LOGINWaking up didn't feel like a miracle. Instead, it unfolded as a cruel parody of survival, a sick joke played at my expense.My first breath was a rough intake of damp soil and the copper stench of my own blood. I was face-down in the sludge of the ravine, my cheek pressed against a mossy root that felt like a cold, dead finger. For a long time, I just stayed there, waiting for the darkness to take me back. But the void was gone, replaced by a grey, weeping dawn filtering through the thick canopy of the North Ridge.I had crawled back from the edge of nothing, dragged into rebirth though I had never asked for such a privilege.As the fog in my brain cleared, the memory of the blade returned, sharp and vivid. I could still feel the silver sliding into my throat, turning my blood to liquid fire. But it wasn't the pain that stayed with me. It was the image of Ahri afterward.Before the guards had dragged my seizing body away, I had seen it all.Ahri didn't look away, nor did he show any r
Rebirth in Blood: Vengeance in the MarrowBook 4; Chapter 1 – The Wrong TwinThe moonlight no longer felt like a blessing.It was a cold spotlight illuminating the ruins of a life I’d spent twenty-one years building.I didn’t knock.No, an Alpha’s mate doesn't ask for permission to enter her own mate’s office. But as the doors swung open, the air rolling out was pregnant with the taint of lust, a cloying heat that made my skin crawl before my eyes could even process what was playing out in front of me.The sight pierced me, sharp and merciless.No other than my twin sister, Raskha, was tangled in my fated mate’s arms, her back arched over his mahogany desk. His large, calloused hands, the same hands that had traced my spine this morning, were buried in her hair, pulling her head back as his mouth worked hungrily at the curve of her throat.Raskha’s breathless moans ricocheted off the stone walls, a melodic sound that shattered the silence of my heart.For a heartbeat, the world went
The garden is alive with laughter, a sound that feels like the only real thing in a world that used to be made of glass and documents.I lean back in the cushioned chair beneath the old oak, its massive branches stretching wide enough to shield me from the aggressive afternoon sun. The air here is different than it was in the city, it’s heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and the faint, salt-licked breeze that follows Roderick wherever he goes.My twins—two golden-haired whirlwinds—are knee-deep in their sandpit, building castles that collapse as quickly as they rise. Every tumble is met with roaring giggles, their joy echoing through the pack’s grounds like a melody I never tire of hearing. They move with a coordinated grace that sometimes stops my breath, a synchronicity that feels far too uncanny for three-year-olds.I watch them, my hand instinctively resting on the high, hard curve of my belly.The weight is familiar now, comforting even. In just a few days, another son will
The ride to the restaurant was steeped in unspoken tension, the kind that feels like it’s vibrating in your teeth.Sitting in the back of the Bentley, squeezed between two massive Alpha energies, I felt the heaviness pressing down on my chest. The car was a vault of silent, expensive leather, and every time the driver hit a bump, my shoulders brushed against theirs, sending sparks through the silk of my dress.Rapha broke the silence first, his tone low but oddly casual, though I could see the way his pulse was jumpy in his neck.“You’ve been quiet this week,” he said, his thigh pressed firmly against mine. “Besides the logistics and the distribution paperwork, you’ve been… distant. Even when we were in the same room.”I turned my head a little, meeting his gaze.The smoky eyeliner made me feel like I was looking at him from behind a shield. “I was giving you space, like you asked. And honestly? I was enjoying the peace. I actually got through a Tuesday without someone hovering over m
"Happy birthday, Rahab." Nisi’s voice drifted smoothly from behind the sea of red roses, with a hint of something darker underneath. It was like taking a slow sip of aged whiskey—rich, deep, and with just a touch of danger that made my skin crawl. I froze there, standing at the door, eyes fixed on the wall of roses that seemed to bleed into the dim hallway.Damn!I’d completely lost track of the date.Between endless reports, dodging sharp looks from Alphas, and dragging my own doubts from my time with Roderick, the days had blurred together. Today was my twenty-first birthday, the official step into adulthood, according to their rules, biology, and beliefs. To the rest of the world, it was just a legal milestone. To the men in front of me, it was the day the clock ran out.And suddenly, everything felt weird. I blinked, caught off guard, then slowly took in what was happening.The usual coolness, that ‘Corporate Chill’, was gone entirely. Both guys stood in the narrow hallway, bu
Saturday didn’t feel like a day of judgment; it felt like a graduation, a rite of passage into a version of myself I was finally ready to meet.I woke up with a clarity that usually only comes after a long, dreamless sleep, but this was different. The fog that had clouded my mind and dulled my nerves was gone. It was as if a heavy curtain had been pulled back, revealing a horizon I’d been afraid to approach.There was a strange, exhilarating weightlessness that made my heartbeat quicken, like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing I was about to leap, but feeling strangely unafraid. For the first time in weeks, I felt a sense of purpose, clear and unfiltered. I was humming as I moved around the apartment, an upbeat, almost mischievous tune, the kind that makes your shoulders sway and your spirits lift. It was a soundtrack for a new beginning, a celebration of freedom.I paused at the window, looking out at the city waking up below, and whispered to the two dogs, Ranger and Soldier,
For a moment, our gazes met across the space between us.It was a quick, sharp glance, the kind that felt like a warning shot, almost piercing in its intensity. She seemed ready to say something sharp, maybe venomous, but then she spun on her heel and disappeared into the thick unde
After demolishing a mountain of pancakes, the cabin seemed to hum with an inexplicable buzz, as if the very air was infused with caffeine.We spent the rest of the day embodying the classic mountain retreat mantra: doing absolutely nothing that resembled productivity.“So, what’s the plan, Captain?
The tension in the clearing was sharp enough to taste, a metallic tang that sat heavy on my tongue. Zelly stood on the porch of the dark-log cabin, her posture fluid and dangerous, like a cat deciding whether to pounce or purr.She wasn't wearing her usual campus clothes today. Instead, she was dec
Selima’s smile faltered, her confusion echoing the sudden rush of adrenaline in my chest.“Oh, I... I was just joking, Mrs. Rosa. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You know, because the woods are dark, and the moon’s nearly full? Just a stupid joke.”My father let out a breath that sounded more li







