Claimed by the wolves.
Blurb.
Julliette Mercer swore she would never risk her career for a man. As the new sports therapist for the NHL’s most ruthless team, the Blackridge Wolves, she expects bruises, injuries, and egos the size of the rink. What she doesn’t expect is the way every star player looks at her—hungry, feral, as if she’s already theirs.
The Wolves’ captain, Bryan Maddox, is ice and fire, dominance carved into muscle. His touch burns, his stare strips her bare, and his warning is clear: stay away, or you’ll regret it. But Bryan isn’t the only one circling. His teammates stalk her with the same dark intensity, each one determined to claim what instinct says belongs to them.
They tell her it’s fate. She calls it madness. Yet every stolen glance, every forbidden touch, pulls her deeper into their world. A world of secrets, violence, and hunger that has nothing to do with the game. And when a rival Alpha decides to take her for himself, Julliette learns the truth: the Blackridge Wolves aren’t just men. They are predators. And the most dangerous thing she can do is love them back.
Julliete is caught between ruin and ecstasy. To resist them is impossible. To surrender might cost her everything.
Ler
Chapter: Chapter 149 — The Morning After.Juliette’s POV: The first light came quietly. Soft, hesitant, brushing across the treetops like a whisper. The world smelled of damp earth, pine, and something else.. freedom.I opened my eyes slowly. For the first time in what felt like lifetimes, I didn’t feel the weight of the land pressing through me. The Warrior still hummed beneath my ribs, a gentle pulse, like a heartbeat finally at rest.The chamber was gone. The spiral of sigils, the stone walls, the witnesses… all had faded into the forest itself. Roots peeked through cracks, moss softened every edge, and sunlight poured through the canopy in golden threads, catching dust motes that danced like embers suspended in air.Bryan knelt beside me, his hand warm against mine. “You… you really did it,” he whispered, awe threaded through exhaustion.Liora was laughing softly, tears slipping down her cheeks, catching in the morning light. She hugged me so tight I could barely breathe. “You brought it back. You..” she stopped, shaking
Última atualização: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Chapter 148 — The Dawn of Blackridge.Juliette’s POV:The ground beneath me opened, a black, empty void. The sigils spun in furious patterns around the void, slicing the air with light that burned without warmth. The presence of the land pressed in from all sides, patient, absolute, like a tide of centuries waiting to erase me.“You are an error,” it said. A voice older than Rowan, older than Lucien, older than the first wolf to ever claim Blackridge. It did not care for identity, for memory, for love. It cared only for order.I could feel the Warrior tighten inside me, holding, shielding, bracing. My own voice had no power here. My mind, my flesh, my soul — the land ignored them all. It wanted only the axis to submit, to be remade, to become function, tool, structure.I had a choice: let it take me… or fight.I clawed inward. Not outward, not at the land, but at myself. I pulled at every shred of memory, every thread of attachment. Faces. Names. Pain. Love. Loss. History. Joy. Fear. Identity. I wrapped them around my s
Última atualização: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Chapter 147 - The Severing.Juliette’s POV:The White did not fade.It merely collapsed into structure.Into geometrical lines..Into pressure and pattern and shape and design.My body no longer felt like a body or like it was even mine.It felt like something the land referenced instead of touched.The sigil burned right through my chest, but it wasn’t heat, or even pain, it felt more definitive. Like my existence was being rewritten in a language older than anything I’d ever came across. My heartbeat desynced from time.I could feel Blackridge.Not emotionally or spiritually like before.More geographically.. does that even make sense?Every root.Every ward.Every boundary line.Every stone.Every vein of iron.Every ripple of water.Every fault line.Every old burial.Every oath-mark.Every death-site.Every blood-soaked ritual ground.All of it, anchored right to me.Not connected.Referenced.Like I had become a fixed point the land organized itself around.The Warrior screamed.Not in agony, in the fear
Última atualização: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Chapter 146 — The Price of Being Chosen.Juliette’s POV:The voice did not echo.It inhabited the chamber.It filled the stone, the sigils, the spiral beneath our feet, the air in our lungs. It did not come from above or below — it came from everywhere at once, like the land itself had learned how to speak.“Fulcrum… you stand where none were meant to.”The words were not sound.They were pressure.Meaning.Command without force.Truth without mercy.The sigil beneath my feet burned hotter, white light searing into the stone, into the air, into my senses. The power wrapping my body tightened—not restraining me, not harming me, but claiming alignment. Like gravity deciding I was its center.The witnesses staggered.Some fell to one knee.Some simply vanished, their spectral forms dissolving like mist under heat, as if they were never meant to witness what came next.Cassian didn’t move.Not forward.Not back.Not even in fear.He went still in a way that felt wrong — like a predator realizing the forest had stopped responding
Última atualização: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Chapter 145 — The World That Bows.Juliette’s POV:The Silence that followed wasn’t empty.It felt like pressure without sound.Like weight without form.It was the space between heartbeats when the world forgets how to move.The chamber held its breath.Blackridge held its breath.Even the land beneath my feet.. ancient, endless, arrogant in its endurance.. hesitated.Not in fear though.In recognition.The black sigil beneath me burned hotter, carving deeper into the stone as if the earth itself were trying to memorize me. The lines were no longer symbols. They were pathways. Veins. Conduits. The circle no longer felt like a boundary.It felt like a throne.I did not want it.But I stood in it anyway.The Warrior lay motionless at my feet.Still.Silent.Gone, just gone.The word refused to settle in my mind. My thoughts kept circling it, sliding off it, rejecting it like a foreign body.Gone…No.Not gone.Taken.The distinction mattered very much.The presence beneath the land shifted again vast, old, coiled deep i
Última atualização: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Chapter 144 — The Price That Answers.Juliette’s POV:The sound that followed was more a tear than an explosion.A low, dragging sound—like the world itself being pulled apart seam by seam. Stone screamed. Not cracked. Screamed. The chamber lurched violently, pitching me forward as the floor beneath us buckled and realigned, spirals distorting into jagged, uneven angles that no longer obeyed any symmetry I recognized.Blackridge was done waitingIt was finally reacting.I braced myself over the Warrior’s body instinctively, shielding him with my own as the ceiling shed dust and shards of stone. Something sharp grazed my shoulder; pain flared hot and immediate, but I barely registered it.My focus tunneled.Him.His breath was growing shallower. Each inhale sounded like it was being dragged through broken glass.“No,” I whispered. “No, stay with me. Please.”“Juliette.”His voice barely reached me this time. The thread between us..once a vast, unbreakable conduit.. had thinned some much it had become something fragile and
Última atualização: 2026-01-29
Chapter: Chapter 123 — Familiar warmth.“Kaid,” I let out a soft gasp. “What are you doing here?” My voice was groggy, but sharp enough to cut through the silence. He didn’t flinch, but I noticed the way his jaw clenched and unclenched like he was struggling with what he wanted to say. His gaze was steady, almost desperate. “I came to ask you myself… if you truly want to divorce me.” I sat up straighter, the blanket falling from my shoulders. “You came here, at this hour, to ask me that? Kaid, it’s past midnight. Shouldn’t you be asleep by now or doing something, anything you would normally do? We have nothing to talk about. Just sign the papers so we can part ways.” Gods! What had gotten into him? This was his father’s house for Christ's sake! He couldn’t just come into my room at will. His jaw tightened, and before I could turn away, he interrupted, “So you can be with Alfred?” The words hit me like cold water. Sleep flew out the window. I scoffed, shaking my head. “Despite what you think, there is nothing going on b
Última atualização: 2026-02-20
Chapter: Chapter 122 — Hard Times.I thought I was getting over him. Truly, I did. For weeks, I had cried and soaked my pillows with tears. I had been depressed, even, and then I had picked myself up. There was no point hurting myself over and over again because of him. I mean, I was too broken with everything that had transpired between us, the pain, the toxic love. I felt drained, and my mind was a mess when Vivian returned, claiming she was pregnant. Even when we got to find out the truth from my father about her involvement in the death of Kaid’s mother and sister, and our plans to work together, I realized I kept slipping into the version of Kaid I knew. And I realized, I didn’t trust him. Yes, I did love him, but I couldn’t trust him, not his actions, nor his words. And when I decided on the divorce and threw myself into work and making new friends, I told myself that the ache was fading, that the sharp edges of memory were dulling, that I could breathe without feeling the weight of Kaid’s presence pressing agai
Última atualização: 2026-02-20
Chapter: Chapter 121 — A plea to let go.I knew the moment she shook her head that there was no turning back. Sage’s eyes didn’t waver, not even for a heartbeat, and her voice carried the kind of finality that left no room for argument. “There is nothing between us, Kaid,” she said, each word deliberate, like stones laid to build a wall. “I’m glad you’re finally getting what you always wanted. But I want peace. I’ve started a new life for myself.” Her hand pressed against the door, and before I could gather the courage to respond, she pushed it open. The sound of the hinges was louder than it should have been, echoing in my chest. She ignored me completely, stepping into the warm light of the house as though I were nothing more than a shadow clinging to the threshold. I stood there, half in the night, half in the glow spilling from inside, when Elizabeth’s voice rang out from the doorway. “Sage? Is that you? Are you back?” Sage’s tone softened when she answered, though it carried none of the warmth she once reserved for
Última atualização: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 120 — No place to run.No sooner had Vivian left the building did I finally put a call across to Parker. “She just left the premises. Do what you must.” I said with my voice sounding grave. I didn’t find relief even after confronting Vivian with her crimes. Instead, I felt worse. I recollected how I had thought I had gotten everything right and my revenge well thought out. To think that the culprit all along was right beside me. I imagined her laughing her head off at how gullible I was, how gullible we all were. Each of us playing according to her game. Anger surged through me, hot and fast. I swung my hand straight for the glass table before I could stop myself. It wasn’t enough for me any longer to find the truth; I was going to make her pay, and Parker was going to help me do just that. I figured sending her to prison now would not grant me any respite. Not after she had murdered members of my family. I was going to make her confess with Parker’s help. A loud gasp brought my mind back to my surroun
Última atualização: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 119 — Flight.Panic filled my lungs as I watched Kaid sit in silence, smoking quietly. The silence was deafening. It felt like a storm brewing. A few moments later, some two burly men walked into the house and marched up the stairs without saying a word. And before I could register what was going on, I heard loud noises. They appeared shortly after, and they were moving my luggage. My gaze snapped back to Kaid, who was seated calmly watching the whole scene unfold like a spectator. “Kaid, why are they moving my things already? It’s late. I know it's aid, I was going to move, but does it need to be tonight?” He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to say a word. I could feel the air thick with tension. There was more, I could feel it. “You’ve got the nerve, Vivian. You come into my home, ruin my marriage, bring a bastard for me to claim, switch DNA reports, murder someone—” he paused. “And you have the effrontery to talk to me like you have a say in my life? Who the hell do you think you are?” I gaspe
Última atualização: 2026-02-13
Chapter: Chapter 118 — Vivian’s loss.After Alfred and I exchanged contact, I stayed for a while waiting for my order. I had ordered some pastries to take home with me. My time was my own now. I still had to take a detour to the company to work on a few campaign plans I intended to carry out soon to put the company out there. As I stepped out onto the pavement, I felt light and unusually free. It was the best feeling I’ve had in a long time. My thoughts drifted to Doctor Alfred as I adjusted my handbag on my shoulder, thinking of how nice it was to talk to someone about life generally and interests. I hadn’t done that in a long time, and it felt good. I smiled, pleased that I had met him. I very much enjoyed our conversation, actually. A slow hum escaped my lips as a song popped in my head when a voice cut through the air—sharp, mocking, unmistakable. There was only one person I knew in my life who had that voice that always seemed to carry a sickening tone, enough to plummet and deflate any high mood. “Well, well, loo
Última atualização: 2026-02-13
FAZER LOGIN
