Primal Craving
Camellia Reid just wants to raise her deaf sister, dance in the dark for just enough to get by, and keep her world tightly controlled. But when a man with wildfire eyes and a voice like a sin-soaked promise walks into her club, everything begins to unravel.
Lucien Draven is Alpha of the Obsidian Pack and is ruthless, revered, and bound by legacy. The moment he sees her, he knows. She’s his mate. His bond. The one thing fate gave him without permission.
But she’s human.
And humans don’t belong in his world.
Still, he touches. He takes with hands that worship and a name only she gets to whisper.
Torn between love and duty, he hides her to protect her only to break her by doing so.
Loved in private. Denied in public.
Their nights burn,Their secrets bleed.
But when Lucien’s silence cuts too deep, Camellia turns to the man who lingers in the shadows of her life,Darius Thorne. He is the Alpha of a rival pack and Lucien’s estranged blood. Cold where Lucien is fire, he offers her safety, power, maybe even something like peace.
Now torn between two alphas, hunted by the ghosts of a world she never asked to enter, Camellia must choose who to trust before it becomes her undoing.
Because sometimes, fate doesn’t feel like a blessing.
Sometimes, it feels like a trap wrapped in heat, hunger, and teeth.
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Chapter: Chapter 8All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire—Edgar Allan poeDARIUSThere’s a kind of presence that stirs something in a man, and it hit me with her in a way it hadn’t in years.“Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I made them run more rounds than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise, the pounding feet and the sharp exhales to drown out the chaos in my chest.Something was unraveling in me and I didn’t ask for it.“Nah, fuck you. Do the rounds yourself,” Alaric groaned, collapsing beside me like he’d been shot, his chest heaving like he’d just outrun death itself.I shot a warning snarl at my beta without saying a word, lifting one hand to motion to the others that they could take a break. They dropped immediately, forming sweaty heaps of exhausted werewolves across the training ground.I stalked toward the punching bag, still full
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
Chapter: Chapter 7I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.— Sylvia PlathCAMELLIAI was exhausted.“Good job, ladies!” I called out, clapping lightly as the teen dancers caught their breath. Their giggles echoed through the mirrored studio, sweat gleaming on flushed cheeks. I could see how proud they were of themselves, and that made every ache in my lower back worth it.Maybe this job wasn't so bad after all.The music faded, and I stretched my arms overhead, groaning slightly as my spine popped. My ponytail was limp, and my leggings had seen better days but I didn’t mind. This was my safe place. Inside these walls, I was just the instructor who helped teenagers move their bodies without shame and for the first time in days, that was enough.My brain had been politely ignoring everything that happened two weeks ago starting with the severed finger, Lucien’s sudden appearance but mostly the fact that my deadbeat father now had a bite mark that looked suspiciously canine. But mostly? The
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: Chapter 6You were destined for me, perhaps as a punishment—Fyodor DostoevskyLUCIENI’d faced coups, rogue attacks, and near-death. But somehow, one stubborn human with vanilla shampoo had me spiraling.The meeting dragged on about rogue attacks, territory disputes, cross-pack alliances, the usual chaos of werewolf politics but I couldn’t bring myself to care.Between my fingers, I twirled the bracelet she didn’t realize she’d dropped. Four days since her scent clung to it, and still, it taunted me faintly, fading, but enough to drive my wolf mad with hunger.The room was packed with wolves from different territories. Some former alphas, some current.My father sat two chairs down, silent but watchful. Darius was three seats away looking relaxed,cocky and insufferably at ease like he didn’t know I was one heartbeat away from tearing his throat out.How dare he?Come into my pack… lay his hands on what was mine.“Lucien,” Nyla's voice cut through the room like a blade dipped in amusement. “If
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: Chapter 5"Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly."— Charles AddamsCAMELLIA.Lucien.Of course his name sounded like an overpriced candle or a perfume ad. Because God forbid he be named Paul or Dave.“Clear the room.”Big, brawny, intimidating men with similar tattoos to Lucien’s inked across their bodies and eyes like they’d seen and personally started wars filed out immediately after he spoke without a single complaint.Lucien stood bare chested in front of me with a stoic expression,like he wasn't the reason an army of man-mountains just tiptoed out like toddlers caught stealing cookies.I was still torn between being impressed or mildly concerned when he stepped close , so close our noses nearly touched and took a long, dramatic sniff of my hair.“You used vanilla today,” he murmured.Okay,Mildly concerned had just become very concerned.“Good hands,” he said next, brushing his fingers over mine. “Strong fingers”I struggled to keep my eyes on his face,
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: Chapter 4The scariest kind of danger is the one that makes your body lean in before your brain can scream “ run.” "— R.M. ThorneCAMELLIAI'll let it be.That was what I told myself after I saw the text from Bobby and the box sitting at my doorstep.I’ll find a way around it.I told myself again after the first rent notice came in,a payment I hadn’t missed once.I was going to be fineI reassured myself but more than half my paycheck vanished the moment I bought Lilah’s meds.Six years old, and already battling such an illness. Not cancer, technically, but the drugs she needed might as well have been made of crushed diamonds.The gift boxes came every day. Each one larger than the last but they remained unopened.All from the same guy with the same sloppy cursive writing and same address scribbled on it.“For the moon that lights up my darkest hunts.”I scoffed at the cheesiness of the notes that always came with the gifts.What the hell does that even mean?Still, gotta admire his consistency
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: Chapter 3 How do I look away now that I have seen you?-Rachel menniesLUCIENI was burning.Not just warm , feverish. My skin was slick with sweat, my muscles coiled tight beneath me but I couldn’t focus on anything except the throb between my legs.I was in the forest.Barefoot.Naked. Hard.Gods… her.I caught onto her scent quickly.Lavender.My feet moved before thoughts caught up. I was hunting but she wasn’t running. She stood there, back arched and chest bare to the night, her body bathed in moonlight like it belonged to the goddess herself.And she wasn’t scared.She wanted me.“Lucien” she breathed, the sound curling into my ear like smoke. “Claim me.”I didn’t walk,I lunged. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her against me, grinding my cock against her bare skin as she let out the softest whimper,so fucking sweet I saw stars.She tilted her head, baring her neck like prey. I growled, dragging my tongue from her shoulder up to her jaw, sucking hard until I knew she'd bruise. I needed to mark he
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
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