MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN
"I thought you were my savior. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire."
The day the debt collectors came for my family, I couldn’t even scream. My voice has always been a prisoner of my anxiety, leaving me defenseless in a world of wolves. Then came Ignatius. My brother’s best friend. A man with the face of a saint and the wealth of a king.
He didn't just save me; he bought my world. He paid the debts, moved me into his palatial estate, and whispered that I was finally safe. For the first time, I felt the warmth of a "hero." I gave him my trust. I almost gave him my heart.
But a saint doesn't keep cameras in your bedroom.
The crushing realization hit harder than any blow from a collector: Ignatius didn't buy my debt—he created it. He paid the men who terrified my mother. He orchestrated the ruin of my brother. Every tear I shed was a calculated investment in my total dependence on him. He didn’t want a lover; he wanted a broken pet.
Now, the "Saint" has dropped his mask. Ignatius thinks because I am mute, I am powerless. He thinks because I am fragile, I am his.
He’s wrong.
If Ignatius wants to play the Predator, I’ll find a bigger one. His father, Cane—the cold, ruthless patriarch of the empire—is the only man Ignatius fears. I’m moving from the guest room to the master suite. I’m going to tear this family apart from the inside out, one forbidden dinner at a time.
Ignatius ruined my life to own me. Now, I’m going to make sure the debt he owes me costs him everything.
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Chapter: Chapter 7: The Seat of Honor"Get up. Now."Ignatius’s voice cracked like a whip across the silent boardroom. His eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving under a custom-tailored suit that suddenly looked too tight. He marched toward me, his hand outstretched to drag me from the chair—the Vice President’s chair.I didn't move. I forced my spine to go rigid. I gripped the armrests until the leather groaned."Ignatius." Cane’s voice was a low, subsonic rumble that stopped his son mid-stride. "Sit down. You’re making a scene in front of the board.""He doesn't belong here, Father! He’s a Thorne charity case, not a voting member." Ignatius slammed his palms onto the glass table, the vibration rattling the water pitchers. He leaned over me, his scent of expensive gin and desperation clogging my senses. "Raffy, I’m not going to ask again. Get out."I looked up at him, my eyes wide and shimmering with a practiced, liquid fear. I let my lip tremble. I didn't look at the exit; I looked at Cane. I shrank back, leaning my sho
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The Lion’s DenThe glass towers of Thorne Financial loomed like frozen giants against the grey city sky. I stood at the revolving doors, my breath fogging the air, my fingers buried deep in the pockets of a coat that was far too thin. My heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm.I didn't have a badge. I didn't have a voice.The security guard, a man with a neck thicker than my thigh, stepped into my path. "Deliveries are at the back, kid."I didn't move. I let my shoulders hunch, my chin dipping toward my chest. I made my hands tremble as I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with Cane Thorne’s personal office number scrawled on it. I looked up at him, eyes wide and brimming with a calculated, watery terror."I... I’m here for Mr. Thorne," I mouthed. No sound. Just the desperate shape of the words.The guard’s expression shifted from irritation to pity. "You alright, son? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."I shook my head violently, my hand flying to my throat. I pointed toward the elevators, th
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Forbidden Move"You think my father will save you?"Ignatius slammed the door to the guest house so hard the glass panes rattled in their frames. He ripped his tie loose, his face flushed a dangerous, mottled red. He looked unhinged. The "Saint" had been stripped bare at the gala, and the animal underneath was foaming at the mouth."He doesn't want you, Raffy. He just wants to take what’s mine." Ignatius lunged across the room, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. My head snapped back. My teeth clicked together. "Answer me! Did you think you were being clever?"I let my body go limp. I dropped to my knees, my head bowed, my hands lying useless and shaking on the floorboards. I made my breathing shallow. I played the part of the broken, terrified mute he thought he’d bought."That’s it," he hissed, his grip softening into a patronizing stroke down my hair. "Stay down there. You’re nothing without me. My father would discard you the second you stopped being a weapon against me."He stepped back, a sm
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The Reckless Shift"You shouldn't have touched that drawer, Raffy. Now, you won’t even have the hallway to walk through."Ignatius’s voice grated against the silence of the guest house. He stood by the window, the moon carving sharp, cruel angles into his face. He’d spent the last three days stripping the room bare. The books were gone. The television, gone. Even the extra pillows. He wanted a void. He wanted me to have nothing to look at but my own reflection in the window glass until I begged for his presence.I sat on the edge of the stripped mattress. My hands stayed folded in my lap. I didn't sign. I didn't plead. I didn't even look up when he paced past me, his leather shoes clicking like a countdown.Silence is a wall, I realized. If he couldn't hear my heart through my hands, he couldn't own the rhythm."Nothing? Not even a 'sorry' on your fingers?" Ignatius stopped, his jaw tight. He reached out, grabbing a handful of my hair and forcing my head back. "I made you. I can unmake you just as fast.
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Brutal Betrayal"I’m the only one you can trust, Raffy. Remember that."The words echoed in the marble hallway like a threat. Ignatius had gone to the main house for a "business meeting," leaving me with a heavy silence and a stomach full of lead. He thought I was sleeping. He thought I was the same docile, broken boy he’d pulled off the kitchen floor.I crept toward the oak double doors of his study. My hands shook as I gripped the handle. It didn't budge. I pulled a bobby pin from my pocket—a trick Leo taught me when we were kids and he’d lost his house keys for the tenth time.Click.The door swung inward. The room smelled of expensive leather and old blood. I moved to the mahogany desk, my feet sinking into the thick carpet. I needed to find Leo’s gambling debts. I needed to see the numbers, to understand how my brother could be so cruel.I pulled open the bottom drawer. A heavy, leather-bound ledger sat inside. I flipped it open, my eyes scanning the columns of names and figures.There. Thorne,
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Gilded Cage"You can’t stay there, Raffy. Not after they broke the door."Ignatius stood in the center of my ruined living room, his presence making the walls feel even closer together. He didn't ask. He spoke like the weather—unavoidable and absolute.I looked at the shattered ceramic on the floor. My hands made small, jerky movements. I have nowhere else. Leo will come back.Ignatius stepped over a broken chair, his hand landing on my shoulder. The weight of it was grounding, a heavy anchor in a storm. "Leo isn't coming back for a long time. He owes people far worse than the thugs I just chased out. My guest house is secure. Keyless entry. Private security. You won’t have to jump every time the wind rattles a window."I let out a breath I’d been holding since Miller first kicked the door. A guest house. Security. It sounded like a dream. It sounded like a life where I didn't have to sleep with a kitchen knife under my pillow."Pack a bag," he commanded, his voice softening just enough to make m
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ALPHA Arthur: The Mate Who Lied
“I, Alpha Arthur Grant, reject you, Phineas Wells. You were never my mate; you were just a placeholder for a King.”
The words didn't just break Phineas’s heart; they shattered his soul. Standing in the center of the pack gala, clutching a hidden sonogram in his pocket, Phineas watched as his husband of three years handed him divorce papers in front of the very people he had served, healed, and protected. Behind Arthur stood Phineas’s own younger brother, Clement, wearing a smug smile of betrayal. They didn't just want Phineas gone—they wanted him erased.
Thrown into the freezing rain of the Dead Lands, pregnant and broken, Phineas expects to die. Instead, he finds a nightmare far more seductive.
Enter Lucian Aurelius. A Mafia Kingpin with a wolf of pure shadow and a heart of ice. He doesn’t offer Phineas love; he offers a cage of gold and a contract written in blood. Lucian is the ultimate Black Flag—possessive, obsessive, and dangerous. He monitors Phineas’s heartbeat, tracks his every breath, and whispers terrifying promises of protection that feel exactly like imprisonment.
But as Phineas’s life is reduced to a "Scattered and Shattered" mess, the "Sunshine" Omega dies, and something colder is born in the dark.
While Arthur’s pack begins to crumble and Lucian’s obsession turns into a lethal addiction, Phineas stops crying. He begins to watch. He begins to learn. He realizes that a monster’s greatest weakness is the thing he claims to own.
In a world of fated mates and brutal betrayals, Phineas will play the "Helpless Omega" one last time. He will make them crawl. He will make them bleed. And when the smoke clears, the two Alphas who broke him will realize the terrifying truth:
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The First CrackThe penthouse elevator doors hiss shut, sealing out the world and the lingering scent of Arthur’s blood. The silence in the foyer is heavy, a thick blanket that stifles my breath. I walk three steps into the living area before the strength leaves my knees.I hit the floor.My palms slap against the cold marble, the impact vibrating up my arms. The designer suit—the armor I wore to crush Arthur’s soul—now feels like a lead shroud.A sob rips out of my throat. It’s a jagged, ugly sound.I’m not crying for Arthur. I’m not crying for the pack house or the years I spent scrubbing their floors. I’m crying for the boy who believed that if he just worked hard enough, if he just loved deeply enough, he would be enough. I’m crying for the three years of my life that were nothing but a lie built on a foundation of "placeholder" promises."Get up."Lucian’s voice is a low vibration against my back. He doesn't touch me. He stands there, a pillar of dark shadow, watching me crumble."I can't," I ch
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The Ghost in the BoardroomThe silk of the three-thousand-dollar suit feels like cold water against my skin. Three months. Three months since I was shivering in the mud, clutching a silver knife and praying for a quick death. Now, I stand in a penthouse that touches the clouds, watching the city burn in neon lights below.The weight in my stomach is heavier now. A constant, pulsing reminder of why I’m still breathing. My wolf is still broken, a shattered mirror in the back of my mind, but my resolve? That has turned into tempered steel.I tap the tablet in my hand. The spreadsheet on the screen is a bloodbath of red ink. The Blackwood Pack’s logistics have collapsed. Their supply lines are tangled, their credit is maxed out, and their winter stores are rotting in the silos.Without me to fix the numbers, Arthur is drowning."You’re staring at the ghost of your past again," a voice rumbles.I don’t jump. I’ve learned that Lucian doesn't walk; he prowls. He stands behind me, his heat radiating through the back of
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Kingpin’s BargainThe rain hammers against the roof of the SUV like a thousand drumsticks. Inside, the air smells of expensive leather and the sharp, metallic tang of Lucian’s power. It’s heavy. It’s thick. It makes my skin crawl, but it’s the only thing keeping the freezing night at bay.Lucian leans back, his silhouette a jagged mountain of shadow against the city lights. He doesn't offer a blanket. He doesn't offer a hand. He pulls a sleek, carbon-fiber tablet from the seat pocket and slides it toward me."I don't do charity," Lucian says. The words are cold stones dropping into a deep well. "You’re a stray. A rejected, pregnant Omega with a pack mark that’s currently rotting off your neck. You won't last forty-eight hours in the neutral zone before the scavengers rip that pup out of you just for the sport of it."My breath hitches. I wrap my arms tighter around my middle. The tiny life inside me pulses—a faint, desperate heartbeat against my own."I need a 'Mate,'" Lucian continues, his gaze fixed
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Silent ExitThe suitcase lay open on the bed like a hollow mouth.I grab a sweater. Drop it. My fingers are useless, twitching like dying spiders. I stare at the fabric—grey, worn, and thin. Just like me. I’ve lived in this room for three years, yet I can pack my entire life into a single duffel bag in ten minutes.That’s the reality of being the "charity case." The adopted Omega kept around to scrub the grease off the pack’s floorboards and keep the ledgers clean. They didn’t want a brother; they wanted a servant who didn't require a paycheck.Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.The salt in my eyes stings worse than the bond breaking. I reach under the floorboard beneath my nightstand, my nails catching on the rough wood. My fingers close around cold, heavy metal. My father’s silver dagger. It’s the only thing left of the man who actually loved me before the Blackwood pack swallowed me whole.I shove it into the side pocket of the bag.The door doesn't just open; it hits the wall with a crack that ec
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Chapter: Chapter 1: The Anniversary SlaughterThe scent of rosemary and roasted lamb filled the kitchen, a sharp contrast to the biting winter wind rattling the windowpanes of the Blackwood Pack House. Phineas wiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a flour-dusted hand. Three years. Three years of balancing ledgers, turning the pack’s debt into a surplus, and making sure every pup had a coat for the winter.Today was different. Today, the permanent ache in his chest felt lighter.He touched the small, handwritten note in his pocket—the lab results from the pack doctor. Positive. An Omega of his rank, a "bottom-tier" male with a sluggish wolf, shouldn't have been able to conceive. It was a miracle. A gift for Arthur. A way to finally seal the cracks in their marriage."He’s going to love it, Phin," Clement said, leaning against the doorframe. His younger brother was tossing a silver coin, catching it with a rhythmic clink. "The Alpha King deserves a feast after the border raids."Phineas smiled, though it didn't quite
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