ログインAlpha Kane LaskovicI knew the second she left the office that I’d fucked up.Not by bringing Lilith here—I didn’t have a choice. Life debts don’t expire just because they’re inconvenient.But by letting Eve walk out that door with doubt in her eyes.I could still taste her tears on my tongue from that kiss. Still feel the tremor in her hands when she hit my chest. Still hear the crack in her voice when she said it felt like an affair.Like I was ashamed of her.The opposite of the truth.I dragged a hand through my hair, claws pricking my scalp, and stared at the scattered papers on the desk. Her scent lingered—snow and wild honey mixed with the sharp tang of anger and hurt. It was choking me.My wolf paced, snarling, claws scraping at the inside of my skin.Go after her. Fix it. Claim her again. Knot her until she can’t remember how to doubt.But I stayed rooted.Because every time I gave in to that urge, I hated myself a little more for taking something I’d sworn to protect, not de
Nevaeh BrownI woke up sore, satisfied, and alone. Again.The sheets on Kane’s side were cold, like he’d slipped out hours ago. My body still hummed from last night—his knot locking us together, his teeth sinking into my skin, the way he’d growled “mine” while he filled me so deep I could feel him for hours afterward. I stretched lazily, smiling into the pillow that still carried his smoke-and-storm scent, fingers brushing the fresh bite marks throbbing on my throat.He’d be back soon. He always came back.I rolled out of bed, legs a little shaky, and padded to the bathroom. A long, hot shower to wash away the sticky evidence of what we’d done—though part of me wanted to keep it, wanted to walk around dripping with proof that I was his. By the time I stepped out, steam curling around me, I was grinning like an idiot.I threw on one of his black button-down shirts—sleeves rolled up, hem brushing mid-thigh—and nothing else. No panties. No bra. Let the whole house see his claim glowing o
Alpha Kane LaskovicI woke before the sun, the way I always do.The room was still dark, the kind of dark that feels thick — heavy curtains drawn against the winter morning, only a thin blade of grey light slipping through where they didn’t quite meet. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers hours ago. The air smelled like smoke, sex, and her.Eve was curled against my side, one leg thrown over mine, her head tucked under my chin, palm flat over my heart like she was checking it still beat. Her breathing was slow, soft, trusting in a way that made my chest ache worse than any wound I’d ever taken.I didn’t move.I just lay there and listened to her breathe.Ten years ago, I carried a terrified eight-year-old out of a burning village. She’d been hiding under a bed, ash in her hair, clutching a stuffed wolf that was half-charred. She hadn’t cried — not then. Just stared up at me with those huge grey eyes and whispered, “Are you going to save me?”I’d said yes.I’d meant it.And
IsabellaListen, I’ve fucked a lot of guys.A lot.Like, if my pussy had a frequent-flyer program, it’d have its own private jet by now.Musicians, betas, that one human bartender with the tongue piercing, two visiting Alphas who thought they could handle me (spoiler: they couldn’t), even a rogue once in the back of a dive bar because danger makes me wet. Point is, I know dick. I know heat. I know the difference between a good knot and a guy who just thinks volume equals skill.None of them—NOT ONE—has ever made me lose my fucking mind the way just hearing about Nevaeh and Alpha Kane does.I’m talking full-body shiver, thighs-clenching-in-public, have-to-fake-a-cough-to-cover-the-moan levels of insane.And I haven’t even seen them together yet.Last night at the concert, when Eve grabbed my face in the middle of the pit and screamed “I’M FUCKING ALPHA KANE,” I swear my soul left my body. I saw the Moon Goddess. She gave me a thumbs-up and whispered, “Same, girl.”Then Eve kept going—s
Nevaeh 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







