Chapter: College Roommates (2)Ryan's bedroom door clicked shut behind them, but the sound barely registered. Marcus stood frozen in the middle of the room, his belt still undone, his cock half-hard again already. Ryan turned to face him, eyes dark with something that went way beyond curiosity now."You want this," Ryan said. It wasn't a question.Marcus swallowed hard. "Yeah. I want you to fuck me."The words hung between them like a live wire. Ryan stepped closer, close enough that Marcus could feel his breath. "Say it again.""I want your cock inside me," Marcus repeated, voice steadier this time. "I want you to fuck me until I can't think straight."Ryan's hands found Marcus's waist, pushing his jeans down completely. "Get on the bed."Marcus scrambled backward, kicking off his remaining clothes. He lay back on Ryan's narrow mattress, legs spread, watching as Ryan stripped. Ryan's cock was already hard again, thick and flushed, the head glistening."Condoms," Ryan muttered, reaching for his nightstand drawer. "
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Chapter: College Roommates (1)The tiny apartment smelled like cheap beer and microwave popcorn. Ryan sprawled across the couch, legs spread wide, while Marcus sat on the floor with his back against the coffee table. Empty cans littered the carpet. The laptop screen glowed between them, playing some porn video that neither of them was really watching anymore."Fuck, that guy has no technique," Ryan muttered, taking another swig from his can. "Look at how he's just yanking on it."Marcus laughed nervously, adjusting his position. "Yeah, I've never understood the appeal of these videos anyway. They all look so fake.""You don't watch porn?" Ryan raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised."I mean, sometimes. But it's not like... instructional or anything." Marcus shifted again, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. "I don't really know what I'm doing half the time."Ryan paused the video, the room suddenly quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. "Wait, seriously? You're telling me you've never figured out w
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Chapter: THE THERAPY SESSION (2) Emily arrived at Dr. Hale's office the next day exactly on time. Her hands trembled as she knocked on the door, memories of yesterday's breakthrough still fresh in her mind. The first orgasms of her life had left her both exhilarated and desperate for more. "Come in," Dr. Hale called from inside. He stood by the examination table, already rolling up his sleeves. His white coat hung on a hook nearby. "How are you feeling today, Emily?" "Nervous," she admitted, closing the door behind her. "But excited. I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday." "Good. That means your body is responding to the new neural pathways we established." He gestured toward the table. "Undress completely and lie back. Today we're going to introduce penetration with my penis to see how your body responds to full intercourse." Emily's breath caught. "You mean... you'll actually fuck me?" "Yes. Clinical terminology aside, I need to assess how your vaginal walls respond to a real cock. This is the next logica
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Chapter: THE THERAPY SESSION (1) Dr. Marcus Hale's office smelled of sandalwood and clean linen. The blinds were half-drawn, letting in soft afternoon light that painted golden stripes across the examination table. Emily stood just inside the door, her fingers twisting the strap of her purse, heart hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear it. "Please, make yourself comfortable," Dr. Hale said, his voice low and calm. He was in his late thirties, tall, with broad shoulders and a neatly trimmed beard. His white coat hung open over a dark shirt. "Take your time. This is a safe space." Emily swallowed. "I... I've never been able to finish. Not once. Not with anyone. Not even alone." He nodded, no judgment in his eyes. "That's why you're here. Today we'll do a full physical assessment. Clothing off, please. Lie on the table when you're ready." She hesitated only a moment, then began to undress. Her sweater came off first, then her jeans, leaving her in a simple white bra and panties. When those followed, cool a
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Chapter: FUCKING THE VIP GUEST (3) His hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing firmly as he began to thrust again, slow and deliberate, promising another round. I could feel the heat building in my core, the slickness of my pussy coating his shaft as he pulled out almost completely before driving back in with a steady, teasing rhythm. My breath hitched, each slide sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine, and I moaned low, urging him on. “More… give me more,” I whispered, my voice raw with need. He chuckled, a dark, amused sound that vibrated against my chest. “You want it? You’re gonna beg for it,” he growled, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of my hips. Without warning, his palm came down hard on my left ass cheek, the sting sharp and electric. I gasped, the sound half moan, half gasp, as the impact reverberated through my body. “Don’t you dare think you’re done yet,” he snarled, his voice low and commanding, the words dripping with dominance. He lifted me effortlessly, flipping me onto my stomach on
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Chapter: FUCKING THE VIP GUEST (2) Now… beg me to let you finish.” His eyes widened, the hunger in them flaring like a struck match. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought to find words past the roar of his need. “Please… Lola… I need to come inside you. I need to feel your pussy clamp around my cock while I fill you up. Let me fuck you… let me make you scream.” A wicked grin spread across my lips, and I shifted my weight, swinging my leg over his thighs. The sequined dress rode up higher, exposing the slick heat of my core, the lace of my panties already soaked through. I positioned myself directly above his throbbing shaft, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, the precum slicking the tip like a promise. “You want it?” I whispered, voice low and rough, my breath ghosting over his ear. “You want to feel me stretch around you?” He nodded, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled me down. I lowered myself slowly, savoring the stret
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Chapter: CHAPTER 52 Elena's POV I woke up to sunlight and Alexander's arm across my waist and the smell of coffee already brewing somewhere in the apartment. For a moment I just lay there. No phone. No Patricia. No court filings or league reviews or anonymous messages or the particular tight anxiety that had been the first thing I felt every morning for longer than I wanted to count. Just sunlight. His arm. Coffee. I could hear him breathing, slow and even, still asleep, which was rare enough that I did not move. Alexander did not sleep easily or deeply or for long. I had learned that early. So I stayed still and watched the light move across the ceiling and listened to the city starting its morning outside the window and felt, with a completeness that was almost startling, entirely at peace. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He was awake before the second buzz, the way he always was, some internal alarm that never fully switched off even in sleep. He reached for it without sitting up, read the
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Chapter: CHAPTER 51 Elena's POV He walked through the bakery door at six fifteen and I knew immediately that the league office had not been kind. Not because he looked broken. Alexander never looked broken. It was subtler than that. The way he carried himself was the same as always, straight and controlled, but something behind his eyes was doing the work of holding everything together that his posture usually did automatically, and after months of learning the private version of his face I could see exactly what it was costing him. I did not say anything. I just looked at him from behind the counter and let him come in. Miss Clara appeared from the kitchen, read the room in approximately one second, untied her apron, hung it on the hook by the door, picked up her bag, and said, "I will see you both tomorrow," without breaking stride. The front door closed behind her with a soft click. Just like that it was only the two of us. "Sit down," I said. "I am fine." "I did not ask if you were fine," I
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Chapter: CHAPTER 50 Elena's POV The news broke on a Thursday morning. I was behind the counter at Clara's, elbow deep in the second batch of cinnamon rolls, when Miss Clara turned up the small television she kept in the back office during busy mornings and called out to me in a voice that had lost all of its usual warmth. "Elena. Come here." I came around the counter still dusting flour from my hands. On the screen, a sports journalist I vaguely recognized was reading from a prepared statement, the ticker at the bottom scrolling the same words over and over. DAMIEN VOLKOV FILES FORMAL COMPLAINT AGAINST ALEXANDER ST. JAMES. ALLEGES MATCH FIXING AND BRIBERY OF LEAGUE OFFICIALS. I stood there and read it three times. "That is a lie," I said. My voice came out flat. "I know it is a lie," Miss Clara said, very quietly. I reached for my phone. Alexander had already texted, one message, sent four minutes ago. "I know. Do not panic. I am handling it." I typed back immediately. "Where are you?" "Lea
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Chapter: Chapter 49 Damien's POV I got the call on a Tuesday. Not from Pavel. Not from my lawyers. From a number I did not recognize, which I should not have answered, and which I answered anyway because something in me already knew who it was. "They have a name," the masked voice said. No greeting. No preamble. My chest tightened. "What name?" "Victor Rowe. St. James's people identified him yesterday. They are running a full trace on his finances as we speak." I said nothing for a moment. The name meant nothing to me. But the fact that the figure knew exactly what St. James's security team was doing, in real time, meant something very significant. "How do you know what his team is running?" I asked. A pause. The deliberate kind. "That is not your concern," the voice said. "It absolutely is my concern," I said. "If you have a source inside his operation—" "I said it is not your concern." The flatness of it stopped me cold. There was something different tonight. Less of the careful, patient c
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Chapter: CHAPTER 48 Alexander's POV Marcus called me during practice. I never take calls during practice. Everyone who works with me knows that. So when my phone lit up with his name in the middle of a drill, I skated straight to the boards without waiting for the whistle. "Talk," I said. "I have a partial identification on the man in the photograph," Marcus said. "His name is Victor Rowe. He played in the Eastside Junior League the same two seasons you and Daniel did. He aged out the year before you did." "I do not remember him." "You would not have. He was not on your team. He played for a rival club, the Ridgemont side. You would have faced each other on the ice maybe twice a season at most." "What does he do now?" "That is where it gets interesting," Marcus said. "On paper, nothing remarkable. He works in private security, registered firm, mid-level clients. But his financial history has some significant gaps. Periods where there is almost no traceable income and then sudden large deposits t
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Chapter: CHAPTER 47 Elena's POV I showed Alexander the photograph that same evening. He did not say anything at first. He just stood in the kitchen with the picture in his hands, staring at the second row of boys, his jaw tight. "You saw this man outside the bakery," he said. "Three days ago. I thought I was imagining it." "Describe him." "Mid-forties, maybe. Average height. He was wearing a dark jacket. He was smoking." I paused. "It was the stillness that caught me. He stood the way you stand when you are watching something, not waiting for something." Alexander set the photograph on the counter very carefully, the way a person sets something down when they are trying not to react. "I need to send this to Marcus tonight," he said. "Okay." "Elena." He looked up at me. "You were right to trust the feeling. You should always trust that feeling." "I know," I said. "I just did not want to be the person who sees danger in everything." "That is not what you are doing," he said. "That is not who y
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Chapter: Chapter 64 Julian’s POV I stormed through the woods with Marcus right beside me, my heart slamming against my ribs like a fucking war drum. The mate bond had been screaming at me for the last twenty minutes—Rowan was in trouble. Real trouble. My wolf clawed inside my chest, wanting blood, wanting to rip apart whoever dared touch her. "Where the hell is she?" I growled, fists clenched so tight my knuckles cracked. Marcus didn't answer right away. His baby blue eyes were sharp, scanning every shadow. "The bond says she's close. But I can't smell a damn thing. It's like someone cut off my nose." Same for me. No scent of pine, no trace of Rowan's sweet honey smell, nothing. Just empty air. It pissed me off more than anything. Alphas don't lose their senses. Not us. Not the Knox twins. We pushed deeper, branches snapping under our boots. Then I saw her. Rowan stood frozen in a small clearing, her long black hair messy, hazel eyes wide with pure terror. She looked so small, so fucking scared.
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Chapter: Chapter 63 Marcus’s POV I paced the hallway like a caged animal, my heart slamming against my ribs. The mate bond pulled tight in my chest, sharp and painful, screaming that Rowan was in trouble danger. Real danger. “Julian!” I shouted, my voice was rough. “Where the fuck is she?” Julian burst out of the study, eyes wild, grey eyes almost black with rage. “I felt it too. She’s scared, Marcus. Something’s wrong.” We took off running, boots pounding on the marble floors. Guards scrambled out of our way as we stormed through the mansion. “Find Rowan!” Julian barked at the nearest enforcer. “Now!” The young wolf nodded fast. “Alpha, we saw Sabrina near the east wing earlier. She was acting strange, heading toward the woods.” My blood turned to ice. Sabrina. That bitch had been a thorn in our side for too long. If she laid one finger on Rowan… Julian’s face twisted. “If that whore touches even a strand of hair on Rowan’s head, I’ll rip her apart myself. Slowly.” “Same here,” I growled, fis
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Chapter: Chapter 62 Rowan’s POV The silver blade glinted in Sabrina's hand. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst. I stood there frozen, back against a tree, completely helpless. This was it. I was going to die right here in these woods like some forgotten stray. After everything — the betrayal, the breeder shit, the mating, the killings — it all ended with my mate's crazy ex sticking silver in my chest. Sabrina's lips curled into a nasty smile. "You think you're so special now, don't you? Their Luna? Their fucking whore who stole Julian from me. Time to fix that." She raised the blade higher. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the pain. But the pain never came. Instead, I heard a wet, sickening crunch. Sabrina gasped once, a short, surprised sound. Then her body hit the ground with a heavy thud. My eyes flew open. Sabrina lay on her back, staring up at nothing. A woman stood over her, tall and calm like she had all the time in the world. In her right hand, she
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Chapter: Chapter 61 Rowan’s POV I stood at the edge of the mansion garden, my heart still racing from everything that happened after the mating ceremony. Sabrina had been thrown out of the Crescent Moon Pack like trash. Julian and Marcus made it clear—she was no longer welcome. Part of me felt bad, but most of me didn’t. She had made my life hell for weeks. Hot iron on my skin, nasty words, trying to turn everyone against me. Now she was gone. Or so I thought. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number. I picked it up anyway. “Rowan?” Sabrina’s voice came through, shaky and small. “It’s me. I… I know I fucked up bad. I just want to say I’m sorry. For everything.” I stayed quiet. Sorry? From her? She kept going. “Please. I’m at the edge of the woods, near the old clearing. I want to show you how sorry I am. Face to face. No tricks. I swear on the Moon Goddess. Come alone. I need to make this right before I leave town for good.” My gut twisted. Something felt wrong. My wolf stirred inside me, whi
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Chapter: Chapter 60 Julian’s POV “Alpha Elias!” I shouted, voice echoing down the empty hall. “You better answer, man!” Nothing. Just silence. The kind that made my skin crawl. Marcus was right behind me, his baby blue eyes narrowed. “He was supposed to meet us at dawn. Said he had important shit about the borders. Now he’s gone?” We pushed into his room. The bed was messed up, sheets tangled like he’d fought someone. A chair was knocked over. And there—on the floor by the window—a dark smear of blood. “Fuck,” I muttered, dropping to one knee. I touched it. Still wet. Fresh. “Marcus, look at this.” My twin crouched beside me. His calm face cracked just a bit. “Blood trail leads out. Let’s follow it.” We tracked it down the corridor, past two dead guards slumped against the wall with their throats slit clean. No struggle sounds. No howls. Nothing. The blood drops got thicker as we hit the stairs leading to the basement. My nose twitched, but I couldn’t catch a single scent. Not Elias’s fear-swe
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Chapter: Chapter 59 Rowan’s POV I woke up with my body tangled between Julian and Marcus. The sheets were still warm and smelled like us—sweat, sex, and that deep alpha scent that now felt like home. My muscles ached in the best way. Last night replayed in my head: their hands, their mouths, the way they both claimed me at the same time until I screamed their names. No more breeder bullshit. They made me their mate. Their Luna. I shifted a little. Julian’s arm was heavy across my waist. Marcus had his face buried in my neck, breathing slow and even. For the first time in forever, I felt safe. Really safe. Then the dream slammed back into me. A woman with dark chestnut hair stood on a pile of dead Alphas. Bodies everywhere—twisted, bloody, eyes missing, chests ripped open. She had icy eyes. I couldn’t see her full face, but those eyes burned into me. Cold. Hungry. Like she owned the mountain of corpses under her feet. My heart started racing. I sat up fast, pushing the twins off me. “Fuck,” I whis
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Chapter: Chapter 11~ POV DE ROWAN ~ Las semanas se habían convertido en una borrosa sucesión de silencios estériles y repetidos intentos fallidos. Cada vez que llegaba mi ciclo, la tensión en la mansión aumentaba hasta que el aire parecía lo bastante denso como para asfixiarme. Podía sentir la frustración de Julian vibrando a través de las paredes de la mansión. Era impaciente y, cada vez más, peligrosa. Estaba sentada en el pequeño salón acristalado, mirando los jardines perfectamente cuidados de la finca Crescent Moon, cuando la puerta se abrió de golpe. Ni siquiera tuve que darme la vuelta. El aroma a pino y a colonia cara entró en la habitación antes que él. —Rowan. A mi despacho. Ahora —ordenó Julian. No me moví. Mantuve la mirada fija en un pájaro posado sobre la valla del jardín. —Estoy ocupada, Julian. Antes de que pudiera parpadear, ya estaba al otro lado de la habitación. Su mano se cerró alrededor de la parte superior de mi brazo; su agarre era de hierro. Me levantó de un tirón con un g
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Chapter: Chapter 10~ PUNTO DE VISTA DE ROWAN ~ El silencio en el comedor no duró mucho después de que salí. Podía oír la débil voz de Julian dando órdenes a los sirvientes, pero no me detuve a escuchar. Mantuve la cabeza en alto hasta llegar a las pesadas puertas de roble de la biblioteca. Era el único lugar en esta enorme y fría fortaleza donde sentía que podía respirar. Empujé las puertas y entré. El olor a papel viejo y cuero me invadió de inmediato. Era mejor que el aroma a sándalo y lluvia que solía nublar mi mente cuando los gemelos estaban cerca. —No pensé que tendrías ganas de leer después de esa actuación —dijo una voz. Di un respingo y me giré. Marcus estaba sentado en un gran sillón junto a la ventana. Tenía un libro en el regazo y sus ojos azul cielo me observaban con una mirada que no lograba descifrar. No era la calidez que veía en los ojos de Julian, pero tampoco era frialdad. —No estoy de humor para nada, Marcus —espeté, dirigiéndome al estante más alejado—. Solo quería alejarm
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Chapter: Chapter 9~ PUNTO DE VISTA DE ROWAN ~ Apreté los cubiertos con tanta fuerza que mis nudillos se pusieron blancos. Mi lobo interior gruñía, un sonido bajo y feroz en mi mente. «Arráncale la garganta», susurró la bestia. «Demuéstrales que no somos débiles». «Me sorprende que estés tan preocupada por mi barriga, Sabrina», dije con voz baja y firme. Los ojos de Sabrina se entrecerraron. «¿Preocupada? Me divierte. Eres una solución temporal para una necesidad permanente. Eres una herramienta. Nada más». «Una herramienta que actualmente vive en la suite del Alfa», repliqué, mirándola por fin a los ojos. «Una herramienta con la que Julian y Marcus pasan las noches. No te he visto en el ala residencial últimamente. De hecho, no te he visto en ningún otro lugar que no sean las áreas comunes». La mesa quedó en completo silencio. El rostro de Sabrina adquirió un tono púrpura moteado. «Pequeña perra», siseó. Llevo años al lado de Julian. Soy su compañera. Eres una necesidad biológica. ¿De verda
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Chapter: Chapter 8~ PUNTO DE VISTA DE ROWAN Los siguientes días transcurrieron entre el frío mármol, las luces parpadeantes de las cámaras y el olor denso y asfixiante de los gemelos Knox. Era una invitada que en realidad era una prisionera, una mujer que en realidad era un útero. Cada vez que cerraba los ojos, sentía el peso fantasma de Julian o Marcus presionándome contra el colchón, sus marcas palpitando en mi piel como si fueran marcas de posesión. Estaba sentada junto a la ventana de mi suite, contemplando el gris horizonte de Moon Haven, cuando la puerta se abrió con un clic. Esta vez no era una camarera. Julian estaba allí. Lucía increíblemente apuesto con un traje gris carbón que ceñía su figura esbelta y musculosa. Su cabello oscuro estaba peinado hacia atrás y sus ojos grises eran penetrantes como el pedernal. No me saludó. No me preguntó cómo estaba. "Vístete", dijo. Su voz era un murmullo grave que vibraba en mi pecho. "Vamos a tener un almuerzo formal. Asistirán los altos mandos y
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Chapter: Chapter 7~ PUNTO DE VISTA DE ROWAN El vestido de seda era demasiado suave. Se sentía como una capa de aceite sobre mi piel, una burla a las ásperas túnicas de lana que había usado en Lunar Crest. Estaba de pie en medio de la enorme suite, con los oídos resonando por el silencio que Julian había dejado. Se había marchado como si la noche anterior hubiera sido una simple transacción comercial. Como si mi cuerpo fuera solo un trozo de papel que él había firmado. Miré la puerta. Miré la ventana. Miré la cama. "No me quedo aquí", susurré. Mi loba interior gimió, un sonido bajo y sumiso que me daban ganas de gritar. Estaba confundida. Sentía el calor persistente de los aromas de los gemelos —la lluvia y el humo de la leña— y quería acurrucarse y esperar a que volvieran. Pero yo no era solo una loba. Era una mujer que había sido traicionada, vendida y marcada. Me acerqué a la puerta y giré la manija. Esperaba que estuviera cerrada con llave. Esperaba un chasquido desafiante. En cambio, se a
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Chapter: Chapter 6~ PUNTO DE VISTA DE ROWANMi cuerpo era un mapa de la noche anterior. Mi piel pálida estaba cubierta de marcas. Moratones de color púrpura oscuro brotaban en mis caderas, donde los dedos de Julian me habían sujetado con fuerza. Tenía leves marcas rojas en los muslos, y un chupetón profundo y oscuro destacaba en la curva de mi cuello, justo encima de la clavícula.Pero no eran solo los moretones. Mi olor había cambiado. Incluso con mis sentidos embotados, podía olerlos en mí. El aroma intenso y almizclado de dos Alfas poderosos se aferraba a mi piel, marcándome como suya.Levanté la mano y toqué la marca de mi cuello. Palpitó ligeramente bajo mis dedos. Para cualquier otro lobo de esta manada, esta marca era un signo de estatus. Significaba que estaba bajo la protección de los gemelos Knox. Significaba que era intocable.Pero al mirarme en el espejo, no vi a una mujer protegida. Vi un pájaro en una jaula dorada. Vi a una chica a la que le habían arrebatado su nombre, su manada y su dig
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