로그인The first cut, I expected.I expected it to land right there on my jaw. I could already feel myself bracing for it, every muscle tightening around the cold edge pressed against my skin.But it didn’t.Instead, Jax’s lips came down on mine.He kissed me deeply, and somehow the kiss was so soft, so impossibly tender, that for a second I almost forgot there was a knife pressed against my jaw.Almost.Because as the kiss deepened, the blade began to slide down.Slowly.And then?He laid a cut.Right there on my breast. Beside my sensitive nipple.I hissed. Sharp. Into the kiss.Jax smiled against my lips, still kissing me tenderly, as if he meant to destroy me with the tenderness alone. And that was what fucked with my head the most. His mouth was warm, gentle, almost loving, while the knife in his hand was anything but.Fuck.The sharp contrast of it somehow felt too good.I felt blood trickle down my breast, sliding over my stomach and pouring into my navel, and maybe, just maybe, I had
MonicaIf his previous words had shocked me, these ones did something worse.They hollowed me out.Because it wasn’t just what he said.It was how casually he said it.How gently.As though he were confessing that he remembered my favorite flower, not admitting that all these years, he had known.He had known that I knew.Known what he had done.Known that I knew he’d killed my brothers’ mate. Known that I understood exactly what kind of man he was. Known how helpless he had left me, how thoroughly he had stripped my life apart—and still, he had watched me stay.All those years.He had watched me break while knowing that I knew who was breaking me.And somehow, that made it worse.So much fucking worse.“I know you’ve been aware for a long time that I killed your brothers’ mate,” he said softly.Then he reached for me.His fingers brushed against my temple before he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.Such a tender gesture.Almost a lover’s caress.Almost.My stomach turned.
MonicaMy heart… it ached.Not for the man lying in my arms so vulnerably, curled against me as though he hadn’t been the one to tear through all of our lives and leave pieces of us scattered behind him. Not for the man breathing against my chest as if he were the one who needed shelter now.It ached for the man I had loved.For the Gabrielle I had thought he was.For the man I had built inside my head from every soft word, every touch, every moment I had convinced myself meant something more than what it actually had. That version of him had once been my entire world, and perhaps that was what hurt the most—that somewhere beneath the monster I saw now, I could still remember the face of someone I had once trusted enough to place my whole heart into his hands.Silence stretched between us.Heavy.Suffocating.My chest kept tightening with every breath I took, as though my body itself was trying to reject the weight of him against me.“Why…” I whispered.My hold tightened around him de
ElenaThe sight of the knife should have been daunting. It should have scared me—should have sent every instinct in my body screaming at me to pull away—but instead, my eyes stayed fixed on the blade. On the way it caught the light, a thin streak of silver glowing along its edge, beautiful in a way something that dangerous had absolutely no right to be. And as I watched it, something strange prickled beneath my skin, something I didn’t want to acknowledge because acknowledging it meant admitting there was something deeply fucking wrong with me.I was afraid that I wanted that blade to touch me.Fuck.What the hell was wrong with me?Something utterly and wrong on fifty shades of fucked up.The thought barely had time to settle before Jax moved.I didn’t get to speak because he lowered the blade to my throat.Yes.To my throat.The cold steel met my skin, and for one suspended second, every other sensation in the room seemed to disappear beneath the awareness of that single point of co
MonicaI was in my room when someone knocked.Three soft knocks.I froze.For some reason, the first names that came to mind were Elena and Winona.It had to be one of them.Both women were going through their own version of hell right now, and maybe that was why I thought they would come looking for me. Because if there was anyone in this godforsaken house who could understand what it felt like to have everything ripped apart while still being expected to breathe normally—It was me.I wasn't exactly doing any better.I pushed myself off the bed and crossed the room, rubbing my palms against my thighs as I walked. I didn't ask who it was.I should have.God, I should have.Instead, without thinking, I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.And there he was.Gabrielle.My fingers tightened around the doorknob.For half a second, neither of us said anything.My eyes widened ever so slightly before I forced my expression back under control.He looked terrible.His hair was messy,
ElenaI hadn’t understood what he truly meant when he said, You’ll always want it that way.Then again, I had no idea I was about to find out so soon.“If I could use my ways with you right now, Elena…” Jax muttered. “You’d be begging for your life. But fuck, I love you too much for that. And that’s why we have to settle things a different way.”My heart lurched against my ribs.“She’s wet already.”Ashton’s eyes were fixed on my pussy, the hunger in his expression making him look like an animal seconds away from pouncing.“I think she likes it.” The corner of Jax’s mouth twisted upward as he secured the ropes to the bedpost with unsettling efficiency—as though he had done this a hundred times before.“Oh, of course she does,” Ashton murmured.His fingers traced from my slit to my clit.He wasn’t simply teasing me. He was setting fire to every nerve in my body, the sensation slithering beneath my skin like something sharp.God.This wasn’t the first time he had touched me like this.S
Elena I was trapped between two Alphas in the pool, their bodies pressed tight against mine, hands on me, their scents—dark cedar, sandalwood, and something uniquely male and powerful—filling the air until it was thick enough to taste. I could feel it—as if I could dart my tongue out and I’d ta
ElenaI stood on the rooftop, staring down at the borders.Guards patrolled in relentless formation, eyes sharp, movements precise. No lazy pauses. No fifteen-minute breaks. Every shift was replaced seamlessly by another team.Fuck.There was no escaping the borders anymore.I swept my gaze north,
ElenaThe thought was exciting. I’d admit that.Two Alphas—both devastatingly handsome, bodies carved by power, scents thick enough to make you want to sin and beg forgiveness later.“It’s not happening, Princess,” Ashton said flatly. “Forget it.”He turned to walk away.I caught his hand, gripping
ElenaI ran.Bare feet slapped against the rough earth, every stride slicing my skin open a little more. The ground was cold, cruel, and unyielding. My lungs burned; my heart felt like it was about to rupture. My wolf wanted to shift back—she was done, exhausted—but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not wh







