MasukNeaveh Brown:I couldn’t sleep.The wind was rattling the windows, trying to claw its way inside, but the cold wasn’t what kept me awake. It was him. Kane. Always Kane.He’d left before the sun even thought about rising—slipped out of bed with that quiet, predatory grace of his, pressed one slow, burning kiss to my temple, and murmured against my skin, “Be good for Daddy while I’m gone, little one.” Then he was gone. Just… gone. And the absence of him left this hollow, throbbing ache between my legs that no amount of blankets or deep breaths could touch.I rolled onto my back, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. My thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. I could still feel the ghost of his hands—big, rough, possessive—gripping my hips. I could still hear that low, gravelly voice when he’d growl, “Look at me while I fuck you, baby. Let Daddy see those pretty eyes roll back.”My breath hitched.Before I could talk myself out of it,
SerahThe silence in the conference room stretched so thin it felt like it might snap.Pancake Guy—whose actual name I still didn’t know because we’d never made it past growled pet names and post-orgasm pancakes at 3 a.m.—locked eyes with me. For one glorious, mortifying second, recognition flashed across his face like a struck match. His mouth twitched, not quite a smirk, more like he was fighting the urge to laugh or curse or both. Then the professional mask slammed down so fast I almost believed I’d imagined it.He stepped fully into the room, door easing shut behind him with a soft click that might as well have been a gavel.“Apologies for the interruption,” he said, voice low and smooth, the same timbre that had rasped filthy promises against my throat last Thursday. “Traffic was hell.”Ms. Volkov’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again like a malfunctioning goldfish. Ms. Hargrove looked between him and me like she was trying to solve a particularly nasty equation. The other ca
IsabellaThe buzz of my phone at 5:03 a.m. felt like a slap in the face. I groaned, rolling over in my tangled sheets, squinting at the screen through the haze of last night’s wine hangover. Dad’s name glowed like a bad omen.“If you want money from me or your mother, return to the company. No more excuses. No more disappearing acts. Clock starts today.”I read it again, hoping I’d misread. Nope. Straight-up ultimatum. My heart sank, a familiar mix of anger and defeat bubbling up. Why couldn’t he just be like those other rich dads I saw on social media? The ones who spoiled their daughters with black cards and zero strings, letting them jet off to Milan for a weekend shopping spree or fund some vanity startup that never turned a profit? Mine? He wanted “structure.” He wanted me to “earn” the family fortune like he had, clawing his way up from nothing in the cutthroat world of werewolf-backed corporations. As if I hadn’t heard that story a million times at awkward family dinners.I tos
Alpha Kane LaskovicThe door clicked shut behind me with a finality that sent a rush through my veins.I’d been hard all day—meetings dragging on, border reports blurring into noise, every thought circling back to her. Eve. My Eve. The way she’d trembled last night when I knotted her deep, her tears soaking my chest as she confessed her fears. I’d held her until dawn, whispering promises into her hair, my knot still locked inside her like a vow I couldn’t break. No more running. No more cold beds. She was mine—body, heart, every fragile doubt—and I’d spend the rest of my life proving it.But now?Now she stood in the middle of our bedroom, dressed like every filthy fantasy I’d ever buried.The sexy nurse outfit was absurd. Perfectly absurd. White vinyl clinging to her curves like wet paint, the mini-dress so short it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, red crosses strategically placed over her nipples but doing nothing to hide how hard they were already. Thigh-high white stockings
Nevaeh Brown“And that, that’s how you get a man…” Isabella muttered, voice dripping with smug satisfaction as she reclined on the heated marble slab, cucumber slices over her eyes like she was the queen of some ancient ritual.Lilith—sprawled on the slab next to her like she owned the entire spa—actually laughed. Low, throaty, the kind of sound that made the poor attendant scrubbing my back flinch. “Darling, that’s how you get a man for one night. To keep him forever?” She paused for dramatic effect, letting the esthetician slather more warm oil across her collarbones. “You make him believe he’s the only one who can ruin you properly.”They both burst into delighted cackles.I stared at the ceiling, steam curling around my face, trying very hard not to grind my teeth into dust.This was supposed to be a “girls’ day.” That’s what Isabella had texted me at 9:03 a.m., right after Kane finally left for the border briefing (he kissed me goodbye properly this time—slow, deep, whispered “I’
Alpha Kane LaskovicThe phone went dark in my hand.I didn’t move for three full seconds—just sat there behind the desk, elbows braced, staring at the blank screen like it could still show me her face.Her voice had been soft at the end. Breathless. A little shaky.Exactly how I wanted her.My cock throbbed against the zipper of my slacks—painful, insistent, had been half-hard since the moment I told her to open the box. I shifted in the chair and it only made it worse. Fuck.I dragged a hand down my face, claws scraping my jaw. The wolf was loud today—pacing, snarling, demanding I leave the stack of border reports and the Council threats and go home right fucking now. Claim. Knot. Breed. Remind her she’s mine until she can’t remember anyone else’s name, let alone some bored succubus lounging in the east wing.I exhaled hard through my nose.One more thing.I pulled up the security feed on my laptop—live view of the pack house. Switched to the hallway camera outside our bedroom door.







