INICIAR SESIÓN"You want to know what I am?" his voice is barely controlled. "I'm possessive. You're mine, Summer. Not his. Not anyone else's. Mine." "Possessive isn't love, Luxian...." I said gasping. "Who said anything about love?" His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. "Did you let him touch you like this?" his other hand finds my blouse, ripping it open with one sharp pull. Buttons scatter across the floor. "Did you shake for him the way you shake for me? Did you wet the way your cunt wet for me?" *** Things can't seem to get any worse for Summer, branded as a lunatic, barren, and stabbed in the back by her husband, Rhys Glomarian, and stepsister, Virginia Paraguz. She loses it all in one day. *** It was Rhys' birthday, and he announced to everyone that Virginia was his fated mate and was expecting Rhys' pups. Three years of a nightmare marriage was enough for her. Summer decided to rescue herself from that hellhole, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. None of the guests that night were moved to save her despite her disheveled and scarred condition. They even looked at her with disgust and mockery. But just when she was beginning to lose hope, an unexpected savior appeared – a cursed Alpha, dreaded by all for his ruthlessness. Still, he is the wealthiest and the most powerful of all, Alpha Luxian Alderon. That night, he arrived to rescue Summer from Rhys' grasp and claim her as his fate mate. But her joy in escaping Rhys is cut short when she learns that Luxian comes with a deadly curse for anyone who becomes his mate.
Ver másThe scent of wet pine and damp earth on the edge of the neutral territory did absolutely nothing to calm my mind.I sat on the edge of the bed in an old cabin that had once belonged to my grandmother, far beyond the outer borders of the Silver Moon Pack. This was where I had ended up. Exiling myself like a dying wolf, carrying nothing but a suitcase full of clothes and a heart shattered into pieces.The sun had just disappeared below the horizon, leaving streaks of blood-red light across the sky, as if mocking my misery.I touched my chest, right where our mate mark should have glowed with warmth. Now it felt like a block of ice. Cold, numb, and empty.The pain had started.Not just emotional pain, but something far worse. Physical agony.The ancient curse didn't care whether my husband had cheated on me or not. It didn't care that our marriage had fallen apart. The hourglass inside my body kept running.*Seventy days to get pregnant, or die.*I coughed softly. When I pulled my hand a
Summer's POVI sit at the breakfast table alone, staring at scrambled eggs I have no intention of eating.The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes eight times. Eight in the morning, and still no Luxian.The coffee has gone cold in my cup. I made it at six, thinking I heard his car in the driveway. False alarm. Just the groundskeeper arriving for work.The mansion feels different when he's not in it. Bigger. Emptier. Like all the warmth gets sucked out the moment he leaves.I should eat. Should pretend this is normal, that my husband staying out all night after our fight is something wives just handle with grace and understanding.But the eggs taste like cardboard, and my stomach feels like it's full of broken glass.Where did he go?The question has been circling my mind since three AM, when I finally accepted he wasn't coming home. Did he drive to some hotel to cool off? Visit pack territory to think?Or did he drive straight to Room 666 at the Moonridge Hotel?The thought makes m
Luxian's POVI wake up like I've been shot. Fuck. No gradual awareness. No gentle return to consciousness. Just instant, brutal clarity that something is fundamentally fucked.The scent hits me first, not Summer's clean vanilla warmth, but something darker. Expensive perfume mixed with sex and victory.Then the weight against my back. Warm skin that shouldn't be there.My eyes snap open to black silk and raven hair spilled across the pillow. Pale flesh that seems to glow in the dim hotel light filtering through heavy curtains.Remiora. Naked. Draped across me like she owns me.We're both bare under these black sheets.Fuck.Memory slams back in fragments. The bar. Too much whiskey laced with whatever magical poison she fed me. Her hands, her mouth, the systematic destruction of every wall I'd built against this exact scenario.The spell that's been eating away at my connection to Summer for days.I move fast, too fast. Roll off the bed so hard I crash into the wall, naked and disorien
Luxian's POVI drive like I'm running from death itself.The Porsche tears through mountain curves at speeds that would kill a lesser driver. But I don't give a fuck about death right now. Death would be simpler than the mess waiting for me at home.Summer's words chase me through every mile, every turn. The kind of accusation that cuts because it hits bone.Three hours and two hundred miles later, I slam the brakes outside some shithole roadside bar. The kind of place where alphas come to forget they have territories to run and mates who expect them to be better than they are.Perfect.I order whiskey. The good stuff. None of that watered-down bullshit they serve humans.The bartender knows better than to ask questions. Takes one look at me and keeps the bottle close.By the fourth shot, the edge comes off my rage. By the seventh, I start thinking maybe Summer was right. Maybe I am preparing to trade her in.Maybe I should stop fighting it."Drinking alone is such a waste of good whi


















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