LOGINDerek I yanked her inside and threw the lock. Her scent drowned me. Sweet. Familiar. Addictive. My blood roared hotter.I pressed her to the wall, pulled tight against her heat. Even through fabric I felt the silk of her skin, heard the hitch of her breath."Violet," I rasped into her ear, a husky voice I barely recognized.Then I saw it—her body shuddering as bones shifted and heat rolled off her in waves.She was shifting. My Violet was finally waking her wolf.Seeing her trembling in pain, I fought against the drug's effects and half-knelt down, gently cupping her head in my hands. I was her mate, and my scent could be an anchor for her.Don't hide from me, baby. Shift back. Let me see you."Breathe with me. Easy." I coached her, wrapping her in my scent. In that moment, I knew how low I'd fallen. I'd thrown consequences to the wind and bowed to the oldest hunger in me.Slowly, she smoothed out. The wolf slid back. Her clothes were wrecked by the shift, and she curled naked into
DerekEver since the day I pulled Violet out of that mess, she seeped into my blood like poison.Seven years. From the first time I saw those little punks picking on her, she burned herself into me like a brand. Small but stubborn, silver-white hair catching the sun, eyes clear and blazing with defiance. Humiliated, but she never bowed.The moment I pulled her free, something woke in me. Not pity. Not sympathy. Something primal and deep.She is my fated mate.I knew it the second her scent wrapped around me—that warm honey-and-vanilla note that belongs only to her. It quiets the beast in my bones, giving me peace like I'd never known.Mate bond is a fatal pull. Every time I saw her, my wolf snarled, demanding why I was holding it back, urging me to go to her, hold her, kiss her, and claim her. The wanting hurt so bad my body shook.As the Alpha heir about to take over our pack, the power in me ran too hot. It hurt. It made me miserable and violent. On full-moon nights I came apart at
VioletHe kissed me—hot, claiming, all Alpha. My last line of logic snapped. The wolf in me rose, greedy for his touch.His hands roamed my bare skin with a possessiveness that sent shivers racing down my spine, his calloused palms igniting every nerve as they traced the curve of my waist, up to the swell of my breasts.The private resting room in his domain was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single lantern, its shadows dancing across the fur-lined walls like whispers from our ancestors. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth—his scent, mingled with my own arousal, a heady perfume that made my wolf howl inside me.I pressed closer, my naked body molding against the hard planes of his clothed form, feeling the evidence of his desire straining against his pants."Derek," I gasped into his mouth as his tongue tangled with mine, dominant and demanding, tasting of wild forests and unbridled need.My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on
Violet I fumbled my things. In the scramble, a button clicked hard against the sink.Silence. Then—"What was that?" Liriel asked sharply.My heart raged against my ribs. Cold sweat soaked my back."Go check," Clarissa said, low.Heels tapped closer. Panic shook me. If they found me, I was dead. Breathe, Violet. Think.My gaze shot to the little window above the stalls. My mother might scold me for climbing like a tomboy if she saw this, but those childhood tree climbing paid off now. I wriggled up and out.As I hit the ground, Liriel's voice knifed through the air. "Who's there? He ran—go! Find him!"Her bodyguards surged after me. I ran. Branches tore my hem. Heels nearly dumped me. Footsteps pounded behind me, closing fast.I had to find Derek. I had to warn him. My feelings didn't matter. Our gap didn't matter. I wouldn't let them trap him.I cut through the garden and slipped in a side door. Guests stared. I didn't care, searching for Derek in a hurry.Not in the hall. Then he
The next story Violet "Hey, you! Get over here and pour us some wine!" A bejeweled lady crooked a finger at me, her voice the kind of entitlement that never questions itself. In my plain dress, she'd pegged me as staff. I stood in the corner of the glittering hall, at a loss for a beat. Tonight was my younger sister Liriel's eighteenth birthday. Lights blazed. Guests swarmed. And I—Violet Ward, the so-called eldest daughter of the Ward Family—was being mistaken for a waitress because I'd dared show up in something simple. "I..." I tried to explain who I am, but the words dried up. "What, you don't speak?" That lady was getting impatient by every second. "Go get the wine." Heads turned. Smirks, sneers, bored curiosity. Heat climbed my face. I pulled in a breath and forced my spine straight. I'd been here too many times. In this house, I was always the extra chair no one needed. Father is an elder of the pack, and his marriage to my mother had been pure politics. Wh
Amelia"I promise to choose you every single second of my life. I love you.”Stretching my hands out, I hug him back—maybe too tightly, taking in his scent. “I love you too, Conrad.”He pulls back a bit, and then, tucking a finger under my chin, he tilts my face. “You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect.”I bite my lips and close my eyes as he slowly brings his face to mine.Then he kisses me softly, our promises to each other entwining with each movement of his lips on mine. His hand slowly slides down my back until he’s cupping my ass and pressing his body against mine.He’s warm.So warm that I lean into his kiss—his touch—relishing the heat rolling off him and deepening our kiss. He tastes like the champagne we chose for our wedding, and he tastes like home.I wrap one arm around his neck and start to undo his buttons with my free hand. He doesn’t stop me. Instead, he slides his lips lower until his warm breath scorches my neck with pleasure and slowly trails down my breasts.My heart
Jaxon Twenty-three unread texts. Fifteen missed calls that went straight to voicemail.A day and a half later, and I'm still standing in the wreckage of whatever the hell happened in that park, turning over every word I said to Freckles like evidence at a crime scene.Everything had been going be
Natalie Two hours later, we're back at my car, and Harry is fast asleep in Jaxon's arms again.It's becoming a pattern—my son feeling so safe, so content with this man, that he can drift off without a care in the world.We stand there in the fading afternoon light, neither of us speaking, both af
Natalie As I draw closer, Jaxon stands to his full height, setting Harry gently back on his feet before turning to greet me. His eyes hold a brightness that touches something deep in my heart, and it makes my pulse hammer against my ribs so hard. I clear my throat. "Thank you for doing this. I k
Natalie Dallas in August is like being trapped inside an oven that someone forgot to turn off.The sun beats down mercilessly on the asphalt, and even with the AC cranked up to arctic levels, I can feel sweat gathering at the base of my neck as I navigate through the midday traffic."Bye bye bye..







