LOGIN“I, Alpha Arthur Grant, reject you, Phineas Wells. You were never my mate; you were just a placeholder for a King.” The words didn't just break Phineas’s heart; they shattered his soul. Standing in the center of the pack gala, clutching a hidden sonogram in his pocket, Phineas watched as his husband of three years handed him divorce papers in front of the very people he had served, healed, and protected. Behind Arthur stood Phineas’s own younger brother, Clement, wearing a smug smile of betrayal. They didn't just want Phineas gone—they wanted him erased. Thrown into the freezing rain of the Dead Lands, pregnant and broken, Phineas expects to die. Instead, he finds a nightmare far more seductive. Enter Lucian Aurelius. A Mafia Kingpin with a wolf of pure shadow and a heart of ice. He doesn’t offer Phineas love; he offers a cage of gold and a contract written in blood. Lucian is the ultimate Black Flag—possessive, obsessive, and dangerous. He monitors Phineas’s heartbeat, tracks his every breath, and whispers terrifying promises of protection that feel exactly like imprisonment. But as Phineas’s life is reduced to a "Scattered and Shattered" mess, the "Sunshine" Omega dies, and something colder is born in the dark. While Arthur’s pack begins to crumble and Lucian’s obsession turns into a lethal addiction, Phineas stops crying. He begins to watch. He begins to learn. He realizes that a monster’s greatest weakness is the thing he claims to own. In a world of fated mates and brutal betrayals, Phineas will play the "Helpless Omega" one last time. He will make them crawl. He will make them bleed. And when the smoke clears, the two Alphas who broke him will realize the terrifying truth:
View MoreRain hammered against the windshield, overworking the wipers, the wind shoved at the car. Rachel gripped the steering wheel, and she swallowed hard focusing on the mountain ridge before she spoke.
"Jade, why can’t you just accept your new school, and get along with people there. I'm tired of trying to make things work when you're being impossible," she said. "You used to get good grades in school. What happened why are you failing now?"
“Mom I'm not failing; my grades are my business. Me impossible? Look at you moving from one guy to the next.” Jade snapped back. She couldn’t stand her mother always whining about her not doing good enough.
Rachel tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, the heat on her neck. She looked in Jade's direction before she spoke.
“If I didn't love you, Jade, I'd just dump you on your father’s doorstep.” Rachel looking back at the road. Damn this rain, she just wanted to get where they were going. She wanted her daughter to do better and stop fighting with her so much.
“Maybe you should, it might give you more time to chase guys,” Jade said. “Do you even know where he is?” She said looking out the window. She’s never met her father, she wished that he was around, he probably was a lot nicer and didn’t care too much if Jade wasn’t doing good in school.
She cleared her throat, “No.” She said hoarsely. Rachel looked at Jade. Rachel knew her father was a bastard. He wouldn’t want to be around her anyway. Rachel ran when she was pregnant, and she was glad she did.
“Mom watch out!” Jade screamed.
Headlights coming towards their car made Rachel jerk the car to the right. The car slid and spun. Rachel tried gaining control of the car, she gripped the steering wheel. Jade screamed and held onto the door. The car slid down the mountain ridge, flipping over and over before it came to a stop upside down.
Jade opened her eyes, she looked over to her mother. Shattered glass littered the car, Jade’s door was jammed. Blood rushed to her head, Jade unbuckled her seat belt and crawled out the window. A distant bark startled her, it got closer and closer. The rain was cold on her skin, it was a light mist now. She opened her eyes, and saw boots, and then passed out. Between going in and out of consciousness she heard voices.
“The girl is hurt pretty bad; the woman is dead.” He spoke. “She’s losing a lot of blood.”
“You think she will make it?” Another said.
“Hopefully if we hurry.”
Jade felt a pair of hands pick her up and carry her to a car before she passed out again.
Jade moved her head around the softness below it. She opened her eyes a little bit, the light was bright. She quickly shut them.
“Ms. Hewsen can you open your eyes for me?” A man's voice said.
“No, no the light is too bright.” She complained. Her head hurt; her body even worse. “My body hurts.” Putting her hands to her head, she noticed a bandage there. It hurt when she pressed down.
“I need you to open your eyes. I need to see if there is any serious damage to your eyes.”
She took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes. The light was still bright, but her eyes quickly adjusted. The doctor flashed the light into her eyes, she blinked.
“Follow the light please, Ms. Hewsen.” He said moving the light from one side to the next/
She followed the light with her eyes, “Call me Jade.” She said closing her eyes. “My head hurts.”
“Ah you remember your name, that’s good.” He spoke. “Well, it looks like you have a concussion, no major damage it appears.” He said writing down something on the clipboard. “I will tell the nurse to get you some pain medicine.”
“What happened, why am I here?” she said opening her eyes again, she looked around to see if her mother was there. “Where is my Mom?”
He cleared his throat. He didn’t want to tell her, but he didn’t have a choice. Her mother came in dead. “You were in an accident; your mother didn't make it.” He finally spoke. “I'm Doctor Michael.
“What! She died?” Jade couldn’t believe his answer. She remembered someone picking her up and saying her mother was dead. But she was hoping her memory was wrong. She felt an emptiness in her heart. She couldn’t take back what she said to her mother, and that made everything a little worse.
“Yes, I'm afraid so.” He spoke. “You almost didn't make it.”
“Almost?” she said looking at the Doctor. She swallowed hard.
“Yes, you lost a lot of blood. When you were brought in, we had to give you a transfusion.” He said looking at her. “But you are stable now.” He half-smiled. “Might want to calm yourself down the monitor is going crazy.” He said silencing the annoying beeping from the machine. “I’ve already called some family that your Mother had listed on her emergency contact list.
“How'd I get here?”
“Well, a couple of hunters heard the accident, you were lucky they were leaving.”
She didn't say anything, the doctor checked her changed the dressing on her hands and head before leaving. The room was a cream color, with pictures of the ocean, she smiled. Doctor Michael came back with a tray of food, Jade was starving.
“I think you might want something to eat?” he put the tray in front of her.
“Yeah, I'm starving.” She spoke. She looked at the food it looked good. Her stomach growled.
“Enjoy, if you have any pain let me know.”
“My head does hurt, normal right?” she said looking at him. She already knew his answer.
“Yes, it will hurt for a while, but you will get better. You want some medicine?” he said. “Wait I already said I was going to tell the nurse. Silly me.” He laughed.
Michael left, and Jade dug into the mac and cheese in front of her. Her first bite made her gag, she coughed the noodles landed on her plate. She wiped her mouth and set the tray aside. She pushed the button for a nurse to come in, she waits.
“You need medicine Jade? The nurse asked.
“Yeah, my head is really hurting.” She frowned. She didn’t want to be drugged up, but the pain was horrible.
“You didn't touch your food?” She questioned pointing to the tray of food. “I’ll get that out of here too.”
“Yeah, it hurt to eat,” Jade said looking at the food and then the nurse.
“Okay, I will be back in a moment.” She said taking the tray of food with her.
“Okay.” Jade closed her eyes, she didn’t what was going to happen now that her mother was dead, and she was alone in this world. The accident played over and over in her head like a bad nightmare. She opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure who was coming to get her, she hoped it was someone she knew. Most of her Mother’s side lived in Europe, they wouldn’t come to help her out.
"Is it enough?"Solomon stood in the doorway of the high balcony, his silhouette a sharp, dark needle against the dying orange of the sunset. He didn't wait for me to answer. He never did. He walked to the marble railing, his movements possessing that same predatory grace I’d spent twenty years perfecting. Below us, the Aurelius empire stretched into the horizon—a grid of steel, neon, and blood."The world?" I gripped the stone edge. My knuckles were white. "Or the silence?""Both." Solomon looked down at the training grounds. Even from this height, the gold of Abram’s aura was visible. Our Golden Warlord was snap-kicking a subordinate into a concrete wall. The sound of the impact reached us seconds later. A dull thud. "Abram has the generals eating out of his hand. The Southern Pack is a memory. The Western Reach is a tax colony. I’ve just finished the restructuring of the Euro-Sino trade block. We don't just own the land anymore, Mother. We own the air they breathe.""I used to thin
"Don't trip."Lucian’s hand was a steady, familiar weight at the small of my back. He stood a half-step behind me at the top of the grand staircase. Below, the ballroom was a churning sea of silver silk and black leather. Five hundred Alphas, their predatory scents stifled by expensive cologne and the crushing pressure of my aura. They didn't just look up; they went silent. The music—a sharp, aggressive violin arrangement—faltered for a beat."I haven't tripped in twenty years, Lucian." I didn't turn my head. I kept my chin level, my white hair swept back and pinned with a single shard of obsidian. The Lunar Bloodline didn't just keep me alive; it kept me preserved. My skin was as smooth as marble, though my eyes felt a thousand years old. "Besides, if I fall, I'll just make sure I land on someone important. It’s been a while since I ruined a diplomatic suit with blood.""You look like a god tonight." Lucian’s voice was a low, sandpaper rasp. He was in full dress uniform—black wool, s
"You stole him!"Abram’s voice cracked the silence of the throne room like a gunshot. He didn't walk; he stormed. Every step left a scuff mark on the black marble. His aura was a thick, suffocating heat that made the torches along the walls flicker and die. He stopped ten feet from the dais, his chest heaving, his fists dripping with the blood of the practice dummies he'd just shredded."I removed a distraction." I didn't get up. I sat on that cold, melted-steel throne and met his golden eyes with my own flat, dead ones. "Sit down, Abram. You’re tracking mud on the rug.""I don't give a damn about the rug!" He slammed his fist into a stone pillar. A spiderweb of cracks groaned through the rock. "He was mine. You gave him to me. Then you staged that... that pathetic play in the courtyard. You think I’m stupid? You think I didn't see the way you handled the vial?""I think you’re emotional." I stood up. My knees popped. A reminder of the human heart still beating under all this ice. "An
"Do you think he loves you?"Leo looked up from the silver tea service, his hands trembling so hard the porcelain rattled against the tray. He forced a smile. That same wide, hopeful expression I used to wear before the world taught me better. "He stayed, High Alpha. Abram stayed in the armory. He let me touch him. He let me—""He let you breathe his air because you were a novelty." I leaned back in the carved oak chair. The solar was too bright. The morning sun cut across the floor like a blade. "Set the tray down, Leo. Stop trying to impress me with your domesticity. It’s pathetic."Leo’s face crumpled. Snot ran down his lip. He wiped it with the back of his hand and set the tray on the low table between us. "I don't understand. Solomon said you wanted a union. He said the Prince needed a mate to ground his bloodlust.""Solomon says many things." I stood up. My silk robe hissed against the floorboards. I walked toward him, my presence a cold, heavy weight that made him shrink into t
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