Bound by secrets, Broken by love
She was ruined in a single night. Now she’s back—with a new name, a hidden past, and a score to settle.
After a betrayal that destroyed her future and shattered her reputation, Astrid arrives at an elite warrior academy across the ocean—unrecognizable, untouchable. No one knows who she really is… not even the cold, unreadable combat instructor whose rejection once broke her.
He calls her Mouse. Pushes her. Watches her.
But his wolf knows.
As sparks ignite beneath blood, secrets, and silver, enemies close in from every side. A jealous rival, a missing heir, and a dark conspiracy that’s been waiting to strike.
She wanted revenge.
She didn’t expect to fall for him again.
And this time, loving him might cost her everything.
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Chapter: THE DEVIL'S PROPOSAL VALERIA My mother always said I was a trouble magnet. She was right. If she wasn't why on earth am I kissing a total stranger without zero abandonment? I might be on the brink of living on the streets but that doesn't mean I wasn't trained better. I don't know how we managed to leave the club when neither of us could take our hands off each other but we made it to his Mercedes where I performed a much needed handjob. " You have a beautiful home," I murmur admiring a nude sculpture of a woman in the middle of the hallway. Dante doesn't reply right away , instead he comes behind me, his hard length poking my butt. His big hands wrap around my waist, he pulls me closer and what ever sassy sentence I had in mind dies. Hot breath snakes over my neck and I let out a small whimper. Dante's hand move over the slope of my shoulders, feathery strokes brushing my bare skin. I throw my head backward, grabbing a fist full of his hair as my lips part in a silent gasp. " Surely we're not goin
Last Updated: 2025-10-23
Chapter: THE WOMAN IN BLACK DANTEThe club is filled like any other Friday night, but my mind, as always, is somewhere else. That sucks big time since I came here to distract myself.There's a full glass of gin and tonic before me. I swirl it lazily. Booze has always kept me afloat. After a kill, I take a glass or two. A deal gone wrong? Same. Today it doesn't touch the edge of my nerves. Maybe it's the feds snooping, or maybe it's my sworn rival, Nacho Belluci, who has pinned an assassination on me..."What the hell, Romano? Don't tell me you've got your head still wrapped around that shit," Alejandro yells, his hands clamped on my shoulder. "We came for premium pussy, and we're getting it. You feel me?""Speak for yourself," I mutter, shrugging him off. My gaze sweeps the room-always scanning."We had a plan, bro. Blonde with Kim K curves, nice tits," Alejandro continues. I roll my eyes. "C'mon, bro. If you're going to jail, the least you can do is have a little fun," he snickers.That shit he said is probably
Last Updated: 2025-10-23
Chapter: chapter thirty-five Astrid Run. I don’t know where exactly I’m headed; all I know is that I have to get away from Aiden as fast as I can. But even this distance doesn’t feel wide enough. Nowhere feels far enough. No direction feels safe enough from him. Thankfully, the silver light from the moon helps me navigate my way as I push open the hallway doors to Mooncrest’s non-academic block. A squeaky sound follows before it snaps shut. Long shadows dance across the empty space, my breath loud and uneven as it permeates the silence. Sneakers squeak against the tiled floors as I come to a halt. My hands are pressed against my knees, copper curls dangling from my head while I pant. Aiden’s scent, slightly mild but close, is enough to alert me of the fact that he’s closing in real quick. His scent clings to the air, sharp and heady like firewood and dark spice, dragging behind me like a warning. Or a promise. I don’t know which is worse. Every nerve in my body is on alert. Damn! This is fucked up. Why d
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: chapter thirty-fourAidenShit. Shit. Shit.One minute I’m searching the crowd for Astrid, the next Hailey’s hands are pressed against my cheeks and I’m being kissed.I should have stopped Hails, probably even not kissed Astrid too—I scoff mid-thought, a dry chuckle rumbling through my chest. Who am I kidding? I’d steal those lips a hundred times over, and still crave more.But...As for Hailey… I guess we’ll have one of those serious conversations later. Because whatever game she’s playing? I’m not being her fucking pawn. The last one didn’t end well—won’t this time either.I wasn’t expecting her to do that. Yeah, Hailey and I have a thing, but PDA isn’t something we do, not our strong suit either. Judging by the glint in her eyes, I could tell it was more to piss me—and her target audience—off than anything.Now Astrid’s going to think I’m just another arsehole. Maybe I am—but not that kind.Normally, I go through girls like cigarettes—light one up, burn it out, and move on without a thought. One night
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: chapter thirty-three Astrid “I’m heading off to bed,” I text Eva. Three bubbles hover beside her name immediately. My phone pings afterward. Eva: Something’s up. Do you need me to come along?” Me: My back hurts like hell, think I’ve played enough of my ‘honorarium role'. The bubbles hover for a while then stop. With a sigh, I rise up, about to leave when I catch her staring at me. Normally I’d do anything to throw off the tension but right now I’m too tired to care. I look away. “Goodnight.” My voice drops to a raspy sound as I whisper to Harry. His fingers curl around mine but I gently pull them away. “I’ll walk you back then,” Harry offers. “No.” I say firmly. His eyes widen slightly and I turn around before he sees how foggy my eyes are, the torn fragile demeanor threatening to break me. My steps are fast, way too fast. The kind of fast you walk when you’re about to break and you want to make sure you don’t do it in front of anyone. I can feel their stares burn into my back, those o
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: chapter thirty-twoAstridNervous doesn't even cut it when it comes to describing my situation. My hands are stretched towards the warmth of the flames, but it does very little to calm me. If anything, it only makes me more aware of how tight my chest is in that way that makes you think it's about to burst, each beat louder than the last.Eva's voice drones beside me, my gaze fixed lazily on red, blue, and golden hues swirling together. I trace the center of my lips vertically, and I feel my cheeks heat up.My eyes shut, the feel of his lips replaying in my head. Warm, seductive, and sinfully delicious in its own right. My breath catches in my throat, thighs pressed together as I grip my chair harder.“Goddess...” I sigh lazily.The weight of his body against mine; a beautiful frame of hard, rigid muscles, one that both intimidated and tempted me. The strength of his grip... I shut my eyes tighter. Only the goddess knows what those hands are capable of—“Astrid.” Eva's voice cuts into my imagination as
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: ROUND ONE VALERIAYeah, I lied. Obviously. But I was genuinely hyped about the whole store hunting... past tense—I was excited till I had to inspect eight stores, none of which fit into my perfect Elle Woods meets Sophia Vergara aesthetic.Trust me, it's hard to settle for less when you've had a certain idea ingrained into your brain for years. Every single spot had something wrong with them and I just knew I couldn't picture myself serving coffee in any of those sad, dusty little buildings. By the ninth store, I was bracing for another round of disappointment, but it turned out perfect. Too perfect.I mean, why else would it be across from Matteo's office? Cute coincidence, right? I know, I thought the same when I suggested a popular café to meet with my interior designer only to find out it's also a few streets away from Matteo's home. God really loves arranging my steps like Pinterest boards.Which is why I'm parked across from my new store, in one of Dante's Mercedes, munching on a double c
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Chapter: THE ONE WHERE CRYING BECOMES A STRATEGY VALERIADiego won’t stop calling. Every time he does, he makes me swear I’m not about to do something crazy, and every time I swear I won’t. And I won’t. Something crazy would be storming straight to them with no plan, killing them, and ending up in handcuffs. I’m not stupid. A bit crazy, sure—but definitely not stupid.I don’t think Diego believes me, though. Not completely. He’s still dragging his feet on sending the rest of their information, but eventually he’s going to run out of excuses.My eyes drift lazily over my laptop screen as I read about Matteo. Turns out he’s in the same city as me. He lives in one of those fancy, schmancy suburb bungalows in Rosehill; three kids, a wife—basically a dealer who hides behind a construction company. I wrinkle my nose at his picture: clean-cut suit, a haircut trying to disguise a receding hairline, and that billion-dollar “I’m a relatable businessman” smile. My stomach turns. I shut off the screen.Fucking rapist.That’s enough research for
Last Updated: 2025-11-17
Chapter: THE FOURTH MAN WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL VIOLENCE, RAPE, ASSAULT, MURDER, TRAUMA, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND REVENGE THEMES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.VALERIAAs a little girl, I dreamed big—actress, a pop star, designer maybe or a model... basically anything that would slap my face on Vogue and of course lots of paparazzi attention.Well, here I am... margarita in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling—when I see a picture of me and Dante on the Daily Mail. My lips curl at the headline; Blue Cyber CEO spotted with new lover. New lover, alright.I take a sip of my drink, grinning in satisfaction, then proceed to go through the pictures, analyzing which ones captured my best angles. Shots of other attendees pop up too, most faces I don't recognize, all except Alex—or do I call her Alessio? She has on one of those Barbie smiles that does a good job hiding her vile personality, blonde waves fall over shoulders, not a single strand out of place... the typical nepo baby who thinks she's A
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: CROSSED LINES DANTEI leave the house earlier than usual. Work’s one reason. The bigger one? Staying in the same space as Valeria after last night is… distracting. Annoyingly distracting.The drive is quiet. Calm. Exactly how I like my mornings.But her voice keeps sliding back into my head—her laugh, her dumb jokes, that ridiculous “thanks for all the orgasms” line she tossed out like she was talking about the weather.Most women cling after sex. I’m used to it. They hover, get soft-eyed, start asking all the wrong questions—one of the many reasons I don’t do commitment.But Valeria? No. She jokes. She eats her breakfast like nothing happened, teases me like nothing has changed.And that should make things easier. Really, yet it doesn't.I pinch the bridge of my nose lightly as the car comes to a halt, the door opens, and I step out. The image of her from this morning flicks through my fucking thoughts. Again—messy blonde curls, swollen lips, wearing my T-shirt like she owned it. And all I could t
Last Updated: 2025-11-15
Chapter: VALENTINO & FLORAVALERIAAfter three rounds of sex, your body tends to remind you that you're only human. I don't think I've ever felt this stretched–like my body still remembers Dante. I turn to my side slow and careful not to wake him up.Dark waves fan his pillow, chest rising and falling with each breath. A small smile tugs my lips as last night comes rushing back... Dante is like a fucking energy drink, and his libido is, oh my God. It's a wonder he still had the strength to clean us up– I was fucking exhausted.My back and hips ache when I stand. The swollen ache between my legs makes me hobble; I silently promise myself to tone it down next time.After freshening up, I head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I could get revenge, but since I'm in such a good mood, I stick to a traditional meal of butter-toasted corn cakes with cheese and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and scallions. Perfect for two people with a huge appetite.Coffee comes next, Cafe Colombiano–strong black coffee, brewed slow.
Last Updated: 2025-11-09
Chapter: LET ME FALLVALERIAFucked up.It's always been like this. Things get good, then bad. Every damn time. A fucked up carnival with a looney at the wheel. And each time I walk out stronger, fiercer... at least that's what I tell myself—with a smile plastered on like a mask.I shut the door and rest my forehead against it for one long, shaking breath."Breathe in." I inhale deeply. "Breathe out. Don't let them see your weakness."Then slump into my bed about to let out a scream when my door clicks open. Shit. I forgot to lock it."You lost," Dante says, smirking as he rubs his palms together. "How does that feel, Valeria?""Well, I was kind of looking forward to it, so I don't really mind." I shrug, pulling myself up. A flicker of amusement lights his eyes, lips curling in that slow, wicked smirk.I cross my arms, raising my chin. "Lemme guess... you cheated?"Dante shrugs, as casual as ever, closing the distance."Me?" He taps his chest, all fake innocence. "All I did was add a little spice to your
Last Updated: 2025-11-08
A Summer's Coincidence With The Alpha CEO
Mexico gave her sun, tequila, and a man who kissed like a secret.
L.A. gave her his twin-and a migraine.
Jannah Cole wasn't supposed to fall for anyone on vacation. But then Ethan Hunt happened-dark eyes, cryptic smirks, and the kind of kiss that makes your brain short-circuit. He vanished before sunrise, and she told herself it was a one-time thing.
Until she walked back into work and saw him again. Same jawline. Same voice. Same tattoo.
Totally different name.
Now he's Aaron Steele, her very polished CEO, and apparently? He's never seen her before in his life.
Then there's Clinton Steele-his charming twin and self-declared Mexico mystery man. Sweet, attentive, and just confusing enough to make her question everything. After all, how many brooding, emotionally unavailable doppelgängers can one girl trip over in a single summer?
And the real question:
What if she didn't mistake one brother for the other?
What if she didn't mistake anything at all?
Two brothers.
One ghost of a kiss.
And a truth wrapped in too many lies to count.
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Chapter: Founders are Keepers Aaron's POV Being an alpha and running a multi-billion-dollar empire sharpens your instincts in ways most people can't understand. Every step I take, my senses are tuned-every footfall, every breath, every shift in the air doesn't go unnoticed. It's like having a sixth sense that just gets stronger with time. Even now, I can hear human movement down the hallway, pick up fragments of muffled conversation from across the damn floor. The tiniest whispers. Like the way Jannah says "Aaron fucking Steele" when she thinks I'm out of earshot-usually to that friend of hers, Kaitlyn. The memory slips in, uninvited, and before I realize it, I'm smirking-no, grinning like a fool. I jam my hands in my pockets and pivot left, my footsteps echoing down the corridor. She's a damn wildfire, and I doubt she even realizes it. The memory of her from that last meeting flashes across my mind. Her full lips parted, subtly rolling her eyes at me in that infuriating, fiery way she does like she was b
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
Chapter: Take the bully by its hornsJannah"No need to meet. Just email your section."I reread the email Aaron sent me, still unsure of what to make of his sudden change of mind. I mean, we were supposed to discuss my tech expansion proposal face-to-face, and now he was sending this– this non-explanatory email?"Umm, are you still there, Jan?" Kait waves a hand in my face, and I push it aside."I think I hate the Steele's," I hiss, still glaring at the root of my anger."Let's see." Kaitlyn tilts my laptop to face her and reads the mail, her lips slowly twisting into an angry pout."What the hell?" Her voice is louder, blue eyes glinting with unspoken anger. "You can say that one more time," I murmur dryly, my head resting on my curled fingers. I can't even bring myself to say more because I'm on the verge of bursting into tears. I can already feel the warm liquid settling in my tear ducts, so I blink hard.I'm not going to fucking cry. No.I don't expect him to explain anything to me exactly, but this... this is bel
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
Chapter: Hmmm...Remind me why I agreed to go on a date with Clinton Steele? He dumped me in Mexico—and by my standards, he’s an A-grade loser—but somehow, I said yes. I agreed to hear whatever low-effort apology he’s willing to toss my way.What was I thinking?By the time I realized what was going on, it was too late—actually, I found out two hours ago when he texted to remind me I still hadn’t picked a venue. My eyes were glued to my phone for close to five minutes, in silence, mouth agape. You get the picture.As the opportunist I can be—and in my own form of revenge—I picked the most booked and expensive Thai restaurant in town. Kait and I have been trying for months to get a reservation there. That’ll give him something to work about, even though I’m sure one call from him will do the trick, and the bill won’t leave him nearly as regretful as I want. Still, it’s something.If he hadn’t been such a liar, I might’ve put more effort into my appearance. But I don’t—partly because there’s barely any
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
Chapter: Hide and SeekAaronI tug my tie loose, slide it off, and let it fall to the floor. My fingers move to the cuffs of my shirt-unbutton, unfold, roll. Turns out, being a hybrid doesn't make you immune to exhaustion. And right now, I'm dead on my feet.A few twists and stretches later, the familiar pop of joints echoes through the room. I let out a low grunt and finish stripping down, briefs the only thing left on me.There's a half-full bottle of scotch on the nightstand-one of several I keep around for nights like this. But tonight, even that doesn't appeal. And that says a lot.Funny how the things that used to help don't even register anymore. Then again, strange isn't exactly new to me.Take the missing funds, for instance. We still haven't traced the account siphoning money from both the pack treasury and the company. Every day, it's something new-small, easy to miss, but consistent enough to be intentional. Someone's playing the long game. Someone close.Then there's the girl. Seven years old.
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
Chapter: When the line gets blurry ClintonJannah’s gaze holds me in place. It's intense—too intense—and for someone who's lived through centuries and outrun death more times than I can count, it's unsettling. I’m a hybrid, for fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t be this thrown by a human.I lick my bottom lip and lift my chin to meet her eyes. It's official—I’m in deep. My brother’s lucky he bailed before this mess caught up to him.“Jannah,” I say, and my voice comes out rougher than intended. My Adam’s apple jerks as I swallow. “I know I’m probably the biggest asshole you’ve met—and I’m okay with that. For now.”I rub the bridge of my nose . I shouldn't be asking her for anything. Not after how I’ve handled things. But here I am, hoping for some kind of redemption.She watches me with that look. The kind that says I have about five seconds before she mentally checks out. I’ve seen it before. I’ve studied humans long enough to recognize disinterest when it’s brewing. And yet here I go, walking right into it.“I want to take you
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
Chapter: Is it now?Clinton's POV"You fucking bastard." The words hit me like trash hurled through the air.Perfect. Just what I need after a twelve-hour day and a migraine grinding behind my eyes.I stop. Not because I'm scared-though judging by the firestorm coming off her, maybe I should be-but because I feel that familiar snap down my spine. The fuck, not again kind.Her voice slices through the air, and when I turn, she's already charging. A one-woman army with light green eyes that cut like glass. Her chest heaves like she ran here powered by fury alone. Fists tight. Jaw clenched. Ready to throw down.And all I can think is: What the hell did Aaron do this time?Because I know this isn't about me. It never is.But I'm the one standing here.Always am.When she starts in, it's like a dam bursting. I brace for impact. Her words come fast and cracked, like they've been bottling up inside her for weeks-maybe months. Mexico. Dinner. Being ghosted. Lied to. Her voice trembles, but not from sadness. This
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
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