LOGINGetting Marcus out of that wood was a nightmare. He was bleeding everywhere, his shirt ruined and sticking to his skin, but I didn’t care. I just kept him on his feet, my arm hooked tight under his armpit, half-carrying him until we found my car hidden near the road. The drive to the building was silent. Every time I looked over at him, he was getting paler, and my heart felt like it was going to stop. I needed to get him to the only place that felt like home, the only place where I knew we were safe: Vale Enterprises.************I don’t even remember getting him up to the top floor. We must have looked like a mess, but the security team knew not to ask questions when they saw my face. We got into my office, and I kicked the door shut behind us. and for the first time in twenty-four hours, I could breathe.But as soon as the door shut, the adrenaline left me, and everything else came crashing down. Ethan was in the hospital, my life was basically a war zone, and I felt like I was lo
Jax laughed. The sound was ugly and mean. He pressed his sharp claws deeper into Marcus’s neck. A fresh line of dark blood ran down the assassin’s throat.Noah watched from his hiding spot in the cold mud. His chest felt incredibly tight. It was hard to breathe. He could not lose Marcus. This man had saved him. This man had shown him what it felt like to be loved and protected in a world full of lies. Seeing the man he cared about so much about to die did something very strange to Noah.**********His fear completely vanished. It melted away into pure, hot anger. His hybrid blood completely boiled over with pure fear and rage. It was a wild, heavy feeling inside his veins. He no longer cared about the pain in his neck. He did not care about the burning leather collar. He only cared about saving his mate.Noah pushed his hands into the dirt. He ripped himself out from under the thick fallen tree trunk. He did not just crawl out. He moved with a terrifying, blinding speed that was faste
The noise from the sky was so loud it made Noah’s teeth hurt.The thick trees shook wildly as the huge black helicopter hovered right above them. The giant blades kicked up a massive storm of dead leaves. The wind whipped across Noah’s bare skin. He squinted through his burning tears.Men were dropping out of the sky.They came down thick black ropes, hitting the ground with heavy thuds. They wore thick black armor from head to toe. They carried big, scary guns. The bright white searchlight from the helicopter shined on them, making them look like dark monsters coming to clear out the woods.Marcus did not wait. He did not freeze. His cold gray eyes darted around the clearing and locked onto a massive, dead oak tree that had fallen over a long time ago. The trunk was huge, and there was a small, dark hole right underneath it.“Get down! Stay there!” Marcus yelled. His voice cut right through the loud noise of the helicopter.Before Noah could even nod, Marcus grabbed him hard by
*******The tall man stepping out from behind the thick trees didn’t run. He didn’t even draw a gun. He just stood there with a nasty, slow smile stretching across his face, his eyes catching the strange red moon. It was Jaxon, Kael’s right-hand man. Noah knew that heavy chest and that annoying, arrogant posture anywhere. He was the guy who did all the pack’s dirty work.“You guys run pretty fast for city boys,” Jaxon said, his voice a low rumble that made the small hairs on Noah’s arms stand right up. He took a slow step forward, dry leaves crunching loudly under his heavy boots. “But the game is over, Noah. Kael is done playing nice with you. He sent me to bring his King home. The pack is waiting, and we don’t like to be kept waiting.”Marcus didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. He didn’t say a word back. He just brought his gun up in one smooth, lightning-fast motion and pulled the trigger.*BANG.*The bullet ripped through the dirt right between Jaxon’s boots, kicking
Noah lay there in the dark, Marcus’s arm heavy across his chest like he was scared to let go even for a second. The safe house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your ears ring. Noah’s skin still felt sticky from sweat and everything they’d done, but his mind wouldn’t shut up. The belt collar was back around his neck. He’d put it on himself after the heat faded, because it made him feel like he belonged to someone real. Marcus’s someone. Not some prophecy. Not some throne.But now the leather was turning mean now.It started as a warm spot, nothing big. Noah shifted a little, trying not to wake Marcus. His wolf was already pacing inside his ribs, claws dragging slow across bone. The moon outside pulled at him even through the roof. He could feel it in his blood, thick and wild, like it wanted him to run and never stop. That was the worst part of being half vampire, half wolf. The human CEO life had been a lie that fit too tight. This power waking up felt like freedom and a
Marcus turned the corner and stopped cold. His eyes got big, then went dark with hurt and mad. He smelled Kael all over Noah right away. That heavy wolf smell stuck to Noahs skin and shirt like it owned him.The fight blew up fast like a firework.You think he sees you, Marcus said, voice all shaky and kinda angry. He sees the hybrid prize, not the man I love.Noah pushed back hard eyes burning hot. At least he offers me a throne instead of a fucking war I never wanted ,all I ever wanted was to be a CEO who was loved and cherished but nah I am a hybrid with a prophecy hanging on his neck and am so in love with my assassin who was sent to kill me.Marcus grabbed Noahs arms tight and shoved him back into the wall. Their bodies crashed close chests breathing so fast their cocks pressed hard through the clothes rubbing angry and needy. Breath hot on each others faces. Marcus mouth was right there teeth showing like he might bite or kiss or both. It felt like they were about to fuck ri
My knees hit the hardwood with a thud that vibrated up my spine. I was the CEO of a billion-dollar empire. I fired people before my morning coffee. I ran boardrooms like a small god. But looking up at Marcus Blackwood from the floor, none of that mattered. The power I spent years building felt like
The gun felt like a block of ice in my hand, heavy enough to make my wrist ache. Beyond the steel door, the world had turned into a literal horror movie. I could hear the sound of bodies hitting walls, the sound of breaking glass, and those horrible, high-pitched snarls that didn’t sound like any
The door of La Marée swung open, letting in a rush of cool evening air. My head snapped up. My heart was already ten steps ahead of my brain, it was hopeful, reckless, and beating so hard I was sure the waiter could hear it. For a split second, the entire restaurant went dead silent. I expected
The handle of the door began to turn. My heart stalled. My brain screamed at me to move, to grab a weapon, to do something, but I was frozen against the cold marble of the kitchen counter. My blood was running hot and fast, a chaotic mix of adrenaline and raw, unresolved arousal, i bit my down lip







