Caged by a King
The kingdom of Valdris has survived a thousand years through blood and fear, ruled by kings who never flinched and never forgave. Corvin, the current ruler, is no different. He is beautiful in a dangerous way, undefeated in battle, and feared by every soul who speaks his name. He has never wanted anything he could not take. Until the spy.
On the eve of his coronation anniversary, a fox is discovered inside the inner palace. It shifts into a young man named Elowen, a shifter from the eastern wildlands who carries ancient magic and a smile sharp enough to cut. By every law, he should be executed. Instead, Corvin makes a shocking decision and claims the spy as his personal “pet,” a living trophy meant to remind the world of his power.
Elowen, however, did not end up in the palace by accident. He was sent to infiltrate Corvin’s court, earn the king’s trust, and destroy him from within. What he did not anticipate was the man beneath the crown. Corvin is the one person who sees through his lies, challenges him in unexpected ways, and becomes difficult to resist.
As influence shifts and their loyalties blur, desire turns into a weapon neither man can fully control. Corvin’s Crown Sight cannot read Elowen’s heart, and Elowen cannot decide whether the king is his target or greatest weakness.
War brews at the borders, treachery spreads within the palace walls, and their growing connection becomes the most dangerous secret in Valdris. If Corvin’s court uncovers the truth, he could lose his throne. If Elowen’s people discover his feelings for the man he was sent to kill, he may never escape alive. Their bond threatens the kingdom, and the decision they face could set Valdris on fire.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 33The visions began changing on the third night of shared chambers.Corvin woke to golden light burning behind his eyes, Crown Sight activating without his conscious will. It happened sometimes, when his mind was too restless to maintain the barriers that kept the magic contained. Usually, he saw fragments of possible futures. Court conspiracies forming. Border skirmishes escalating. A thousand small decisions branching into chaos.Tonight, he saw Elowen.The vision was different from any Crown Sight had shown him before. It was not blank, or void. Instead, Elowen's inner world opened like a book written in light and shadow.Corvin gasped, sitting upright in bed. Across the room, Elowen stirred but did not wake.Crown Sight showed him everything.He saw Elowen lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling. But Crown Sight peeled back the physical and revealed what lay beneath. Emotion, raw and overwhelming. Love so fierce it hurt to witness. Guilt coiled like a serpent around Elowen's heart
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Chapter: CHAPTER 32The decision came on day eight of their new arrangement.Elowen had settled into the rhythm of monitored freedom. Mornings in the library, reading histories he had never cared about before. Afternoons in the private gardens, walking prescribed paths under the watchful eyes of guards who pretended not to follow him. Evenings alone in his chamber, eating dinner in silence and watching the door for a visitor who never came.Corvin maintained the boundaries he had set with surgical precision. They saw each other during Theon's verification sessions, which had become exercises in clinical detachment. The mage would cast his truth spells, Elowen would answer questions about shifter movements, clan politics, and Corvin would sit in the corner taking notes like a scholar rather than a lover.They did not touch, allow their eyes to linger, or acknowledge the weight of everything unspoken between them.It was painful but sustainable. And then Tavris ruined it.Elowen was in the library when th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 31The Queen Dowager noticed everything.It was her gift, honed over forty years in a palace where survival depended on reading shifts in power before they became obvious. She noticed when servants whispered differently. When guards changed their patterns. When her son stopped meeting her eyes at breakfast.She especially noticed when the fox stopped appearing at Corvin's side.For weeks, Elowen had been a constant presence. In council meetings, though silent. At formal dinners, seated at Corvin's right hand. Walking the gardens in the early morning when the king needed to think. And then, suddenly, nothing. The fox vanished from public view like smoke dispersing on wind.The official explanation was injury. An attack, the rumors said. The creature had been wounded and was recovering in the royal wing. Simple, and believable enough.The Queen Dowager did not believe it for a moment.She sat in h
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Chapter: CHAPTER 30Three days passed before Corvin allowed serious conversation.Three days of Elowen healing in chambers that felt less like a cage and more like a holding pattern. Theon visited twice daily to check the wounds. Servants brought food that Elowen barely touched, and Corvin came and went on a schedule that felt deliberate, timed to avoid extended contact.They had not touched since that moment at the bedside, hands intertwined. Had not kissed since the desperate press of lips at dawn. The distance was intentional, careful, and it hurt more than Elowen's healing wounds.On the fourth morning, Corvin arrived carrying parchment and ink."We need to talk," he said without preamble. "Properly. About what happens now."Elowen sat up straighter, ignoring the pull of stitches. "All right."Corvin set the supplies on the table and remained standing, putting furniture between them. The positioning was not
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Chapter: CHAPTER 29The palace woke to whispers.Servants found blood in the east corridor, a trail leading from the main entrance to the royal wing. Guards spoke in hushed tones about the fox they had carried home at dawn, barely conscious and soaked in his own blood. Nobles exchanged glances over breakfast, wondering what new scandal had occurred while they slept.No one knew the truth. Corvin had made certain of that.Elowen woke in Corvin's bed, afternoon light slanting through the windows. His body ached, every movement pulling at fresh stitches. Someone had changed his clothes while he slept, dressed him in clean linen that smelled of lavender and the soap Corvin preferred.He sat up slowly, biting back a groan. The room was empty, but signs of recent occupation remained. A plate of untouched food on the table. A chair pulled close to the bed, as if someone had kept vigil. Corvin's formal robes discarded over a chair, replaced
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Chapter: CHAPTER 28Elowen left at midnight.He did not take the vial. Instead, he left it on the table in his chamber, a small glass monument to the mission he could not complete. The guards outside his door had grown lax over the past days, trusting that the fox in the cage had been tamed. They did not see him shift and slip beneath the door gap, small and silent as shadow.The city streets were darker than last time, clouds obscuring the moon. Elowen ran through alleys in fox form, his paws silent on cobblestones still warm from the day's heat. The warehouse district rose ahead, buildings sagging like broken teeth against the night sky.Kael was waiting.He was not alone.Elowen shifted back to human form in the shadows outside the warehouse, his bare feet silent on the ground. Through the broken windows, he could see shapes moving. Three, maybe four others. All shifters, all armed.They had not come for a report. They had come for compliance or consequences
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My Grief Counselor’s a Liar
Elijah Black was born to lead. He is the alpha heir, a billionaire empire builder, and a man whose wolf once roared with purpose. But when his fated mate died, the bond shattered, and so did he. His wolf went silent. Elijah stopped shifting, stopped living, and forced himself into a grief support group in the basement of St. Catherine’s Church because disappearing into the sorrow of strangers felt easier than facing his own.
Then Jaxon Reed walks in, late, loud, and chaotic, completely out of place in a room full of mourning hearts. He does not claim to grieve a person, but instead the version of himself he destroyed. He lies with charm, performs with reckless humor, and unsettles everyone, especially Elijah.
Elijah wants to hate him, but his wolf wants to chase him. Jaxon wants to vanish, but his smile refuses to leave.
Their connection is electric. It is grief meeting chaos, discipline clashing with wild instinct. Elijah is pulled back to life against his will, and Jaxon is seen for the first time in years. But Elijah’s world is not human, and Jaxon’s past is far from harmless.
As the tension between them grows, both men must confront a truth neither is ready to name.
What happens when the alpha who refuses to shift meets the man whose very existence wakes the wolf inside him?
The answer will change everything, if they survive long enough to face it.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 25The council meeting was postponed at the last minute.One of the elders called in sick, and pack law required full attendance for votes of this magnitude. Rafe was furious, but there was nothing he could do. The meeting was rescheduled for two days later.Two more days of borrowed time.Elijah used them to shore up support among the pack and to spend every possible moment with Jaxon. The mark appeared more frequently now, sometimes glowing for hours before fading. Jaxon's power surged unpredictably—objects moving without him touching them, lights flickering when his emotions spiked.The awakening was accelerating.On Tuesday evening, they made a decision that surprised them both."I want to go back," Jaxon said. "To the group. One last time."Elijah looked up from the pack documents he had been reviewing. "Why?""Because I need closure. With Curtis. With Sarah. With Margaret." Jaxon's hands twisted in his lap. "They were real. Their pain was real. Even if Dr. Chen used us, what we sha
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Chapter: CHAPTER 24The council meeting was postponed at the last minute.One of the elders called in sick, and pack law required full attendance for votes of this magnitude. Rafe was furious, but there was nothing he could do. The meeting was rescheduled for two days later.Two more days of borrowed time.Elijah used them to shore up support among the pack and to spend every possible moment with Jaxon. The mark appeared more frequently now, sometimes glowing for hours before fading. Jaxon's power surged unpredictably—objects moving without him touching them, lights flickering when his emotions spiked.The awakening was accelerating.On Tuesday evening, they made a decision that surprised them both."I want to go back," Jaxon said. "To the group. One last time."Elijah looked up from the pack documents he had been reviewing. "Why?""Because I need closure. With Curtis. With Sarah. With Margaret." Jaxon's hands twisted in his lap. "They were real. Their pain was real. Even if Dr. Chen used us, what we sha
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Chapter: CHAPTER 23The council meeting was brutal.Elijah stood before the assembled pack elders while they interrogated him about Jaxon. About the bond. About what it meant for the pack's future. He answered every question honestly, his voice steady even as his wolf raged at being questioned.Rafe sat in the corner, silent and smug, letting the elders do his work for him.By the time Elijah left, three hours had passed and nothing had been resolved. The elders demanded more time to deliberate. The fight with Rafe would proceed as scheduled on the full moon, but now there was an additional complication—if Elijah won, the pack would vote on whether to accept Jaxon as his mate.If the vote failed, Elijah would have to choose. The pack or Jaxon.He drove back to the loft in silence, his hands tight on the steering wheel. Jaxon had stayed behind with Darius for protection. The separation had been necessary but torturous. Every instinct screamed at Elijah to return to him.The loft was dark when he arrived.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 22The decision to return to the church felt wrong from the moment they made it.But Jaxon insisted. The mark had appeared three more times over the past week, each occurrence longer than the last. He needed answers, and Dr. Chen—manipulative as she was—seemed to be the only person who understood what was happening."One more time," Jaxon said as they drove through the city. "We go, we listen, we leave. If she knows something about the mark, I need to hear it."Elijah's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "She will use any information as leverage.""I know. But I am running out of options."The church basement was empty when they arrived. No Curtis. No Sarah. No Margaret. Just the circle of chairs waiting in accusatory silence.Dr. Chen was already there. She looked unsurprised to see them."I thought you might return," she said.Jaxon sat across from her. Elijah remained standing, positioning himself between them."The mark," Jaxon said without preamble. "Tell me what it means."Dr.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 21Three days passed without incident.Jaxon and Elijah fell into a careful routine. Mornings spent training—Elijah teaching Jaxon to recognize when his power was building, how to breathe through the pressure beneath his skin. Afternoons devoted to research. Darius had compiled everything he could find about Veilborn, though the information remained frustratingly incomplete.Evenings were quiet. Domestic. Almost normal.Almost.On the fourth day, Jaxon woke with a scream caught in his throat.Elijah was beside him instantly. "What is wrong?"Jaxon sat up, clutching his left wrist. His face was pale, his breathing ragged. "It burns.""What burns?""My wrist. Something—" Jaxon's words cut off. He stared at his arm.Elijah's wolf rose to attention. He grabbed Jaxon's wrist and turned it toward the light.A mark.Intricate lines formed a circular pattern on the inside of Jaxon's wrist. The design was geometric and organic simultaneously, like the symbols Jaxon had been drawing in his noteboo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 20The following Tuesday arrived with a tension that felt almost physical.Elijah and Jaxon had survived the pack meeting. Barely. Rafe's challenge had been issued formally. The fight was set for the next full moon—three weeks away. The pack had seen Jaxon, assessed him, and remained divided. Some saw him as weakness. Others, surprisingly, saw him as the first thing that had made their Alpha seem alive in months.But the meeting with Dr. Chen loomed, and neither of them could shake the feeling that something was building toward a breaking point.They descended the church stairs in silence. The basement felt colder than usual, as if the walls themselves were bracing for impact.Curtis was already there, his expression haunted. Sarah sat with her cardigan pulled tight, her eyes red-rimmed. Margaret arrived last, and the moment Elijah saw her face, he knew something had changed.Her spine was rigid. Her jaw was set. Her hands were clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white.Dr. Chen en
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HE'S NOT REAL, BUT HE'S MINE
Marcus Webb didn't believe in ghosts. It was not until he woke up in Prometheus House with no memory of how he got there and met the devastatingly beautiful man who claims to be his roommate.
Silas Ashford is perfect. Too perfect. He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, and casts no reflection in mirrors. When Marcus discovers a photograph from 1924 showing Silas standing beside a man who looks exactly like him, the truth becomes impossible to deny.
Silas is a ghost, bound to the facility for a hundred years, waiting for someone he can't remember. Marcus is a tech billionaire who died six months ago in a car accident, his body in a coma, his soul trapped in the between.
They were lovers in a past life. Michael and Silas, 1924. They died in a fire trying to escape an abusive sanatorium. Michael survived long enough to reincarnate. Silas has been waiting ever since.
Now, the facility's sinister director, a reaper who feeds on trapped souls will do anything to keep them apart. The building is collapsing, and time is running out. Marcus must choose: wake up and live, forgetting Silas forever, or stay and risk losing everything.
To free Silas, Marcus will have to destroy the anchors binding him to this world, confront the creature born from their shared tragedy, and burn Prometheus House to the ground a second time.
Some love stories survive death.
He's not real, But he's mine, and I'll set the world on fire to keep him.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5: THE OTHERSMarcus spent the rest of the afternoon in his room, staring at the photograph until the faces blurred into abstraction. Silas hadn't returned. The bed across from his remained perfectly made, untouched, as if no one had slept there in years. Maybe no one had. Maybe ghosts didn't disturb sheets or leave impressions in pillows. Or just maybe they just existed in the spaces between things, half-there and half-gone, waiting for someone to remember them back into solidity.His hands wouldn't stop shaking.By the time dusk bled through the windows, turning the fog outside into something bruised and purple, Marcus couldn't stand the silence anymore. He needed people. Real people. Living, breathing humans who existed in mirrors and had pulses and didn't speak in riddles about integration, authenticity and remembering who you really are.The common room on the second floor was larger than the dining hall, with overstuffed couches arranged around a stone fireplace and bookshelves lining the wal
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4: THE FACILITY RULESMarcus found Dr. Cross in his office on the third floor, behind a door made of frosted glass etched with the Prometheus House logo of a phoenix rising from flames. The symbolism wasn't lost on him. It symbolised rebirth, transformation, and rising from the ashes of whatever had broken you enough to land you here.He knocked once and entered without waiting for permission.The office was nothing like the sterile luxury of the rest of the facility. Dark wood paneling lined the walls, shelves crammed with leather-bound books that looked older than they had any right to be. A massive desk dominated the space, its surface cluttered with files and an antique fountain pen that gleamed in the light from a Tiffany lamp. Behind the desk, floor-to-ceiling windows framed the fog-wrapped redwoods, making the forest look like something from a dream.Dr. Evander Cross sat with his back to the door, facing the windows. He didn't turn around when Marcus entered."Mr. Webb." His voice was smooth, cultu
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Chapter: Chapter 3: First TouchThe lights came back on.Marcus stood frozen in the center of the room, pulse hammering against his throat. Silas remained exactly where he'd been, cross-legged on his bed, book open in his lap. His silver eyes tracked Marcus with the patience of someone who had all the time in the world. "What did you just call me?" Marcus's voice came out strangled."I didn't call you anything." Silas turned a page without looking down at it. "The power surged. This is an old building. It happens all the time.""You said Michael.""Did I?" Silas tilted his head, his expression infuriatingly neutral. "I don't recall."Marcus wanted to cross the room and shake him. He wanted to grab those slim shoulders and demand answers until Silas's calm exterior fractured and the truth spilled out. Instead, he dug his nails into his palms, feeling the sharp bite of pain ground him."You're lying.""Maybe." Silas closed the book, setting it aside with deliberate care. "Or maybe you heard what you needed to hear."
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2: ROOM 237Marcus didn't leave his room for the rest of the day. He sat on the edge of the bed, turning the photograph over and over in his hands until the edges softened further beneath his thumbs. The silver-eyed man stared back at him, unchanging, patient, like he'd been waiting a century for Marcus to finally ask the right questions.*Prometheus, 1924.*The words made no sense. The photograph made no sense. Marcus made no sense, sitting in a sterile luxury room with no memory of how he'd gotten here, clutching a picture of himself that shouldn't exist.He should have been panicking, and demanding answers, pounding on the door until someone explained what kind of sick psychological experiment this was. Instead, he felt hollowed out, like someone had scooped out his insides and left only the shell.When the nurse returned hours later with a tray of food he didn't touch, she informed him in that same unnervingly pleasant voice that he'd been assigned a roommate."A roommate?" Marcus's voice cam
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1: THE MAN IN THE MIRRORThe ceiling was pristine white, and unmarked by water stains, cracks or the fingerprints of time. Marcus stared at it, his breath shallow, pulse ticking at his throat like something trapped beneath skin. The air smelled wrong and sterile, with lavender and lemon polish masking something medicinal underneath. His tongue felt thick, his mouth dry as old paper.Where the hell was he?He tried to sit up. His body protested, muscles stiff and uncooperative, as if he'd been lying still for days. Weeks even. The room came into focus in fragments: pale gray walls, a sleek leather chair in the corner, floor-to-ceiling windows framing a view of redwoods and fog. It looked expensive, minimalist. The kind of place that whispered luxury while making you feel like an intruder in your own skin.A hotel? No. Hotels had souls, even the soulless ones. This place felt scrubbed clean of personality, like someone had taken an eraser to the air itself.Marcus swung his legs over the side of the bed. His fe
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The Exorcist’s Son
Gabriel Thorne was seventeen when he met his fated mate across a burning packhouse during a sanctioned werewolf purge. The moment their eyes locked, the mate bond snapped into place with devastating clarity. Dominic Ashford, the youngest billionaire Alpha in North America, rejected him instantly and publicly, shattering Gabriel's world with five brutal words: "I don't have a mate."
Five years later, Gabriel has been cast out from the Holy Order, disowned by his exorcist family, and is barely surviving as a paranormal investigator when catastrophe strikes. His father is dying from a curse that can only be broken by Alpha blood willingly given. Gabriel must return to the pack territory he was exiled from and beg the mate who destroyed him for help.
Dominic agrees, but his price is cruel: a thirty-day contract where Gabriel lives in his penthouse, attends pack functions as his companion, and submits to experimental mate bond suppression therapy designed to erase their connection forever.
Gabriel accepts because he has no choice. Dominic believes proximity will kill the bond. Instead, it ignites into an inferno neither can control.
As they're forced together, dangerous truths emerge. The curse killing Gabriel's father wasn't random, it was orchestrated. Someone inside the Holy Order is funding a conspiracy to restart the werewolf purges, and the scandalous mate bond between an exorcist heir and an Alpha is the spark that could ignite a supernatural war.
Now Gabriel and Dominic must choose: break their bond to preserve the fragile peace, or claim each other and risk destroying everything their worlds have built.
Their love could save both species, Or it could damn them all.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 6: Exposure TherapyDominic moved through the crowd with practiced ease, stopping to speak with pack representatives and business associates as though nothing had happened in that quiet corridor, as though he had not just pinned Gabriel against a wall and scented him like something he owned.Gabriel smiled when expected, shook hands when introduced, and spent the remainder of the evening hyperaware of Dominic's hand on his lower back, burning through the expensive fabric of the tailored suit like a brand.They did not speak in the car on the way home, or even in the elevator. When the penthouse doors opened and Dominic disappeared into his study without a backward glance, Gabriel went to his room, sat on the edge of his bed, and stared at the city lights spread below the window until his heartbeat finally returned to something resembling normal.He barely slept.Dr. Helena Vance's office occupied a corner of the fifty-eighth floor of Ashford Tower, its walls lined with bookshelves holding texts that rang
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5: The GalaThe tailored suit arrived at precisely nine in the morning, delivered by a service that handled the garment like it contained the crown jewels. Gabriel stared at the midnight blue fabric, at the way the light caught subtle patterns woven into the material, and knew without checking the label that it cost more than he had earned in the past six months combined.It fit perfectly. Of course it did. Dominic would have ensured that every measurement was exact, that Gabriel would have no excuse to appear as anything less than what an Alpha's companion should be. Gabriel stood before the full-length mirror in his assigned room and barely recognized himself. The suit transformed him from the shabby exile he had become into someone who looked like they might actually belong in Dominic Ashford's world.The illusion was almost convincing enough to believe.Ethan collected him at six o'clock, his professional mask firmly in place as he looked Gabriel over with critical eyes. "You'll do," he said,
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4: The PenthouseThe private elevator opened directly into Dominic's penthouse, and Gabriel stepped into a space that looked more like an architectural magazine spread than a place where anyone actually lived. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around three sides of the massive open-plan living area, offering a panoramic view of Seattle that made the city look like a glittering toy seventy-three floors below.Everything was minimalist luxury executed with ruthless precision. White marble floors stretched in every direction, broken only by strategically placed rugs that probably cost more than Gabriel's entire year of rent. The furniture was all clean lines and expensive materials, arranged with careful composition that suggested an interior designer rather than personal taste.The space felt cold despite the warm afternoon light. It was more like a showroom than somewhere a person might actually live. Gabriel supposed that was the point. Dominic Ashford did not do comfort. He did control, power and care
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3: The BargainAshford Tower rose from downtown Seattle like a monument to werewolf ambition, seventy-three floors of glass and steel that reflected the gray morning sky. Gabriel stood across the street, watching expensive cars pull up while uniformed valets opened doors for people who radiated wealth and confidence.He wore the same worn jacket from the night before, jeans patched twice at the knees, boots that had seen better years. His reflection in a shop window showed exactly what he was: someone surviving on the margins, scraping by on investigation jobs that barely covered rent.Gabriel forced himself to cross the street. The lobby was all marble floors and abstract sculptures that probably cost more than he would earn in his lifetime. The security desk sat dead center, manned by three guards who radiated supernatural alertness."I need to see Dominic Ashford," Gabriel said, keeping his voice steady. "My name is Gabriel Thorne."The lead guard's nostrils flared, scenting him. Her expression s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2: The RejectedThe memory hit Gabriel like a physical blow the moment he stepped into his father's bedroom, the smell of smoke and burning wood suddenly overwhelming despite the sterile scent of sickness that permeated the actual room.Five years ago. The Riverside Pack purge. Gabriel had been seventeen and still believed that the Holy Order served a righteous purpose, that the werewolves they hunted were monsters who deserved the flames.He had been so fucking wrong.Patriarch Thorne lay motionless in the massive four-poster bed, his skin gray beneath the curse marks that crawled across his chest like living tattoos. The symbols pulsed with that sickly green light, moving slowly toward his heart with the inexorable patience of poison. Gabriel forced himself to focus on his father's shallow breathing, on the present moment, but the past refused to release its grip.The Riverside packhouse had been burning when Gabriel arrived with his father's strike team. He remembered the heat against his face, th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1: Blood and AshThe phone rang at midnight, the way bad news always did.Gabriel Thorne stared at the unknown number glowing on his cracked screen, his heart already sinking before he answered. He had learned to recognize the particular quality of silence that preceded disaster, the way the air seemed to thicken with unspoken grief before the words even formed."Gabriel." His mother's voice was barely a whisper, stretched thin with exhaustion and fear. "You need to come home. Your father is dying."He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.Instead, he found himself standing outside t
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