LOGINChapter 94: Reunion at Iron FangThe Silverado rolled into the Iron Fang Motorcycle Club yard just as the last wash of daylight turned the desert copper and gold.Nico could see it all at once through the windshield—the rows of bikes, the wide open lot, the low buildings baked by sun and dust, the riders clustered near the garage and main hall like they’d already started deciding what kind of night this was going to be. There was noise everywhere: engines ticking as they cooled, the low murmur of men talking, a radio somewhere playing too softly to identify.And then Ravenna saw them.She came out of the garage with a rag in one hand, dark hair pulled back, grease still on her fingers, and the expression on her face changed the instant she spotted the truck. First sharp focus. Then something warmer. Wilder.“Elara,” she called, already moving.Elara had barely put the truck in park before Ravenna was there at the driver’s side door, yanking it open with enough force to make Nico smirk
Chapter 93: WestboundThe road out of Houston stretched long and hot beneath a hard Texas sky.Nico sat in the passenger seat of Elara’s big Chevy Silverado 2500 XRT Custom, watching the city fall away behind them while the truck ate up miles with calm, unstoppable power. The cab smelled faintly of leather, sunlight, and the soft trace of Elara’s perfume. Everything about the vehicle felt like her—strong, controlled, a little intimidating, and built to carry more weight than it let on.Elara drove with one hand on the wheel, relaxed but alert. The other rested near the console, close enough that Nico could reach for it whenever he wanted. The road opened ahead in pale ribbons of asphalt and heat shimmer.He leaned back and exhaled slowly. “You really do own the kind of truck that makes people move out of your way.”Elara didn’t glance at him. “Good.”He smiled. “That wasn’t a denial.”“It wasn’t meant to be.”The bond between them hummed low and steady, stronger now in travel than it
Chapter 91: Calls Across DistanceThe morning felt quieter than it should have.Nico sat with Elara on the terrace outside the Voss Estate, both of them half in sunlight and half in the shadow of the house behind them. The fields stretched out beyond the stone railings in long gold lines, but neither of them was really looking at Texas.They were looking outward.Toward the others.Toward distance.Elara checked her phone, then glanced at Nico. “Ravenna should be awake by now.”Nico gave a small nod. “You sure she’ll answer?”Elara’s mouth curved faintly. “She always answers. Eventually.”That was enough for her to place the call.***The line rang twice before Ravenna picked up.“Tell me this better be important,” she said, voice rough with sleep and dry with attitude. “Or I’m hanging up and going back to bed.”Elara smiled despite herself. “Good morning to you too.”A beat of silence.Then Ravenna’s voice sharpened with instant alertness. “Elara?”“Yeah.”“And Nico?”He leaned close
Chapter 88: Morning AfterMorning arrived slowly, carrying pale light through the curtains and across the room like something hesitant to intrude.Nico woke first.For a moment, he didn’t move. Elara was still tucked against him, one arm resting lightly across his chest, her breathing soft and even. The quiet in the room felt different from the quiet of the rest of the house. Outside, the estate was already stirring. Somewhere far below, doors opened and closed. Footsteps crossed marble. The day had begun.But in here, time still belonged to them.He turned his head slightly and looked at her.Even asleep, she carried herself like she was aware of everything around her. Her hair was loose across the pillow, dark against the white linen. Her face had softened in sleep in a way he didn’t often get to see when she was awake and guarded and sharp.He thought, not for the first time, that she was devastatingly beautiful.Then she stirred.Her eyes opened slowly, gold and focused even throu
**Chapter 121: Elara’s Door**The dining room had barely settled before Nico followed Elara down the hall.She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. The bond between them thrummed like a living wire, pulling him after her with every step. The Voss Estate had fallen into a deep, velvet hush. Only the low glow of wall lamps and the faint creak of old floorboards accompanied them.Elara pushed open her bedroom door and stepped inside. Nico crossed the threshold right behind her. The moment the door clicked shut, she turned, pressed her back against the polished wood, and looked at him with dark, half-lidded eyes.“Well?” Her voice was velvet and smoke.Nico’s pulse hammered. “I was trying to give you a moment.”“I don’t want a moment.” She closed the distance in three slow steps, fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt. “I want you. Naked. In my bed. Inside me.”The words hit him like a spark on dry tinder. He caught her face in both hands and kissed her—hard, deep, devouring
Chapter 120: Dinner with the Voss Family Dinner at the Voss Estate was less a meal than a careful demonstration of power.The dining room stretched long beneath crystal light fixtures and dark carved beams, with a table so polished it caught the candlelight in thin, golden lines. Every place setting was perfect. Every glass gleamed. The staff moved like shadows along the walls, efficient and silent, appearing only when needed and vanishing just as quickly.Nico sat straight-backed beside Elara, trying not to look as aware of himself as he felt.It was not going well.Across from him, Amara Voss sat with elegant composure, auburn hair pinned without a flaw, crimson lips untouched by the wine in her glass. She looked like she had been born to judge the world and had never once regretted it.At the head of the table, Elijah cut into his meal with the unhurried confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted from a room and expected the room to cooperate.“You’re staring at the plat
Chapter 47 No Clothes, No ProblemNico shifted under the heavy comforter, the warmth of four bodies still pressed close making it hard to want to move at all. The afterglow lingered—skin sticky, breaths slow, the faint scent of sex and cedar smoke hanging in the air. He stared up at the ceiling bea
Chapter 46 Rebel BaseBreakfast had been eaten in a lazy sprawl across the bed—plates balanced on knees, coffee mugs passed hand to hand, fingers stealing bites from each other’s plates with soft laughter and teasing swipes. The suite still smelled faintly of pancakes, bacon grease, and the lingeri
Chapter 45 Morning HeatThe first rays of filtered dawn slipped through the tinted windows—soft gray light that barely touched the room but was enough to wake the others slowly. Nico lay in the center of the bed, still naked under the heavy comforter, body relaxed in a way it hadn’t been in years.
Chapter 44 Under the CoversThe sheets were still warm from their bodies, the faint scent of cedar soap and skin clinging to the fabric as Nico slipped beneath them with a small, mischievous grin. Elara felt the mattress dip, the comforter shifting like a slow wave. She propped herself up on her e







