? On this ship, the only thing more dangerous than a lie is a love that's always been destined.
View MoreArctic sunlight spilled across the hangar floor, turning the spilled oil and melting ice into a mosaic of shimmering gold. I stood over the shivering form of Edward Vailant, my hand still gripping the Silver-Bane Seal. The metal was warm, humming with the residual energy of the reactor core. Beneath the surface, a new truth waited. Silas groaned, his frozen limbs cracking as he tried to shift back into human form. His eyes, once bright with the blue fire of the Frost-Wolf, were now dull and defeated. Lucian stood beside me, his chest heaving, his wolf-black hair matted with sweat and frost. He looked down at his father, then at me, his gaze lingering on the small parchment I held between my trembling fingers. "Names," Lucian rumbled, his voice still vibrating with the power of the wolf. "Why are there names inside the Seal?" The paper was brittle, yellowed by years of being tucked away in the Seal's hollow core. My eyes burned as I read the handwriting. It wasn't Julian’s messy s
Forge was no longer a workshop; it was a suffocating metal box. The piercing Arctic water rose to our waists, its glacial touch turning my legs into numb pillars of stone. Above, the emergency lights failed, leaving only the murky red pulse of manual alarms. The air was a viscous mix of salt, ozone, and the metallic tang of blood. The environment felt alive, a malicious force trying to crush the life out of us. The ship didn't just feel like it was sinking; it felt like it was inhaling the ocean, pulling the weight of the deep into our lungs. "Lucian! Behind you!" My voice was a hollow rasp. The Silver-Hunter materialized from the clinging shadows like a ghost. He stood on a floating equipment crate, his silver-tipped harpoon aimed at Lucian’s spine. The Hunter’s eyes were hidden behind void-like goggles, reflecting the rhythmic, bloody blink of the alarm. Lucian had no time to turn. He was still straining against the sliding bulkhead that threatened to crush Sloane and the ot
The steel floor didn't just glow; it screamed. The sound of high-powered lasers cutting through the hull of the Northern Star was a high-pitched whine that set my teeth on edge. If the Hunters breached the hull here, the pressure of the Arctic ocean would cave in the engine room, or worse, ignite the fuel lines."Everyone back!" Lucian roared, his silver chain wrapping around his fist. "Sloane, get the emergency seals!""There's no time for seals!" Sloane yelled back over the hiss of melting metal. "They’re cutting right into the primary line. One spark and this whole deck is gone".The Ticking Clock was no longer hours; it was seconds. I could see the red-hot tip of a thermal blade poking through the floor. The feeling of being trapped in a sinking, exploding tomb made my lungs tighten."Lucian, move," I said. My voice was eerily calm"Azzianna, get back!" Lucian turned, his eyes wide with fear for me. "You don't know what that fire will do.""I know it's mine," I replied.I stepped
The lower decks of the ship were a tomb of rusted steel. Up above, the ship was a palace of glass and gold, but down here in "The Forge," the air was thick with the smell of hot oil and old exhaust. I stood at the edge of the motorcycle bay, shivering as red emergency lights flickered on and off. Every time the ship hit a sheet of ice, the floor groaned beneath my feet. "The Hunters are coming," I said again. My voice sounded small in the massive room. Sloane did not move. She was the leader of Lucian’s bikers, a woman built of muscle and scars. She held a hunting knife that caught the red light like a drop of blood. Behind her, five other riders stepped out of the shadows. They did not look like the polite guards from my wedding. They looked like predators. "I don't care about the Hunters, Princess," Sloane spat. Her voice was rough, like sandpaper on wood. "And I don't care about your lier husband. My only job is to keep this pack alive. Lucian thinks you are special,
The Grand Dining Hall of the Northern Star was a cathedral of arrogance. High ceilings dripped with crystal chandeliers that rattled with every vibration of the ship’s engines. Thousands of wolves in designer suits and evening gowns sat at long tables, their silver forks clinking against china. They
Lucian’s suite was unlike the one I had shared with Julian for a few hours of my marriage. Julian’s room was filled with gold, white flowers, and soft silk. It was like a birdcage made for a pet. Lucian’s room was dark. It smelled of old wood, heavy leather, and the cold Arctic air. It felt like a w
Julian stood at the door to the deck. His face was red with anger. The ship’s Christmas lights twinkled behind him, casting long, trembling shadows on the floor. He looked down at my hand, still cradled in Lucian’s big, warm palm. He looked as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.“Get away fr
The Northern Star was a giant ship. It was covered in millions of Christmas lights that sparkled on the dark, cold water. To the people on board, it was a dream vacation. To me, it was supposed to be the start of my new life. I stood in front of the mirror in the hallway of my room. I fixed my sil






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.