LOGINNevaeh BrownI was still leaking Kane’s cum down my thighs when I walked into Le Loup Blanc for lunch, the most pretentious werewolf-owned restaurant in the capital. Every step made the sticky mess shift inside me, a filthy little secret under my tiny white sundress. No panties, of course. Daddy ripped the last pair I owned.Lady Helen was already at the corner table, white silk gown draped over her like she was some pure-as-snow saint instead of the venomous bitch who drugged my Alpha and tried to steal my mate.I dropped into the chair opposite her, crossed my legs just to feel his cum smear higher, and smiled with all my teeth.“You had Kane on aphrodisiac, didn’t you?” I purred, loud enough for the wolves at the next table to choke on their steaks. “Thought he was finally gonna bend you over and fuck you raw, huh? Poor old hag. Newsflash, Helen: I had his cock. I had his knot. I had his cum flooding my womb while you were probably crying into your pillow. I win.”She didn’t even f
Alpha Kane Laskovic:Luka had slid the evidence across my desk an hour ago. USB drive. No bullshit. Security cam from the pack house kitchen: Helen’s manicured hand uncorking that serpent-etched vial over my steak. Timestamp: 8:14 p.m. The night I snapped. The night I claimed what was mine.She’d lingered after, watching me cut into it with that fake Luna smile. Poison sliding down my throat while she plotted.My phone buzzed on the glass desk—claws itching to shatter it. But no. Control first.I poured a second glass. Texted her.My office. Now. Bring nothing but yourself.Her reply buzzed in under a minute: Of course, Alpha. Be there soon.Viper.The door opened at 9:53. She glided in like she owned the shadows—emerald gown hugging her curves, diamonds at her throat, hair pinned up to bare the pale column of her neck. That neck I’d once considered marking.“Kane,” she purred, eyes flicking to the two glasses. “A private drink? How romantic.”I didn’t stand. Didn’t smile. Just crooke
Nevaeh BrownIf Kane was going to fuck me raw and then treat me like a mistake he’d scrubbed from his sheets, then fine. Erase me. I’d make it easy. I’d go on this goddamn date with Prince William, let him touch me, kiss me, fuck me if he wanted. Hell, I’d film every second—his hands on my skin, his cock stretching me open—and send it straight to Daddy’s phone. Let him watch what he threw away.A wicked smile curled my lips as I yanked open my wardrobe. Sin was already committed—why stop at one line crossed? I slipped into the shortest, slimmest dress I owned: crimson silk, backless, the hem kissing the very tops of my thighs. One wrong move and I’d flash the world my bare ass. Red stilettos, natural makeup with glossy lips that screamed fuck me. No panties. No mercy.I didn’t glance in the mirror. I didn’t need to. I could feel Kane’s marks throbbing under the fabric—his bites on my throat, his fingerprints bruised into my hips. Good. Let them show.Luka’s jaw ticked when I slid into
Alpha Kane Laskovic7:03 a.m.The elevator opened directly into the private foyer of the 56th floor.I stepped out and the world rearranged itself around me.Humans parted like curtains. Wolves dropped their eyes so fast I heard contact lenses hit the marble. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. My heartbeat was the only sound in the corridor.Midnight-blue Tom Ford, no tie, top button undone. The suit cost more than most of these people made in a year. I wore it like armor.Luka was already waiting outside the boardroom, tablet in hand, shoulders squared the way they’d been since we were sixteen and bleeding in the same trench.“Morning,” he said.“Talk.”“Russian shell company tried to slide into the port bid through Cyprus. I froze their accounts at 4:12 a.m. They’ll wake up bankrupt.”“Good. Border?”“Rogues hit two patrols last night. Silver-tipped claws. Someone’s supplying them high-grade.”“Double the southern line. I want the supplier’s head on my desk by the weekend.”“Alread
Alpha Kane Laskovic:My arm moved before my brain caught up.I reached across the bed for her warmth, fingers already curling to drag her back against my chest the way I’d done sometime in the night when the guilt was quiet and the wolf was louder.Empty.Cold sheets.The scent hit me a second later: sex and blood and her. Virgin blood. My cum. The evidence of what I’d done soaked into the mattress like a brand.I shot upright so fast the room spun.No.The sheets were twisted, one pillow on the floor, the other shredded where my claws had come out while I was buried inside her. My gaze snagged on the dark stain in the center of the bed (her innocence, my sin) and something feral roared up my throat.MINE.My wolf lunged against my ribs, ecstatic, drunk on the memory of her crying Daddy while I split her open.I was on my feet before I felt myself move. Heart hammering so hard I tasted blood.The room reeked of us. I could still feel her little cunt fluttering around me, hear the brok
The moment his body shuddered above mine, everything went silent.His breath—warm, ragged, trembling—fanned across my cheek. His hands, which only moments ago held me with desperate need, now went still. His hips stopped moving, buried deep inside me, our breaths tangled together in the dark.For one suspended heartbeat, we were connected.Deeply.Wrongly.Completely.Then everything changed.Kane’s eyes opened—and the look in them wasn’t hunger anymore.It was horror.Cold. Sharp. Crawling up his spine as he stared down at me like he’d just realized what his body had done before his mind caught up.“Kane…?” My voice barely made it out. Soft. Fragile. Afraid of the answer.He didn’t speak.He pulled out of me so fast the sudden emptiness made my breath catch. He staggered backward like he’d been burned, chest heaving, pupils blown wide—not with desire now, but with guilt.“No,” he whispered.A broken, guttural sound.My heart clenched painfully.“Kane, talk to me—”“No.” Sharper this







