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She heard the door click open but it wasn't Nicolai. It was lucifer. Her eyes widened in fear as she got up from the bed. Lucifer walked towards her and she stepped back, her eyes started watering recollecting the event of this morning. She tried to run out of the room but lucifer catched her and locked her in his arms. "Shh... I am not going to hurt you, stop struggling..." She stilled hearing his angry voice. Even if he didn't wanted to hurt her, She wasn't ready to trust him. Lucifer let her go and started stripping, her heart started racing seeing that and she ran towards the door but it was locked. She tried to open it but couldn't. Her lips trembled as she felt his breath on her neck. "You can't escape from us, baby... Never..." He lifted her up walking towards the bed and she started struggling. Lucifer gently placed her on the bed and by now she was a crying mess. He was only in his trousers and that was not helping her either. ******** Three evil hybrids and one innocent mate. How is it going to work? But they clearly know that she is innocent but not weak...

Ruby Morgan was, in every way, an ordinary human. At twenty-six, she had never had a boyfriend, a date, or a first kiss. Throughout school, her crushes went unnoticed, perhaps due to her nerdy appearance or her tendency to blend in. She always chose studying over parties.​ Despite being a grown woman, she remained a virgin and was still intensely curious about sex. By day, she was the head technician at a top digital company; by night, she ran a small diner. Her quiet life was about to change with a single dare from her friend Whitney, who finally managed to drag her to a party one evening.​ Ethan Blackwood, a thirty-two-year-old Alpha, led the infamous Blood Moon Pack. He was a powerful figure in the werewolf world and a business magnate in the human realm, where he was seen as an unattainable aristocrat. To the world, he was a handsome, successful, and notorious bachelor, often at the center of a new scandal. He had been engaged three times, only to break it off each time, sometimes because the woman got too clingy, other times because he simply got bored and cheated. Women swarmed him, but Ethan had made a vow long ago: he would only settle with his fated mate.

It's the final round of this year's Pack Pup Tournament. I can't take my eyes off my pup, Patrick Grant, as he wins the title. When the host calls Patrick's parents onstage to celebrate, I leap up, thrilled. But then I see Nicholas Grant, my Alpha mate, walk up with his secretary, Natalia Lawson. They stand side by side under the spotlight, kissing Patrick on both cheeks. It's as if Natalia is the mother, as if she's the Luna of our pack, as if they're the perfect family. I can only stand there in the audience, feeling the weight of countless startled stares, too ashamed to lift my head. Later, Nicholas brushes the incident off. "You were seated farther back. It was easier to bring Natalia up on stage," he explains. Easier? I swallow the humiliation and force myself to believe it was just an unfortunate coincidence—until today, that is. I sense through our blood bond that something's wrong with Patrick, so I drop everything and race to the pack hospital. But when I arrive, Patrick is lying in Natalia's lap, whining to her in a soft voice. I step forward to introduce myself, but the healer only looks surprised. "The emergency contact form lists Natalia as his mom, though." It turns out Patrick himself had stripped me of my role as his mother. And Nicholas didn't stop him. I finally understand. I don't belong in this family anymore. That night, I tell Nicholas I want to dissolve the mate bond between us. He doesn't even look up as he says, "Don't be dramatic. You'd dissolve our bond over a single name on a form?" "Yes."

At a family dinner, Don Vincenzo’s new pet, a dancer named Ava, came for me. She puffed out her chest and slammed a ledger on the long table. “Vincenzo, I accuse her! Skimming from the family business, our club ‘The Siren’s Song.’ Betraying the family!” Every eye in the room turned on me, sharp as knives. But Vincenzo, my boss… his face went hard. I almost pitied the little dancer who’d crawled her way out of Brooklyn. The “family business” she was talking about? It was my private club. A gift from my father. I just lent it to Vincenzo when he was starting out, to give him a respectable front. I lent it to him for two years, and now it’s family property?

Four months pregnant. I was alone when a rival family came for me.. A searing pain tore through my stomach. I couldn't reach my husband, Don Lorenzo. His phone was off. I woke up in a sterile hospital bed. Three days had passed. And the baby... was gone. That’s when I heard the nurses gossiping. “Heard Don Lorenzo cleared out a block of Fifth Avenue for his mistress three days ago. Had his phone off so they wouldn't be disturbed.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my heart was empty. I gave up my career, my whole life, for him. The Don who promised me forever… he shattered that promise just days before our fifth anniversary. Back home, I dug out an old phone and made a call. A number I hadn't touched in five years. "The European tour you mentioned…" I said, my voice hollow. "I'm in. I can be ready in a week."

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.