Chapter: CHAPTER 28: MY BABY GIRLEMBER'S POVRafael raises one hand in a pleasant wave, completely unbothered by the murder in my security chief's eyes."Enjoy your spa day, Ember," Rafael says, stepping aside to let me exit. "And remember—Knox collects broken things because he thinks he can fix them. But I don't think you're as broken as he believes. I think you're something else entirely.""And what's that?"His smile widens. "Dangerous. In the best possible way."The elevator doors close on his face, and Nathaniel is at my side immediately, practically vibrating with protective fury."Are you alright? Did he touch you? I'll kill him. I'll—""I'm fine," I cut him off, tucking Rafael's card into my dress pocket without examining it further. "He just wanted to introduce himself."Nathaniel looks like he wants to argue, but he swallows it down with visible effort."I'm reporting this to Knox.""Do what you need to do."Part of me wonders what Knox will think when he hears another Alpha cornered me in an elevator. Part
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Chapter: CHAPTER 27: THE ELEVATOR AMBUSHEMBER'S POVThe penthouse door clicks shut behind me and I stand there for a moment, trying to make sense of the last four hours.At 4 AM, Knox was inside me, calling me his, telling me no one else gets to touch me, fucking me against the window like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.By 5 AM, he was cold. Clinical. Reminding me our relationship is fake while I stood there naked and confused.And for the three hours since? He's been on the phone. Endless calls, endless business, endless distance.I showered alone. Dressed alone. Ate breakfast alone while he paced the living room talking to someone about pack territory disputes, never once looking in my direction.When I told him I was leaving for the spa, he didn't even pause his conversation. Just crossed the room, pressed a brief kiss to my forehead like I was a child being sent off to school, and went right back to his call.That's it. That's what I got.A forehead kiss. After everything.I catch my reflection in the
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Chapter: CHAPTER 26: AGAINST THE GLASSEMBER'S POVI sob, nodding frantically, the image burning into my brain."I'd let the whole world watch—just don't stop—""That's my perfect omega," he praises, voice dripping sin, hand sliding from my hair to collar my throat, fingers pressing into the sides just enough to make me lightheaded, just enough to make every sensation sharper. "My greedy, cock-drunk little slut. No one else gets this. No one else gets to watch you fall apart. Say it.""Only you—only ever you—Knox—"He bites down on my shoulder hard enough to mark, hard enough that I'll see his teeth in my skin tomorrow, and I moan so loud it echoes.His hips snap faster, deeper, the head of his cock dragging over that spongy spot inside me that makes me see white."Mine," he snarls against my skin, licking over the bite mark, soothing and savage at once. "This cunt, these tits, these pretty screams—mine to wreck, mine to bruise, mine to fill until it's leaking out of you."His phone starts ringing.For a second, I fear he
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Chapter: CHAPTER 25: SLAPPING HIMEMBER'S POVThen the door flies open.Knox is there like an avenging demon. He doesn't hesitate or ask needless questions. He grabs Gale by the front of his sweater and flings him across the room like he weighs nothing.Gale crashes into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster, and Knox positions himself between us, every line of his body radiating violence barely contained."I warned you once already," Knox says, and his voice is death itself. "This is the last time I'll use words. Next time, I'll let my claws do the talking.""She hit me," Gale sputters, struggling to his feet. "Did you see that? She assaulted me.""What I saw was you grabbing her wrist hard enough to bruise." Knox takes a step toward him, and Gale actually backs up. "What I saw was your hand going for her throat. What I saw was a pattern of abuse that apparently didn't end when she left you.""I was trying to help her. Trying to protect her from—""From what? From me?" Knox laughs, and it's a terrible sound. "Tha
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Chapter: CHAPTER 24: MY SWEET HUSBAND
EMBER'S POV"That's far enough." Knox's voice is quiet, but the threat underneath is unmistakable.Gale doesn't seem bothered. He just holds up the gifts, his expression settling into wounded understanding."I heard about her panic attack at the dinner," he says, and his voice is so gentle it's almost worse than anger. "I know what helps her. I just wanted to make sure she's okay.""How thoughtful." Knox doesn't move. "Breaking and entering to deliver... what exactly?""Her favorite macarons. Her anxiety medication." Gale looks past Knox to me, his eyes soft with concern. "I've known Ember far longer than you have. I know what she needs during these episodes. Do you?"The dig lands exactly where Gale intended. I know her better than you ever will."What I know," Knox says, "is that you're in my home uninvited at three in the morning. What I know is that security had to physically restrain you. What I know is that this constitutes breaking and entering, and I have every right to have y
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Chapter: CHAPTER 23: COLD SHEETS, COLDER NEWS EMBER'S POVI wake to cold.Not the gentle chill of early morning, but the particular emptiness that comes from sleeping alone in a bed that was, moments before, full of another body's warmth.My hand reaches across the sheets and finds nothing but cool fabric and the indentation where Knox's head was pressed into the pillow. The bedside clock reads 4:17 AM.I should stay in bed. Should roll over and go back to sleep like a rational person.Instead, I'm padding barefoot through the penthouse, following some instinct I don't quite understand. It's not fear. It's something closer to need.I find him at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, the ones that frame the snow-covered Cascade peaks like nature's most expensive painting.He's standing with his back to me, shirtless, and fuck, he's so goddamn attractive. Gray sweats hanging so low I can see the dimples at the base of his spine.Muscular broad shoulders, tapered waist, the kind of back that makes you want to sink your na
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Chapter: 21: THE CAM GIRL NEXT DOOR (2)CHAPTER 2: BEGGING FOR HIS COCKRILEY’S POVI flee back to my room, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The image of him is burned onto the back of my eyelids. The next few days are a special kind of hell. At work, Dominic seems to be everywhere. He “accidentally” brushes against me in the hallway, his hand lingering on the small of my back. He leans over my shoulder to “see what I’m working on,” his warm breath fanning my neck, making me shiver. He’s a jerk, he’s an asshole, and he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever been near.And online, DomTheBoss69 is more demanding than ever. The denial games get more intense. He makes me edge myself for an hour straight, my vibrator controlled by his tips, bringing me to the brink again and again before shutting it off. He makes me describe, in filthy, vivid detail, exactly what I would do to him if he were here.“I’d get on my knees for you,” I pant, my fingers frantically working my clit as the vibrator hums at a punishing
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Chapter: 21: THE CAM GIRL NEXT DOOR (1)CHAPTER 1: LIVE-STREAMING MY PUSSYRILEY’S POVMy name is Riley, and I lead a double life. By day, I’m a mousy data entry clerk, the kind of girl who wears oversized cardigans and gets flustered if someone holds the door for her too long. My boss, Brenda, has to repeat instructions to me twice because I’m usually lost in my own head. My coworkers forget I’m in the breakroom. I’m a ghost, a wallpaper pattern.But by night… by night, I am a goddess.The soft hum of my laptop fan is my orchestra tuning up. The glow of my ring light is my personal sun. I lean into the camera, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my lips—lips I’ve lined in a deep, fuck-me red.“Well, hello, my sinners,” I purr, my voice dropping an octave, losing the hesitant tremor it has in daylight. “Did you miss me?”The chat on the right side of my screen explodes. Heart emojis, fire emojis, a cascade of usernames and compliments. My heart races, but it’s not from anxiety. It’s from power. Here, in my little digi
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Chapter: 20: FUCK ME 30,000 FEET UPSLOANE’S POVLook, I’m three glasses of champagne deep and so fucking wet I’m probably leaving a slick mark on this leather seat. I don’t even care. Let the whole first-class cabin know what my boss does to me just by existing.Brad’s been staring at me for twenty solid minutes. Good. I wore this tight black dress and no bra for one reason: to make him suffer. He's sitting across the aisle, Mr. Brad Carter, CEO, looking like a fucking GQ model in a five-thousand-dollar suit.For six months, he's been all business. Professional. Distant. "Ms. Rivera, have those reports on my desk by noon." "Ms. Rivera, reschedule the investors' meeting." Never Sloane. Always the formal bullshit, even when we'd work late and I'd catch him staring at my legs under the conference table.But tonight at the Tokyo gala, something shifted. His hand lingered on my lower back while introducing me to clients. His fingers brushed mine when passing me champagne. And when that sleazy VP from accounting tried to
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Chapter: 19: CUCKOLD LITTLE SLUT (3)CHAPTER 3: FUCKED BEFORE MY HUSBANDLENA’S POVThe drive back to my place was a blur. Damon’s hand was on my thigh the whole time, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin, inching closer and closer to my pussy. By the time we pulled into my driveway, I was a trembling mess, my body aching for him again.My husband, Mark, was waiting in the living room when we walked in. He was sprawled on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes dark with anticipation. He’d known I was going out. Known what I was after. And the horny look on his facetold me he’d been waiting for this moment all night.“Well?” Mark asked, his voice rough as he took in my disheveled state—my smudged lipstick, my dress still hitched up, the hickeys already blooming on my neck.I smirked, walking over to him. I straddled his lap, my hands gripping his shoulders as I pressed a deep, hungry kiss to his lips. He groaned into me, his cock already hardening beneath me. When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed,
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Chapter: 19: CUCKOLD LITTLE SLUT (2)CHAPTER 2: HIS BIG BLACK COCKLENA’S POV Damon’s car was a sleek black muscle car, parked just down the street. He pressed me against it, his body pinning mine, his mouth crashing down on mine again. His hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, squeezing my tits, sliding up my dress and ripping my panties down my thighs. The sound of tearing lace was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.“You’re not wearing these home,” he snarled, stuffing them into his pocket.“I don’t need them,” I panted.He groaned, his hips grinding against mine. Even through his slacks, I could feel him—thick, hard, huge. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with his belt. “Then let me make it a good death.”He didn’t stop me. His belt came undone, his zipper following. My breath caught.Holy. Fucking. Shit.His cock sprang free, and it was a monster. Thick, veiny, and so damn black, a beautiful, terrifying contrast against his hand. The head was already leaking,
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Chapter: 19: CUCKOLD LITTLE SLUT (1)CHAPTER 1: HE FINGERS MY MARRIED PUSSYLENA’S POVLet’s get one thing straight—I wasn’t some lost little lamb in that bar. I was a wolf in a little black dress, and I was fucking hunting.The bar was dim, the kind of place where the air smelled like whiskey and bad, bad decisions. Neon signs flickered behind the bottles, casting a sultry glow over the polished mahogany. Perched on my stool, I made sure my dress was riding high enough to show the lace tops of my stockings. My fingers traced the rim of my martini glass, the ice clinking softly as I swirled the liquid. My stiletto was hooked on the rung, swinging just enough to draw the eye. And then he walked in.Jesus Christ. He was a giant. A god carved from obsidian. Tall enough to block the door, with shoulders so broad I instantly imagined them pinning me down. A fitted black button-down stretched over his chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms thick with muscle. His skin was a deep, rich ebony, his bald head gleamed
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