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It’s not that I hate being the youngest of our pack. Sometimes, it even has its perks.But if I had been born before Leon, maybe I wouldn’t be constantly taking orders like I’m still a child.Damn age rank. Damn hierarchy that weighs heavier than any logic.Still, what I truly hate is not being able to choose. Because ever since I saw Natalia for the first time... I stopped belonging to myself.After watching her in silence alongside Roman and Leon, my mind no longer belongs to me.I’m obsessed with her. Damn it, I am. And how could I not be, if she’s our fated mate?She’s so beautiful, so delicate, so feminine, it’s almost unfair. It’s not just her body, though that alone is a brutal temptation.She’s the perfect contrast between softness and quiet strength. That hair… I had never seen such a natural color in this city. Everyone else tried to copy it with dyes. Not her.She was real fire. Temptation wrapped in skin. And I want her. We all do.Even though Pavel kept insisting she had r

I can't stop looking at her.The dim light in the apartment traces the soft lines of her face, her parted lips, her steady breathing.She’s not how we imagined her at first.She’s not fragile, but there’s something about her that awakens a fierce need in us—to protect her… and to claim her."She looks fucking gorgeous. Don’t you think, Zek?" I ask my inner wolf, who also can’t take his eyes off Natalia."I’d love for us to slip under those sheets and warm her up with our body," he replies with a grin. I know he’s joking, but there’s a sharp edge of truth in his voice.Roman watched my twin Sergei and I with disdain from the corner of the room."Relax. We can all read our minds and you’re thinking the same thing Roman" I say, turning toward him.His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t deny it. He also doesn’t reply."What the hell are you doing here?" he snaps, like he wasn’t the one who also broke into the apartment of the only woman who dared to reject us."If Natalia wakes up and sees us

My childhood taught me that survival depends on loyalty.The academy in Chicago taught me that discipline is everything.Pavel is our leader. Alexei, his shadow. And Leon and Sergei, are the youngest ones, who followed the path we carved without ever questioning it.And me... I was always the balance. The middle son. The invisible piece that kept the whole structure standing.I never needed to shine. Only to hold.Hold my brothers.Hold the order.Even though I always knew I didn’t fully belong, I never said it out loud.There was no point.We fulfilled our duty: to ensure the laws of our homeland were respected and that traitors in the United States received the punishment they deserved.We were enforcers. Instruments of balance.Nothing more.Until our mother enrolled us in the bonding program.And everything changed.Ever since Natalia rejected us last week, there's something I can't understand.She looked at us.She felt what we felt.The bond was there. Dormant. Vibrant. As wild

From the very first second Natalia stepped through the door, I knew.It wasn’t her face. Not the way she walked. Not even her voice.It was something deeper. Instinctive. Primal.Like something inside me woke up the moment it recognized her.She was our fated mate.The bond didn’t suggest itself… it demanded recognition. It ignited in my chest like a silent blaze—fierce and precise.And I couldn’t ignore it.Because Natalia wasn’t like the others. And I don’t say that just because of her beauty—though she had it. She was stunning. But there was more. Something you couldn’t explain.A different kind of energy. A light that didn’t blind, but revealed.A warmth that had never belonged to us.She was sunlight.And we... we had been forged in shadow.Her outfit was simple—a neutral-toned suit, flawless, discreet. As if designed not to draw attention. And yet, on her, it was impossible not to look.She approached the supervisor with ease. Her voice was steady, polite, confident. The woman g

Our beautiful nation was built on blood, frost, and secrets.A ruthless world disguised as progress, where only the strong survive—and the hidden rule from the shadows.The scarcity of women has turned desire into desperation, and order into chaos. Alliances fracture, clans go to war, and entire regions burn in the name of claiming what is rare. A woman is not just a partner—she is power. And power always comes at a price.Even mortals struggle to find one willing to stand by them. But for us—werewolves bound by ancient instinct—it is far worse. We don’t get to choose. We wait. For the one. The only one. The mate written into our blood by forces older than time. While mortals negotiate, seduce, or compromise, we can only endure the silence and hope that fate hasn’t forgotten us.Alaska is a frozen hell for anyone not born in its depths. But for Alexei, Roman, Leon, Sergei, and me, it is the land that forged us. There, the wind doesn’t just slice the skin—it teaches. There is no greate

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget.It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound.I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.And in this world, women are a statistical anomaly. For every hundred men, there's barely one of us. One in a hundred. Under these conditions, love isn’t romantic—it’s strategic. The scarcity of women turned our bodies into resources, our wombs into genetic property.Men gather in clans of three to five to earn the right to share a single woman, yet not all can afford it. Not all have the power, the status, or the bloodline to compete.It’s nothing like Texas. Life there was predictable, b