LOGINClara Bennett“Victor, please,” I said, my voice hoarse from days of barely speaking. “Just tell me what you want from me. I’ll do it. Just stop this.”I was still chained to the bed, my wrists raw and bruised from constantly pulling against the metal. The new guard, Lena, had left me alone for a few hours, but the silence was almost worse than her slaps. My stomach ached from hunger, and my cheek still stung from the last time she had hit me.Victor stood in the doorway, watching me with that cold, calculating look he always had. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed slowly.“You’re finally starting to understand,” he said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Good. I want Ryder. I want him broken and delivered to my lab. You’re going to help me get him. Call him. Tell him you escaped and need him to come get you. Give him a location. I’ll handle the rest.”I shook my head, tears filling my eyes again. “I can’t. He’ll know something is wrong. He’s
Clara Bennett “Eat your damn food,” the new female guard snapped, shoving the metal tray across the floor toward me. Her name was Lena, and she had a permanent scowl etched on her face. She was tall, muscular, with short-cropped blonde hair and cold eyes that looked like they enjoyed this kind of work. I sat chained to the bed, wrists raw from the metal cuffs, and stared at the tray. A stale piece of bread and some lukewarm porridge that looked like it had been sitting out for hours. My stomach growled painfully, but I turned my head away. “I’m not hungry,” I muttered, even though I was starving. Two days of this. Two days of being slapped for talking back, starved when I refused to cooperate, and treated like an animal. Lena laughed coldly and stepped closer. “You think you’re too good for this? Princess still waiting for her big bad wolf to save her?” She grabbed my chin hard, forcing me to look at her. “News flash, sweetheart. No one’s coming. Victor owns you now.” Before I co
Francis Williams “Sir, we have new information on Ryder West,” my assistant said as she stepped into the room, tablet in hand. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the slight hesitation in it. I turned from the window, setting my glass down on the side table. “Go on.” She cleared her throat and continued. “It appears he no longer has a pack. Our sources confirm the entire group has… vanished. Like they never existed. No meetings, no safe houses, no communication trails. It’s just him now, living among humans. He’s completely alone.” I raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across my face. “Alone? How delightful. The mighty alpha reduced to a lone wolf playing human in his shiny tower. How the mighty have fallen.” Elena nodded and swiped across the tablet before handing it to me. “There’s more. The girl he’s involved with ... Clara Bennett ...she’s currently missing. Our men confirm she was taken from his apartment earlier today. We believe someone close to her is holding her
Ryder West I was halfway out the cabin door when something caught my eye on the floor near the fireplace. I stopped, breathing hard, and walked back inside. Kneeling down, I picked up a small silver ring with an engraved “F” on the inside. My blood ran cold. This wasn’t Victor’s style. Victor was sloppy, arrogant, and left bodies as messages. This ring… this was precise. Deliberate. A calling card. “No,” I whispered, turning the ring over in my fingers. “It can’t be him.” Francis Williams. The name hit me like a punch to the gut. He was supposed to be dead. I had watched the vampires burn his body myself years ago after he tried to start a war between our kinds. Vampires and werewolves weren’t meant to coexist, and Francis had made it his mission to wipe my kind off the map. If he was alive… then this was bigger than Victor. Much bigger. I stood up slowly, my hands shaking as I slipped the ring into my pocket. My uncle’s death wasn’t just Victor’s doing. This felt personal. Calc
Ryder West “This is bullshit,” I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The city streets blurred past as I drove away from the police station, my mind racing faster than the car. Every second that passed felt like another nail in Clara’s coffin. Those cowards in uniform were too scared of Victor’s money and connections to do anything real. I should have known better than to waste time there. I slammed my hand against the dashboard, frustration boiling over. “Where the hell are you, Clara? Just hold on, baby. I’m coming.” The road stretched out ahead, but my thoughts kept circling back to the same dead ends. I needed help. Real help. Someone who understood what I was, someone who wouldn’t flinch at the wolf inside me. Then it hit me like a lightning bolt. Uncle Elias. I hadn’t seen him in years..... not since the funeral after my family was killed. He was the last living relative who knew the truth about our bloodline, the on
Ryder West “I need to file a missing person report,” I said, slamming my hand down on the front desk the moment I walked into the police station. My voice echoed through the quiet lobby, drawing stares from the few officers present. “Her name is Clara Bennett. She was taken from my apartment building less than two hours ago. Victor Sinclair is behind it. I want him brought in immediately. He is her ex and he has been blackmailing her for days.” The desk sergeant, a middle-aged man with graying hair and tired eyes, looked up at me. His face paled slightly when he recognized who I was. He swallowed hard and straightened his uniform. “Mr. West… please, have a seat. Let’s talk about this calmly.” “I don’t want to sit,” I growled, leaning over the counter. My hands were clenched into fists so tight my knuckles were white. “Every minute we waste is another minute she’s in danger. Victor Sinclair had her kidnapped. I have security footage showing masked men taking her out of my building.
Clara Bennett“Clara!” Ryder’s voice cut through the quiet night like a lifeline I didn’t deserve.I looked up from the park bench, my vision blurry with tears. He was jogging toward me, his black t-shirt clinging to his chest, hair messy from the wind. Even in the middle of my breakdown, he looked
Clara Bennett“I don’t want this night to end yet,” Ryder said quietly as the car pulled away from the gala. His arm was still around my shoulders, holding me close in the back seat. The city lights flashed across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the way his eyes kept flicking t
Clara BennettI sat there on the edge of the bed, still holding Ryder’s hand, my mind spinning in a thousand directions. The confession about him being an alpha werewolf should have sent me screaming out the door, but instead I felt this strange mix of fear and connection. He looked so raw sitting
Clara Bennett“You really know how to make a girl feel special,” I said softly as Ryder guided me off the dance floor toward a quieter corner of the ballroom. My feet were starting to ache in my heels, but I didn’t mind. Not when he kept looking at me like that.Ryder chuckled and pulled out a chai







