Chapter: chapter 67: facing Jason in prisonThe cage had grown colder than it had been before. I could feel the chill crawling under my skin, wrapping around my bones, and the iron biting into my fingers every time I touched the bars. Hours had passed—or maybe it had been days. Time had lost its meaning inside this dark, silent place. My stomach grumbled faintly, but I did not care. Hunger was small compared to the weight pressing on my chest. My thoughts would not leave Jason.I had survived so much. I had faced death countless times, survived my uncle Leon’s cruelty, and I had claimed my place as Alpha of Silver Claw. I had stood over enemies, burned rituals, survived Red Moon nights, and yet here I was—caged again, powerless in the hands of someone who wanted to see me broken.And still, my mind kept returning to him. Jason. My former mate, my heart, my storm and calm in one. I could still feel the warmth of his hands, the thunder of his voice, the way he had looked at me with confusion, with something more that even he coul
Última actualización: 2026-01-14
Chapter: chapter 66: The man who claimed my power Cold.That was the first thing I felt.Cold iron under my fingers. Cold stone under my feet. Cold air crawling over my skin like it hated me.I opened my eyes slowly.Bars.Iron bars.A cage.My heart dropped so fast it felt like it shattered inside my chest.“No… no, no, no…” I whispered.I pushed myself up and grabbed the bars. They were real. Solid. Cold.“Ahh… not again,” I breathed. “Not again…”My voice shook. My hands shook. My whole body felt weak, like the strength had been drained out of me while I slept.It hadn’t been that long.It hadn’t been that long since I escaped my uncle.Alpha Leon.The man who called himself my guardian but treated me like a tool. Like an object. Like a sacrifice waiting for the right night to die.I had survived him.I had survived the chains.The altar.The pain.So why was I here again?Why did fate keep dragging me back into cages?I slid down until my ba
Última actualización: 2026-01-13
Chapter: chapter 65: All I did was love youJason stared at me for a long time.Not like an Alpha looking at an enemy.Not like a man looking at prey.He stared like someone trying to remember a dream after waking up.His red eyes slowly dimmed, turning darker, confused. His hands were shaking. His chest rose and fell hard, like breathing hurt him.“I don’t know who you are,” he finally said.His voice was low. Broken.“I don’t know if what you’re saying is true,” he continued. “But tell me this…”He looked straight at me.“Why can’t I hurt you?” he asked. “What have you done to me?”The words cut deep.I swallowed, my throat tight.I stood slowly, even though my legs were weak. The ground was still cracked beneath my feet from the Blood Prophet’s magic. Smoke and dust hung in the air. My pack was frozen behind me. His army stood in a dark circle around us.And still, all I could see was Jason.“I didn’t do anything,” I said softly.My voice trembled, but I did not look away.“I didn’t cast a spell. I didn’t take your memories.
Última actualización: 2026-01-12
Chapter: chapter 64: because you are my mateJason’s hands closed around me.They were strong.Too strong.He lifted me from the ground like I weighed nothing. My feet dangled in the air. The world tilted, and the sky above the battlefield spun.His eyes were red.Not angry red.Empty red.Blood-hungry red.I could feel it.He was not fully here.My warriors screamed.“Alpha!”Rowan shifted first. His wolf burst forward, huge and fast. Brik followed. Then Taro. Then more of them. They ran at Jason to save me.Before they could reach us, the Blood Prophet slammed his staff into the ground.The earth shook.Dark power spread like smoke.My warriors were thrown back like broken dolls. Some hit the ground hard. Some cried out in pain. Others could not move at all.“Insects,” the Blood Prophet said calmly.I screamed.“Leave them alone!”Jason did not look at them.He only looked at me.His grip tightened around my throat.I struggled to breathe.My hands weakly held his wrists, but it was useless.“So easy,” the Blood Prophet said.
Última actualización: 2026-01-11
Chapter: chapter 63: when the world turned against meThe silence did not last long.The Blood Prophet lifted his hands slowly, like a man about to pray. The air around him began to move. Not wind. Not sound. Something heavier.Jason was still standing in front of me.Protecting me.But the Prophet smiled.“Alpha Jason,” he said softly, “do you know who stands behind you?”Jason did not answer.“Do you know what she truly is?”I felt a cold fear crawl into my chest.“Stop,” I said.The Blood Prophet ignored me.“She is not a savior,” he continued, his voice smooth like poison. “She is a curse wearing a crown.”He raised his hands higher.Symbols appeared again, brighter this time. Red and black shapes twisting in the air, like living things.Jason stiffened.Then he dropped to his knees.The sound of it hit me harder than any blow.“Jason!” I shouted.He screamed.Not a roar.Not a growl.A scream filled with pain.He grabbed his head, his fingers d
Última actualización: 2026-01-10
Chapter: chapter 62: The line he wouldn't let me crossThe wind moved slowly between us.I stood alone in the open field, the space between two armies feeling too wide and too small at the same time. Behind me was Silver Claw. My home. My people. In front of me stood the Blood Moon Pack, their numbers dark and endless.The Blood Prophet stepped forward.Every step he took made the ground feel colder.He lifted his hood just enough for me to see part of his face. His skin looked old. Not wrinkled—old in a deeper way. Like time itself had passed through him and left marks behind. His eyes were dark red, not glowing, but deep, like blood left too long in the dark.“So,” he said calmly, his voice smooth and heavy, “the Red Moon Alpha offers herself.”I did not bow.I did not step back.“Yes,” I said. “That is why you are here.”He smiled slightly. “You misunderstand.”My fingers curled at my side.“We did not come only for you,” he continued. “We came for your pack as well.”A sharp sound of anger rose behind me. I felt it—my warriors shiftin
Última actualización: 2026-01-10
The Seduction Contract
"Do you want me to stop?" Darlington growled, his thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her with slow, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble.
"No," Freya moaned, legs wrapped tight around his waist, hips rocking desperately to take him deeper. "God, no... harder."
She was supposed to seduce him. Spy on him. Steal his secrets to save her dying mother.
But the city's most ruthless billionaire, Darlington Knight, saw right through her from the moment she walked into his world.
Now he's the one claiming her—pinning her against silk sheets, against cold glass walls, in the dark heat of his penthouse—fucking her senseless until she forgets her mission, forgets her lies, forgets everything but the way he owns her body.
Every touch is dangerous. Every kiss a threat.
He knows she's hiding something... and he's going to make her beg to confess—on her knees, breathless, dripping for him.
Freya came to betray him.
Instead, she's falling—hard, fast, and filthy—into a passion that could ruin them both. Even though Darlington might have his secrets, will he still see her the same way after finding out she was just a spy sent to seduce him?"
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Chapter: chapter 56me immediately. Understand?” Freya felt angry and playful at the same time. She smiled a little — but not a happy smile. In a mocking voice she said, “Okay, Mr. Protector.” Darlington heard her words. His face did not change. He just ignored her. He walked out of the office quickly and closed the door behind him. The room felt empty and quiet after he left. Freya kept working. She finished sorting all the files on the table. Then she remembered something. Darlington had told her earlier about an important file in the safe. She needed to find it and put it with the others. She stood up. She looked around the office. First, she checked the shelves. Nothing. Then she checked the cabinets. Still nothing. She started to feel worried. Where could it be? Finally, she went to his big desk. She opened the drawers one by one. She moved some pens and papers aside. Still no file. She got down on her knees. She looked under the desk. Maybe it fell there. She crawled a little under the desk to
Última actualización: 2026-01-29
Chapter: chapter 6"Who are you, and how the fuck did you get into my house?" Michael asked, his voice trembling even though he was trying to sound tough. He glared at the tall stranger standing in his living room, but as Darlington took a step closer, Michael’s bravado started to melt. "I said... leave her alone," Darlington repeated. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deadly weight that made the air in the small room feel freezing. Michael scoffed, trying to hide his fear behind a fake smile. He let go of Freya’s arm and turned fully toward Darlington. "You’re in my house commanding me? Maybe you should show some respect. This is my home." "The only respect you should show here is to her," Darlington replied. He reached out, his large hand finding Freya’s waist and pulling her firmly against his side. The warmth of his body made Freya’s heart skip a beat, but she knew she had to play her part. Freya looked up at Michael, her eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and triumph. "Well, Michael, you ar
Última actualización: 2026-01-19
Chapter: chapter 36The air in the car turned freezing the moment the guard spoke. Darlington didn't panic; instead, he became deathly still. It was like his soul had left his body and been replaced by a cold, calculating machine. "Are the rest of the men still intact?" Darlington asked. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made the guard shiver. "Yes, sir," the guard replied, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But only five of our elite guards are in the meeting hall right now. The members of the inner circle are starting to panic. They’re scared, sir. The enemies have become much more serious and harsh. They didn't just scout the area—they came to kill." Darlington didn't hesitate. He stepped out of the car, his movements sharp and fast. He leaned back into the window to look at Freya. "Stay here," he ordered. "The glass is bulletproof. Lock the doors from the inside and do not open them for anyone but me or Kelvin. You’ll be safe here." Before Freya could even argue, he slammed the door and wa
Última actualización: 2026-01-19
Chapter: chapter 5 The ride to Darlington Knight’s mansion felt unreal. The car was quiet, smooth, and dark enough inside that I could almost pretend none of this was happening. Outside, the city lights moved past like falling stars, each one sharp and far away, like a world I used to belong to. I kept my hands locked together on my lap. Every few minutes, when I remembered that the hospital really had received five million dollars… my chest tightened again. I tried not to think about it too deeply, because every time I did, something inside me bent sharply—like a branch carrying too much snow. Darlington sat on the other side of the backseat. He wasn’t looking at me. He was reading something on a tablet, expression calm. He didn’t speak. He didn’t ask questions. His silence wasn’t awkward—just controlled. I wasn’t used to people who didn’t fill silence with words. I wasn’t used to quiet at all. The driver spoke for the first time when the gates appeared. “Sir, we’re here.” I lifted my head.
Última actualización: 2025-12-04
Chapter: chapter 4 The elevator doors opened into a quiet hallway, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The casino noise faded behind us, replaced by soft lights, a clean scent, and silence so deep it almost echoed. Darlington stepped out first, calm and steady, as if nothing unusual was happening. “Come,” he said gently. “We’re only talking.” Only talking. But my heart thudded like it was trying to escape. I followed him into a wide penthouse living room. Everything inside looked expensive but simple. Dark walls. Soft gold light. Huge windows that showed the city glowing below. It felt like stepping into another world—one far away from debts, fear, and hospital calls. Darlington stopped near a low table. “Sit. You’re shaking.” I didn’t even realize I was until I looked down and saw my fingers trembling around my bag. I sat slowly, keeping my eyes low. He brought me water and placed it in front of me without a word. I didn’t touch it. I felt like any wrong move might break somethin
Última actualización: 2025-12-04
Chapter: chapter 3He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t move quickly. He just stood there — tall, calm, impossibly unreadable. But his eyes… They were the kind of eyes that could walk straight into your thoughts without knocking. Grant slowly stood up behind me. “Mr. Knight,” he said with a thin smile that looked like it was stitched onto his face. “What a surprise.” Darlington didn’t look at him. He only watched me. One long, quiet stare that stripped away every lie I could ever think of. My heart slammed inside my chest so hard it hurt. Finally, he spoke. His voice was deep and smooth, but cold — like someone speaking from far away. “Why,” he asked quietly, “is my name inside that folder?” The room felt too small. The air too tight. My breath too short. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My throat felt locked shut. Grant stepped forward quickly, trying to control the moment. “This is a misunderstanding—” Darlington raised one hand. Just one. And Grant fell silent immediately.
Última actualización: 2025-12-04
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