Mag-log inFour years ago, I watched Alpha Adrian slaughter my parents and destroy the Nightfall Pack. Everyone I loved turned to ash and blood that night—everyone except Asher, my best friend who pulled me from the flames. Now I'm infiltrating his pack as a slave vengeance in my heart. I've waited four years for this moment. Four years to get close enough to kill him just as he killed my parents. But fate is a cruel bitch. The mate bond snapped the moment I entered his quarters, binding me to the one man I swore to kill. My body betrays me, craving his touch while my mind screams for his death. And when Adrian finally feels it too, when he discovers I'm the last survivor of the pack he destroyed, everything changes. He says he needs me. That I'm the cure to an ailment slowly killing him. I need him too—he's the only one who can heal my broken wolf and help me shift again. The bond doesn't lie. And neither does the truth I'm starting to uncover about that bloody night. My heart is torn between my best friend who saved me and the mate who killed my parents and holds the key to making me whole again.
view more[FOUR YEARS AGO ]
🪷ISORA🪷
“Take a deep breath sweetheart… breath through it, let her out”
I screamed tears through the night as my bones splintered and reformed. My Mother's voice was cool even as my body convulsed.
It's my eighteen years birthday and my first shift ever.
“It hurts mom…it hurts a lot” I couldn't bear the pains
“I know baby girl, I know but you're doing so well, your wolf is beautiful” my mother's voice remained steady and calm “just a little more...”
She didn't get to complete her statement. The explosion cut her off
Fire erupted across the eastern tree line, turning night into day. The blast wave hit a heartbeat later, hot and reeking of smoke and something worse. Something burning that shouldn't burn.
"What!" I screamed, the pain eating deep to my core, I'm still in transition "What's happening?"
My mother was already shifting, bones cracking with practiced ease. My father burst through the trees, massive and dark in his wolf form.
Shadow Pack, his voice roared through the pack link. They're everywhere. Get Isora out!
The link exploded with screaming.
Dozens of voices, all at once. Pain. Terror. Death.
"Mom?" My voice came out small and broken. I've been hit, I'm now in my Wolf form but I'm bleeding terribly.
My mother's silver wolf nudged me hard . “Run to the river. Asher will be there. Run, Isora. Don't stop. Don't look back”.
"I won't leave you!"
"You don't have a choice." She pushed me as arrows were flying, one hit me on my limp and I shifted to my human form violently.
Wolves poured through the trees like living shadows. Too many. Too fast. They moved with brutal efficiency, cutting down everything in their path.
I tried to shift again, I tried to help, I tried to fight and save my people. Pain exploded in my side. I looked down, dazed, at the blood spreading across my ribs. I must have sustained another arrow hit.
My father's howl shattered what was left of the night. Raw. Anguished. Final.
My head snapped up in time to see him fall beneath a mass of black fur and snapping jaws. I saw the wolves tear into him, vicious and thorough. I saw the light leave his eyes.
"No…no...DAD!"
I lurched forward, but my mother was there, blocking my path. Blood matted her silver fur. So much blood already.
"Go. NOW."
"I won't...I can't..."
A wolf came at us from the left. My mother met it mid-leap, jaws closing around its throat. The crunch of bone. The gurgle of a final breath.
Then three more wolves replaced it.
Hands grabbed me from behind, human hands, strong and shaking. Asher.
"We have to go," he gasped, his face streaked with soot and tears. "Isora, we have to..."
"Let go of me!" I fought him, clawing at his arms. "My parents! MOM!!!" I screamed, it was raw, it was brutal.
Through the chaos, through the fire and blood and screaming, I saw him. A man stood in the center of the massacre, tall and dark and utterly calm. His bare chest was painted with blood, his black hair wild, his eyes the cold blue of a winter sky. He moved through my people like death incarnate, precise, brutal, unstoppable.
He reached my father's broken body. Stood over it for one terrible moment.Then moved toward my mother.
"No," I whispered. "No, no, no..."
My mother fought. She fought like the warrior she was, taking down two wolves, then three. But there were too many. Always too many.
The dark-haired man, Alpha Adrian, she realized with numb horror closed in.
"MOM!" My scream ripped my throat raw.
My mother's silver wolf turned one last time. Even bleeding, even dying, those eyes found me across the carnage.
“I love you. Survive. Make them pay.”
Then Alpha Adrian's jaws closed around her throat.The sound my mother made…half-howl, half-gurgle...would haunt my nightmares forever.
"Don't look." Asher's hand covered my eyes, but it was too late.
I'd seen it. I'd seen my mother go limp. I'd seen Adrian drop the body like trash. I'd seen him lift his bloodstained muzzle to the moon and howl, victorious and terrible.
Something inside me shattered.
My wolf, already injured, already terrified, retreated so deep I couldn't feel it anymore. I couldn't feel anything except a vast, howling emptiness where my family used to be.
"Isora." Asher shook my body. "Isora, we have to move."
Around us, the Nightfall Pack was dripping with blood, everywhere furs, bodies, blood. The pack link went silent.
Asher dragged me toward the river, my legs barely working. I looked back once, just once.
Alpha Adrian stood in the ruins, surrounded by bodies. My people. My pack. My family.
He shifted back to human, blood dripping from his hands, his face carved from ice and cruelty. He surveyed his work with those cold blue eyes, and I knew…knew he felt nothing. No remorse. No mercy. Just brutal, efficient slaughter.
"I'll kill you," I whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of flames. "I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll kill you for this."
🪷ISORA🪷The walk back to the pack from the cabin had been quiet, the kind of quiet that did not need to be filled with words because everything that needed to be said had already been said with hands and mouths and the way he had growled my name when he came. I could still feel the echo of it in my chest, the vibration of his voice rolling through me like thunder, and every time I thought about it, my thighs pressed together and my face went hot.Now I was in my room, standing in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall, and I was smiling at myself like a fool. My lips were still slightly swollen and my hair was still tangled from his hands and there was a flush on my cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the memory of him falling apart because of me.I had never seen Adrian lose control like that. I had never heard him make those sounds, low and rough and desperate, like he was trying to hold back and failing. His hands in my hair, his hips thru
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😈AZRIAN😈The omega beneath me was crying.Her tears ran down her temples and disappeared into her dark hair and her body jerked with every thrust I drove into her. I had my hand pressed over her mouth to keep her quiet but the screams still came through, muffled and wet and desperate, and the sound of them made my cock harder."Please," she choked out against my palm. "Please, my lord, it hurts—"I did not answer her. I fucked her harder.She was not the first omega I had taken and she would not be the last. Her tears did not move me and her pain did not register and her begging was nothing but fuel for the fire burning in my chest. I closed my eyes and I imagined Isora beneath me.I had seen her first through the bond during the red moon at Winterfell, when she was unconscious and vulnerable and her mind was open to me. I entered her dreams and I stood in the shadows of her subconscious and I watched her sleep. She was lying on her side with her dark hair spread across the pillow a
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🪷ISORA🪷I waited thirty more minutes before making my move.My mind kept circling back to what I'd heard Beta Garrick say earlier.Medicine...full moon. Adrian is sick?What kind of sickness required medicine and had something to do with the full moon?I filed it awa
🐺ADRIAN🐺It wasn't that I wanted to protect Isora from Damon.I didn't care, actually.Damon used females as sex slaves, everyone knew that. His pack was notorious for it. And if he wanted to proposition one of my servants, that was his problem, not mine.Except it wasn't me
🪷ISORA🪷I finished making the cookies and juice exactly as ordered—perfectly golden cookies arranged on a silver tray, fresh orange juice in a crystal pitcher. My hands moved mechanically, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.It was like he read my thoughts.How did h






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