LOGINMarcus lost it bad,dang and his eyes went black like the night sky with no stars,his claws came out he tore into the hunters who found us in the tunnels. Blood sprayed everywhere. Bodies dropped fast. He didn't think, just ripped and roared like the animal inside took over. I had to stop him before he killed them all and brought more trouble down on us. I ran straight at him, tackled him hard to the ground. My body slammed on top of his. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with everything I had. My legs straddled his chest. We were chest to chest, breathing hard, sweat and blood mixing between us. "Stop Marcus Come back to me," I said with my voice rough but kinda romantic too, My face was right over his. I could feel his heart pounding like crazy under me. The bond hit us both at once fear, rage, and something hotter. His hips pushed up against me. I felt his cock, hard and thick, pressing right against my ass through our torn pants. He stared up at me. The blac
The voice faded but the danger didn't. The pit swallowed two guardians, but more came swinging swords. Marcus was a blur of claws, ripping stone apart. "Noah, the relic – use it!" he yelled, but my hands shook, the collar searing my neck like fire. Ethan fired his last bullets, Elara's shield cracking. We backed toward a side door into old maintenance tunnels. We slipped through just as the vault sealed behind us with magic.The tunnels were pitch black. Cold water soaked us again, the smell worse down here. My boots slipped on slime, the sickness making agony. Visions hit hard – mom's silver eyes, blood on snow. "Almost out," Marcus said, his hand on my lower back, the bond sending strength, but I felt his doubt too now, after the voice's words. They knew about us from the start. All that time in the office, the bond snapping, him supposed to kill me but falling instead – it was their plan to break me here.We waded for what felt like hours, but the tunnels branched wrong. Then we he
We dropped into the sewer tunnel, the cold water soaking my pants and making the collar burn even hotter against my skin. “Damn, this place is nasty,” I muttered, coughing as the smell hit me hard. Marcus pulled me close, his arm tight around my waist. “I got you, baby. Just breathe.” His voice was rough, but the bond between us hummed warm, pushing back some of the sickness that was eating at me from the inside.Ethan led the way with his phone light, checking the old map he’d printed. “Service tunnel ends at the east hatch. Elara’s got the fragment ready to fake the blood sig.” Elara nodded, her bag clutched tight, the relic piece glowing faint inside it. We waded through the muck, my boots sticking in the sludge with every step. My head was spinning with old visions – blood on snow, howls in the dark, that silver eyed woman calling my name. Mom, the one I never got to know, the vampire princess who hid me to stop a war. The pain in my gut was getting worse, like my hybrid blood was
I came to with my cheek pressed against cold marble, the taste of copper and ash still thick on my tongue. My body felt like it had been run through a meat grinder—muscles locked tight, collar searing a fresh line of fire down my spine every time I breathed. Shadows flickered at the edges of my vision, thin black tendrils that wouldn’t stay put. Marcus was right there, one arm braced under my shoulders, the other hand gripping my jaw like he could hold me together by sheer force, he was literally scared.“Easy, baby. I got you.” His voice was gravel and smoke, eyes wild in that way that meant he’d been two seconds from tearing the whole cathedral apart. “You stopped breathing for a solid thirty seconds. Scared the hell out of me, and I didn’t give you the permission to die on me, he kissed my forehead.I coughed, spat black onto the dusty floor, and tried to laugh. It came out more like a wheeze. “Tell me I didn’t miss anything good.”Elara hovered a few feet back, arms crossed tight
The power surged one last time, and I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. The shadows ripped from my fingertips like black lightning, cracking the marble floor under my feet. The crowd gasped, some dropping to knees, others roaring so loud that I could barely hear myself and barely fangs. Kris's laugh echoed as he vanished into the chaos he'd started. Marcus's arm locked around my waist, dragging me toward the service stairs Ethan had scoped out. "Move, now!" he screamed, his voice thick with the bond's panic. Elara was right behind, her red-dress friend covering our backs with some witchy shield that shimmered like heat haze.************We burst into the night air, the limo waiting like a getaway car from a bad movie. Ethan floored it the second the doors slammed, tires squealing on wet pavement. I slumped against Marcus in the backseat, the world spinning. My chest was beating so fast I thought I would have a heart attack, like I'd run a marathon in hell. The collar seared my sk
We stepped back into the ballroom like nothing had happened in that hallway, but my body remembered every second of it. Marcus's cock had stretched me open and filled me up, and now every step sent a slick reminder of his cum inside me. The bond between us hummed warm and sated, but underneath the power clawed at the collar like a caged animal trying to break free. I adjusted my tie, forced the CEO smile onto my face, and let the lights from the chandeliers wash over us. The room smelled like expensive perfume, old money, and blood hidden under silk. Elites clustered in groups, their laughter too loud, their eyes too sharp as they watched everyone and everything. Elara stood near the dance floor with that red-dress woman, her posture relaxed but her gaze flicking to me every few seconds like she was checking if I'd cracked yet after the safehouse. Ethan lingered by the bar, swirling a glass of something dark, probably timing our move to the service stairs that led down to the catacomb
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 alarms kept screaming like the building itself had lost its mind.Red lights washed over the room, turning the glass walls into slices of blood-colored fear. Kris Heather stood in the middle of it all like he owned the chaos, one hand on the control panel, the other resting casually at his side
The second Kris Heather’s words hit my ears, my chest went icy. Famous. The kind of fame that doesn’t make you rich, doesn’t make you powerful—it makes you prey. My legs felt like they were stuffed with lead. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to turn the tables—but the Nullifier collar
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

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