INICIAR SESIÓNAlpha Kane Laskovic: The door clicked shut behind me with a soft finality. The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of a single lamp in the corner. Eve sat curled on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, a glossy magazine open across her lap. The pages hadn’t turned in who-knows-how-long. At one in the morning, no one reads magazines. They pretend to. She looked up the second the door closed. “Heyy,” I said, voice quieter than I meant it to be. “Hey. You’re back!” Her smile came fast—relieved, bright, a little too eager. She closed the magazine without marking the page and set it aside. “So how did the project go? I hope Alpha Robert didn’t bother you.” I let out a short breath through my nose, already sliding my suit jacket off my shoulders. The fabric felt heavier than it should have. “No, baby. He didn’t.” I draped the jacket over the back of a chair. “His son, though… William was more convinced I was trying to steal his future wife away from him.” She laughed—soft, disbeli
Alpha Kane Laskovic:[A week Ago]The smoke from my cigarette curled slowly toward the ceiling, fading into the dim light of the room. I watched it disappear, jaw tight.A week ago, arranging this political marriage had seemed like the perfect solution.A clean cut.A way to push Eve away before things between us became something neither of us could take back.Now the irony of it all sat across from me, laughing into a glass of whiskey.Alpha Robert.Beside him sat his son—Prince William—looking entirely too calm for a man whose future I was about to dismantle.“This is a blessing,” Robert said, leaning back comfortably in his seat as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “A marriage that binds two powerful packs together. You couldn’t have proposed a better alliance, Kane.”My fingers tapped slowly against the arm of the couch.Once.Twice.I looked from Robert… to his son.William met my gaze without flinching.“This marriage can't happen.”Robert blinked.“What?”“It won’t work
Neaveh 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
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
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 o
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 l
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 late







