Claimed by the Rogue Brother
He was the brother she was told to stay away from. Now, only he could protect her.
Azzianna's honeymoon should have been a dream. Instead, it turned into a nightmare. On the luxury cruise ship Northern Star, she entered her room and found her husband Julian with her best friend. The betrayal was more painful than she could bear. Julian did not love her; he only married her to steal her family's powerful land.
Hiding her tears, Azzianna ran to the cold deck of the ship. There, she met Lucian. He was Julian's older brother, a brave Alpha biker with scars and a dangerous reputation. He was the man everyone in the group feared.
To protect herself and get revenge, Azzianna made a deal with Lucian. They would pretend to be in love to humiliate Julian and take away his power. It was supposed to be a game. But every time Lucian touches her, the spark seems real.
Soon, Lucian tells her a secret: he's not pretending. He's loved her from afar for years, knowing she's his true mate.
Now, stranded on a ship full of enemies, Azzianna has a choice. Will she run from the man who broke her heart, or will she trust her "dangerous" brother who promises to burn the world to keep her safe? On this ship, the only thing more dangerous than a lie is a love that's always been destined.
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Chapter: Chapter 8 Arctic sunlight spilled across the hangar floor, turning the spilled oil and melting ice into a mosaic of shimmering gold. I stood over the shivering form of Edward Vailant, my hand still gripping the Silver-Bane Seal. The metal was warm, humming with the residual energy of the reactor core. Beneath the surface, a new truth waited. Silas groaned, his frozen limbs cracking as he tried to shift back into human form. His eyes, once bright with the blue fire of the Frost-Wolf, were now dull and defeated. Lucian stood beside me, his chest heaving, his wolf-black hair matted with sweat and frost. He looked down at his father, then at me, his gaze lingering on the small parchment I held between my trembling fingers. "Names," Lucian rumbled, his voice still vibrating with the power of the wolf. "Why are there names inside the Seal?" The paper was brittle, yellowed by years of being tucked away in the Seal's hollow core. My eyes burned as I read the handwriting. It wasn't Julian’s messy s
Last Updated: 2026-02-27
Chapter: Chapter 7 - take back our homeForge was no longer a workshop; it was a suffocating metal box. The piercing Arctic water rose to our waists, its glacial touch turning my legs into numb pillars of stone. Above, the emergency lights failed, leaving only the murky red pulse of manual alarms. The air was a viscous mix of salt, ozone, and the metallic tang of blood. The environment felt alive, a malicious force trying to crush the life out of us. The ship didn't just feel like it was sinking; it felt like it was inhaling the ocean, pulling the weight of the deep into our lungs. "Lucian! Behind you!" My voice was a hollow rasp. The Silver-Hunter materialized from the clinging shadows like a ghost. He stood on a floating equipment crate, his silver-tipped harpoon aimed at Lucian’s spine. The Hunter’s eyes were hidden behind void-like goggles, reflecting the rhythmic, bloody blink of the alarm. Lucian had no time to turn. He was still straining against the sliding bulkhead that threatened to crush Sloane and the ot
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 6The steel floor didn't just glow; it screamed. The sound of high-powered lasers cutting through the hull of the Northern Star was a high-pitched whine that set my teeth on edge. If the Hunters breached the hull here, the pressure of the Arctic ocean would cave in the engine room, or worse, ignite the fuel lines."Everyone back!" Lucian roared, his silver chain wrapping around his fist. "Sloane, get the emergency seals!""There's no time for seals!" Sloane yelled back over the hiss of melting metal. "They’re cutting right into the primary line. One spark and this whole deck is gone".The Ticking Clock was no longer hours; it was seconds. I could see the red-hot tip of a thermal blade poking through the floor. The feeling of being trapped in a sinking, exploding tomb made my lungs tighten."Lucian, move," I said. My voice was eerily calm"Azzianna, get back!" Lucian turned, his eyes wide with fear for me. "You don't know what that fire will do.""I know it's mine," I replied.I stepped
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 5 — Trial of AshThe lower decks of the ship were a tomb of rusted steel. Up above, the ship was a palace of glass and gold, but down here in "The Forge," the air was thick with the smell of hot oil and old exhaust. I stood at the edge of the motorcycle bay, shivering as red emergency lights flickered on and off. Every time the ship hit a sheet of ice, the floor groaned beneath my feet. "The Hunters are coming," I said again. My voice sounded small in the massive room. Sloane did not move. She was the leader of Lucian’s bikers, a woman built of muscle and scars. She held a hunting knife that caught the red light like a drop of blood. Behind her, five other riders stepped out of the shadows. They did not look like the polite guards from my wedding. They looked like predators. "I don't care about the Hunters, Princess," Sloane spat. Her voice was rough, like sandpaper on wood. "And I don't care about your lier husband. My only job is to keep this pack alive. Lucian thinks you are special,
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 4Grand Dining Hall of the Northern Star was a cathedral of arrogance. High ceilings dripped with crystal chandeliers that rattled with every vibration of the ship’s engines. Thousands of wolves in designer suits and evening gowns sat at long tables, their silver forks clinking against china. They were the elite, the "pure" bloodlines of the North, and today they had gathered for the Victory Breakfast—the public celebration of the Thorne and Silver-Bane merger. But as I stood at the heavy mahogany doors, I didn't feel like a bride. I felt like a soldier walking into a trap. Lucian’s hand was a heavy, grounding weight on the small of my back. He had swapped his frost-covered biker jacket for a clean black shirt, but he still looked like a wolf among sheep. The scars on his jaw were a map of every battle he had won, and his grey eyes were sharp, scanning the room for the Silver-Hunters we knew were hiding in plain sight. "Remember," Lucian whispered, his voice a low vibration that on
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 3Lucian’s suite was unlike the one I had shared with Julian for a few hours of my marriage. Julian’s room was filled with gold, white flowers, and soft silk. It was like a birdcage made for a pet. Lucian’s room was dark. It smelled of old wood, heavy leather, and the cold Arctic air. It felt like a wolf’s den dangerous, solid, and real. He sat me down in the middle of the large rug. I was still wearing his heavy leather jacket over my thin nightgown. I felt small, but for the first time in years, I didn’t faint. I looked out the large glass windows. Outside, icebergs floated like giant ghosts in the dark water. The ship was moving fast now, thrashing against the waves. "You should sleep," Lucian said. He walked over to a small bar and poured himself a glass of dark liquid. He didn't look at me. "The sun will be up in a few hours. When it does, the High Alpha will call the Elders. They will want to see us together. They will want to tear us apart." "How can I sleep?" I asked. My vo
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
MY HUSBAND'S HIDDEN TRUTH
I married Leander Ivanov for love – even if our life together was more steady than passionate. After two years of building a quiet life side by side, I thought we were finally ready to start a family. I planned to tell him I was pregnant on his 30th birthday, surrounded by his favorite meal and the custom watch I’d spent months creating just for him.
But when I turn on the news, I see him with Wren Harris – his first love, back in town after five years abroad. They look like the perfect couple, and the way he looks at her makes my heart shatter into pieces. When he comes home, he claims it was just a coincidence – but then Wren shows up at our door, wearing my watch and revealing the flowers he gave me were meant for her.
As Wren and her mysterious business partner Leon Rossi weave their way into our lives, I start to suspect there’s more to their return than meets the eye. The rumors about a hostile takeover of Ivanov Industries aren’t just gossip – they’re part of a dangerous plan to destroy everything Leander’s family built.
Now I have to fight for my marriage, my unborn child, and the company that means everything to the man I love. But can I trust Leander to choose us over the woman he once thought was his soulmate? And will the truth be enough to save us when lies threaten to tear our world apart?
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Chapter: Chapter 20Leander's POVI’ve been standing in the alley behind the old market for twenty minutes, watching the crowd move like water through the narrow streets. The air smells like fried fish, fresh bread, and the sharp scent of spices from the stall at the corner—Quinn used to love coming here with me, back when we thought every day could be this simple. We’d spend hours walking from stall to stall, her hands full of fabric swatches and sketches, mine carrying bags of food she’d insist on buying for the workers at the factory. “They make everything we sell,” she’d say, handing me a bag of warm samosas. “The least we can do is make sure they eat well.”I came here today because Wren said Quinn might be stopping by the weaver’s stall—“She’s looking for new fabric for the collection,” she’d told me yesterday. “Maybe you could talk to her, just say hello.” But now that I’m here, hidden in the shadows, watching her laugh at something the man next to her says, I can’t move. My feet feel like they’re
Last Updated: 2026-03-19
Chapter: Chapter 19Wren's POVThe bell above the door of my family’s old fabric shop jingles as I push my way inside, and the familiar smell hits me dust, wool, and the faint sweetness of dried lavender my great-grandma used to keep in jars on every shelf. The shop has been closed for fifteen years, but I still come here at least once a week. It’s the only place where I can think straight, where the weight of what I’m doing doesn’t feel quite so heavy.I run my hand over a bolt of dark green wool my great-grandpa William bought this the year before Elias Ivanov pushed him out of the company. “Good fabric lasts forever, Wren,” he used to tell me when I was little, letting me sit on his lap while he cut cloth for customers. “Just like good work you have to put your whole heart into it if you want it to mean something.” I wonder what he’d think if he knew what I’m doing now using the same care he taught me to weave a web of half-truths and good intentions, all to get what I want.I pull out a small wooden
Last Updated: 2026-03-19
Chapter: Chapter 18Lincoln's POV The alarm on my phone goes off at five thirty, but I was already awake. I’ve never been a heavy sleeper—not since I was a kid, when my grandma would wake me up before dawn to help her bake bread for the shop she ran. She’d say, “The best work gets done when the world is still quiet, Lincoln. That’s when your mind is clear.” I’ve lived by that ever since.I swung my legs out of bed and pull on jeans and a gray hoodie, my go-to for early mornings. I pad down the hall to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of dark roast, and look out the window at the garden. In a few minutes, I’ll head over to the villa to check on Quinn—she moved in yesterday, and I want to make sure she slept well.I’ve been thinking about her a lot since the day I almost hit her by the river. Not just as a designer I want to work with, but as a person. There’s something about the way she carries herself, quiet strength, like she’s been through hell but refuses to let it break her. It reminds me of my gran
Last Updated: 2026-03-19
Chapter: Chapter 17The morning sun streams through the hospital window, it feels warm on my face. I woke up early, took a bath and prepared my staffs I have not been able to sleep much because of a little bit of excitement. I hold the photo of my mom for a minute, running my thumb over her smile. “We’re leaving today, Mom,” I whispered. “We’re starting over.”A knock comes at the door, Lincoln is already here. He walks in with a coffee in one hand and a small paper bag in the other. He is wearing jeans and a soft blue shirt – he looks more like a friend than a company owner.“Good morning, Quinn,” he brightly said, handing me the coffee. “I brought you your favorite, black with just a little honey.”"How did you know it's my favorite coffee?" My eyebrows frowned. As what I have remembered, I didn't mention the flavor of the coffee I want."Connections?" He said unsurely and it makes me laugh a little bit. "Thank you." He helps me pack the last few things, then picks up my bag and holds out his arm fo
Last Updated: 2026-03-17
Chapter: Chapter 16Quinn's POV The hospital room smells like clean sheets and medicine so I asked my new friend Lincoln to bring some air freshener. The walls are white and plain, but I pasted a photo of my mother on the wall next to my bed, she is smiling, holding a bouquet of white lilies, it's her favorite, and mine too.I sit up slow, careful not to pull on the IV line in my arm. Dr. Reyes said I can go home tomorrow and the baby is stable now, and my body is healing. But 'home' does not feel like a real place anymore. My apartment is small and quiet, and every corner reminds me of Leander. I have been thinking about finding a new place, but I do not have the energy to look for some yet. I heard a knock on the door, it was gentle, like whoever is there does not want to startle me. I said “come in,” and Lincoln walks in. He is holding a big bouquet of white lilies in one hand and a small pot in the other. His face lights up when he sees me.“Quinn!” he said smiling, walking over to my bed. “How ar
Last Updated: 2026-03-17
Chapter: Chapter 15Quinn’s POV I walked out of the hotel and my legs feel like they are made of paper. I can’t believe what I just saw. I am so thankful for Maya who has seen Leander going into that hotel. That night, she told me not to be surprised because she saw my husband going somewhere so I ordered her to follow him secretly, my trust isn't fully coming back yet. Then after twenty minutes I received a call from her. "He entered in a luxury hotel near the office, he seemed drunked, did you two fight again?" She asked me, he didn't tell me he was meeting with someone at the hotel. "No, I went home after the press conference and he stayed at the office. Maybe he just drink to ease the anxiety he is feeling right now," I heared a sigh on the line."Alright, I'll keep you updated." She said, I nodded. She ended the call.Out of my curiosity, I drove my car and went to that luxury hotel Maya told me. The hotel confirmed that a Mr. Ivanov was there, I told them I was her wife so they gave me the roo
Last Updated: 2026-03-16
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