LOGINLauraI woke up in Sam's arms, his hand still wrapped around mine, his head resting on the edge of the hospital bed, passed out. Even in sleep, his brow was furrowed, like he was guarding something precious.Watching his tired face, everything from last night crashed back—Pack Hall, the silver shackles that left burns on his skin, and that overwhelming connection through our mate bond.I wiggled my fingers, and Sam snapped awake. "Laura?" His voice was rough, still thick with sleep. "You okay? Anything hurt?""I'm good," I said, sitting up, feeling strength creep back into my body. "Way better than before."He studied me, eyes searching for any sign I was lying, then let out a relieved breath. "You know how dangerous last night was, right? If the mate bond hadn't given you that extra power...""But we made it, didn't we?" I cut him off, brushing my fingers along his cheek. "Sam, we're really together now."He grabbed my hand, pressing it to his chest. "Yeah, and nothing's split
Sam"You shouldn't be here," I said softly, reaching to steady her."I couldn't let you face this alone," she said, grabbing my hand. The electric spark of her touch shot through me. "Sam, we're in this together."The moment our hands met, a power I'd never felt before roared to life inside me, shattering the remaining shackles like they were paper. I could feel Laura's thoughts, her emotions, like she was the other half of my soul."Impossible." Edwin stared, stunned. "This... this is the true mate bond?"The elders stirred, whispering. They'd all heard the legend—true mates could share power, share consciousness, their bond creating a force strong enough to change everything."Now do you get it?" I pulled Laura close, feeling the warmth of her body. "The Moon Goddess made her choice. Laura is my fated mate.""Fated mate or not," an elder barked, standing, "we won't let mixed blood taint our lineage!""Then come try me," I challenged, my voice dripping with defiance.A group
SamThe air in Pack Hall was so heavy it could choke you. I knelt on the central platform, silver shackles biting into my wrists, burning like hell every time they touched my skin. Around me, over thirty elders sat, their eyes cold and vicious, like they were sizing up a lamb for slaughter.A few hours ago, just as I was about to cross the forest border into pack territory, a pack of wolves ambushed me from all sides. The fight came out of nowhere. I fought like hell to break through, but there were too many. They were ready—silver weapons, rigged traps, even some Alpha-suppressing drug.My strength drained bit by bit. Finally, a rope coated in silver dust tripped me, and I hit the ground hard. I struggled to get up, but strong hands pinned my shoulders down."Sam, you've disappointed us," Robert's voice sneered from above, cold and mocking. "A mighty Alpha, betraying his pack for an omega."I looked up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and grinned. "Betrayal? You're the ones who
Laura Tuva nodded hard, tears falling. "I threw away the weapon she gave me, begged her to let you go. I told her I couldn't hurt you, even if it meant I'd never have you. Real love is about protecting, not possessing.""I know I don't deserve forgiveness," he went on, his voice breaking. "But Laura, I had to tell you the truth. And... there's more. About Sam. I heard something.""Where is he?" I demanded, gripping the bedsheet."Pack Hall in Crescent City," Tuva said, his voice low, each word hitting like a hammer. "The Belle family's rallied all the elders against Sam, plus some power-hungry assholes who want the Alpha title. They say he betrayed the pack's pure-blood tradition by choosing an omega, going against the ancestors. Tonight, at midnight, they're... they're gonna execute him for treason."I glanced out the window. The night was deep, the moon high. "What time is it?"Tuva checked his watch. "Eleven forty."Twenty minutes. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it'd bur
LauraI woke up to the sharp smell of antiseptic filling the hospital room. The white ceiling made everything feel like a dream, my temples throbbing with a dull ache."Laura! You're awake!" Isabella's voice came from beside the bed, thick with tears. "You were out for a whole damn day and night! I thought you..."I struggled to sit up, but my body felt like it'd been run over by a truck—sore, weak, useless. Isabella rushed to help, propping up the bed to make me more comfortable."Where's Ryan?" My voice was hoarse, my throat dry as hell. "Is my son okay? Is he hurt?""He's fine. Safe," Isabella said, grabbing my hand. Her palm was warm, calloused. "Sam saved you both. Theodora's gone—she took off. Ryan's downstairs in the pediatric ward, with a nurse watching him."Hearing Sam's name made my heart race. He'd come through for me again, like he always did when I needed him most."Where's Sam?" I glanced around the sterile room. Not even a damn flower in sight—just me and Isabel
But I was faster. Before she could pull the trigger, I lunged, ripping the gun from her hands.She collapsed, her eyes full of defeat and bitterness. "You think this is over?" she laughed, hysterical. "Sam, you're naive. My family won't let this go. The pack's traditionalists won't either. You chose that omega—you chose war with tradition!""So what?" I said calmly. "To protect my family, I'll take on any enemy.""Wait and see," Theodora hissed, struggling to her feet, her eyes venomous. "You'll regret this."She bolted for the window while we were distracted, leaping out and landing in a car waiting outside. It peeled away before I could react."Should we chase her?" Tuva asked."No," I said, shaking my head. "Right now, Laura's what matters."I rushed to her side, checking her. She was pale, her breathing shallow, but her vitals seemed steady."We need to get her to a hospital," I said. "She probably passed out from shock and exhaustion."Tuva nodded. "I'll help.""Ryan, s
Natalie God, those online pictures don’t do him justice. The bastard is still obnoxiously handsome in person.That’s my first thought when I see him, because the moment Jaxon walks through those doors, I know I'm in trouble.At thirty-nine, he's grown into his features in a way that makes my mout
JaxonAdjusting my cufflinks in the hallway outside the media conference room, trying to get this interview over with as quickly as possible, I watch as my assistant Liza approaches.She’s clutching her tablet with that look she gets when she thinks she needs to sell me on something.“I really thin
Jaxon The afternoon air is thick with the metallic scent of sweat and cut grass.I run through the practice drill, my arm snapping forward and launching a tight spiral thirty yards down the field.The ball rockets through the air, landing right in the corner of the end zone, where my receiver wou
Natalie “You are gonna poke a hole in his face if you keep staring at him like that.” Freda’s voice slams me from behind, and I turn around, hand on my heart.“Jesus Christ, you scared me.”Standing in the doorway, my best-friend-slash-roommate holds grocery bags in one hand and a gym bag slung ov







