LOGINA betrayed politician’s wife. A rebel alpha with nothing to lose. A town crawling with secrets. And a war waiting to ignite between blood and fang. Calla Hart thought the worst thing her husband could do was cheat. She was wrong. After catching Senator Blake Hart in bed with a vampire and learning he’s part of the Crimson Order, a vampire mafia that wants her blood. Calla runs. Not for love but for survival. Because what’s in her veins isn’t normal. She hides in Ravenridge, a decaying supernatural border town where monsters walk like men and shadows bite back. A place where the veil between worlds is wearing thin. There, she crashes—literally—into Axel Cain, the 20-year-old Alpha of the Vanguard Pack, a feral biker gang that patrols Ravenridge like outlaw wolves. Axel doesn’t do politics. Doesn’t do mates. And definitely doesn’t do soft, wealthy women from the city. But something in Calla’s scent sets his wolf on fire. And when he learns who she’s running from—and what she really is—he makes a choice that will cost him everything: Keep her close. Claim her. And start a war that could burn the veil between their worlds. --- Extra Note for Readers This is a slow-burn paranormal romance with steamy heat, deep emotions, and an age-gap dynamic. She’s older, hunted, and secretly powerful. He’s younger, dominant, and doesn’t play nice. Together, they might save the town… or destroy it.
View MoreJace sat at the breakfast bar with his laptop, probably checking emails for the community center he managed downtown. The job suited him perfectly - his natural protective instincts channeled into helping at-risk youth find better paths. "We got three new sign-ups for the after-school program," he announced, looking pleased. "Word's spreading that we actually give a damn about these kids." Eden appeared from the hallway, her arms full of art supplies for the therapy workshops she ran at the center. The program had become her passion project, helping kids express trauma through creative outlets. "The Martinez boy actually smiled yesterday," she said, dumping her materials on the counter. "First time since his father left. Art therapy really works." "Speaking of healing," Rikka said, emerging from the small medical office we'd set up in the back room, "Mrs. Chen is coming for her follow-up this afternoon. That burn from the accident is healing beautifully." Our resident nurse had tu
CallaThe morning sun streamed through our bedroom window, painting golden stripes across Axel's sleeping face. I traced the lines of light with my fingertip, marveling at how peaceful he looked. A week had passed since what the whole world now called "The Great Memory Gap" - that inexplicable phenomenon where millions of people across the globe lost chunks of their memories from the same time period.Scientists were calling it everything from mass psychological trauma to solar flare effects. The news ran stories about it constantly - families trying to piece together missing days, support groups for people struggling with the collective amnesia, government investigations that led nowhere.All anyone really knew was that something had happened worldwide, leaving people with gaps they couldn't explain and a strange sense that they'd forgotten something important.For us, the official story was simpler. Our volunteer organization, the Vanguard, had been first responders to an industrial
CallaThe evening sky stretched above us like a painted canvas, all soft purples and gentle oranges that made everything feel almost peaceful. For just a moment, I let myself get lost in that beauty while lying on the cold rocky ground.I'd done it. The supernatural war was over. Every vampire, every werewolf, every supernatural being on the planet was now completely human. No more hatred between species because there were no more species to hate each other.But now I was public enemy number one to an entire community of people who'd lost everything they thought made them special.Footsteps approached through the evening air. I couldn't tell if they belonged to family or enemies anymore. In this new world I'd created, maybe there wasn't much difference.The sounds got closer - boots scraping against stone, whispered conversations, the shuffle of people moving with purpose. My head felt too heavy to lift and check who was coming for me.I should probably care more about my own safety,
Calla Wait. A different idea hit me like lightning in the white space. Since Blake and I were linked through his mental attack, and since he had part of me in him through my blood from his transformation, couldn't he work as a conduit instead? His hybrid body was strong enough to handle the power surge, and I could channel Selvarra's abilities through him while staying in my own body. Selvarra actually smiled at this when I told her of my thoughts, a real smile that lit up her ancient features. "You know," she said with genuine amusement, "in all my millennia of existence, I never considered that option." My jaw dropped. *This was the fucking Moon Goddess and she couldn't even think of this obvious solution?* Was I seriously about to sacrifice and damn myself for nothing when there was another way? The cosmic irony made me want to laugh and scream at the same time. *Maybe I should have become a goddess instead,* I thought sarcastically. *Apparently I'm better at problem-solving
The change wasn't gradual. It was instantaneous and terrifying. His broken body convulsed as every muscle fiber rewrote itself. His gray eyes blazed crimson - not gold, but deep red that looked terrifyingly red like a demon. When he stood, he moved with predatory grace that made every pack member t
Calla The silence in the main hall was so thick it felt like I was getting stiffled. Joseph's ragged breathing mixed with Michael's groans as they both tried to recover from their brutal fight. Blood splattered the concrete where they'd crashed through the table, turning our home into a war zone.
Through the mate bond, I felt nothing but confusion and rage and terror. No recognition, no single conscious thought. Just the primal fear of a trapped animal who couldn't understand what was happening to him. "The subject demonstrates extreme aggression when approached," Blake continued with cli
AxelPain dragged me back to consciousness like broken glass scraping against my skull.The first thing I noticed was the cold. Then the sterile air that smelled wrong, like antiseptic mixed with something metallic that made my wolf recoil. My wrists burned where silver restraints held me down, the












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