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She was his enemy. Then she was his prisoner. Now, she is his soul-bound prey. Arielle Monet was raised to be a queen of the French Syndicate—loyal, lethal, and silent. When she is captured by the ruthless "Devil of Marseille," Girard Roux, she prepares to endure hell for her family. She waits for the rescue that will never come. Then comes the shattering truth: Her father didn't lose her. He sold her. Marcel Monet used his own daughter as a sacrificial lamb, a distraction to buy his escape while the wolf tore her apart. But Girard Roux doesn't want her blood. He wants her name, her spirit, and her life. In a move that shocks the underworld, he forces a ring onto her finger and a vow onto her lips. Trapped in his ancestral estate, Arielle expects a marriage of cold revenge. Instead, she finds a world of dark, carnal hunger and a terrifying secret hidden behind Girard’s golden eyes. He isn't just a Don. He isn't even human. As the moon rises and the beast within her husband begins to howl, Arielle faces a choice that will stain her soul: Run from the monster who bought her, or surrender to the Alpha who promises to burn the whole world down for her. One vow will bind them. One truth will break them. One taste will change everything.
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Bait for the devil 30. THE SILENT DEPTH OF SACRIFICE
The water didn’t feel cold at first. It felt like a heavy, velvet curtain closing over the world, silencing the roar of the storm and the crackle of the lightning. As I sank deeper into the black heart of the Mediterranean, the agony of the Solstice Strain—that jagged, purple lightning I had pulled from Girard’s soul—began to settle into a dull, pulsing ache. I was a tether, a grounding wire, and I had done my job. But as the surface light faded into a shimmering, distant memory, the realization hit me: a lightning rod is only useful until it melts. My lungs burned, a desperate, rhythmic throbbing that reminded me I was still human, still fragile, still bound by the laws of oxygen and bone. I watched a trail of silver bubbles float upward—my last breath, escaping into the abyss. Is this how it ends? I thought, my mind drifting toward the image of Elena in her nursery. Did I trade my life for his sanity? Above me, the water suddenly erupted. A massive, glowing shape
Last Updated : 2026-02-06Bait for the devil 29. THE ABYSS OF THE APEX
I stood at the helm of the Valkyrie, a high-speed, blacked-out interceptor boat designed for Syndicate smuggling. It was a vessel of silent lethality, its twin engines humming with a suppressed growl that barely rose above the roar of the gale. My knuckles were white as I gripped the steering wheel, my eyes locked on the holographic Bond-Tracker I had rigged to the dashboard. The tracker was a jagged, pulsing violet line. It wasn’t steady. It was erratic, jumping and flatlining like a dying heart. It was the visual representation of my connection to Girard—a link that Lucian Moretti had turned into a barbed-wire leash. “Proximity: two hundred meters,” the onboard computer chirped in a cold, synthetic tone. “Bio-signature: unstable. Elevated adrenaline. Accelerated cellular regeneration.” “He’s fighting it,” I whispered, my voice lost to the wind. “He’s trying to stay under the water to keep the fire in his brain from exploding.” Suddenly, a series of bright, blinding flares eru
Last Updated : 2026-02-01Bait for the devil THE NEUTRALIZING LUNA
The silence following Girard’s departure was more deafening than the storm. As the white-lightning aura of his body vanished beneath the churning black waves of the Mediterranean, the Lien de Sang didn’t just go cold—it went flat. It was the terrifying stillness of a heart monitor that had stopped its rhythmic beep. I stood at the edge of the jagged stone gap in the library wall, rain-soaked and shivering. The copper taste was still thick in my mouth, a lingering reminder of Lucian Moretti’s poison, but it was being replaced by the acrid scent of ozone and the heavy weight of realization. My husband hadn’t just fled; he had sacrificed his presence to save my life from the agony he felt when we were near. “Madame!” The voice was ragged. I turned to see Bastien stumbling into the ruined library. His tactical gear was shredded, and a deep gash across his shoulder was weeping crimson, but his eyes were clear—and filled with a desperate, mounting dread. He looked at the broken wall,
Last Updated : 2026-01-25Bait for the devil The GHOST and the GRAVE
*ARIELLE’s POV**The North Tower had gone from a sanctuary to a tomb in the span of an hour. I stood in the center of the library, the glow of six different computer monitors casting a sickly, pale light over my skin. My hands were shaking so violently I had to grip the edge of the mahogany desk just to keep from collapsing. Below, in the bowels of the estate, I could hear the sounds of a nightmare: the splintering of wood, the roar of a beast that had forgotten its name, and the terrified shouts of guards who didn’t know whether to protect their Alpha or run from him. The Lien de Sang was no longer a conversation; it was a scream. Every time Girard smashed a door or tore through a stone wall in his feral state, I felt the phantom impact in my own skull. The “ice” had turned into a searing, acidic heat. It felt as if my very soul were being sandpapered raw. “Think, Arielle. Think,” I whispered to myself, my eyes scanning the scrolls of data I had pulled from my fath
Last Updated : 2026-01-22Bait for the devil 24. The Rising Sun
The story of my life had begun in a basement, surrounded by the cold smell of damp concrete and the terrifying realization that my father had sold my soul for a patch of territory. But as I stood on the balcony of the North Tower, watching the sun begin to bleed over the Mediterranean, I realized t
Last Updated : 2026-03-30Bait for the devil The Solstice Shadow
Three months had passed since the Moot, and Marseille had transformed. The estate was no longer a fortress under siege; it was the seat of a new supernatural power. I sat in the grand library, surrounded by the ancient scrolls of the Roux lineage and the digital files of the Monet Syndicate. I
Last Updated : 2026-03-29Bait for the devil 22. The Aftermath of Fire
The master suite felt different that night. The fireplace was roaring, casting long, dancing shadows across the velvet curtains and the mahogany furniture. For the first time since I had been traded to this house, the air didn’t feel heavy with secrets. It felt light. It felt like victory.
Last Updated : 2026-03-28Bait for the devil 21. The seven minutes of hell
The attack wasn’t physical. It was as if the air had turned into liquid lead, pouring into my ears and eyes. The Seven—the pack’s most ancient shifters—didn’t move. They simply stared. Through the Lien de Sang, I felt a sudden, violent surge of images that weren’t mine. I saw the cellar where I
Last Updated : 2026-03-27
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