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Bought in Blood, Born a Queen

Bought in Blood, Born a Queen

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Familial Bond

Alpha

Hate to Love

He didn't choose me as a mate. He chose me as a write-off. When Darius Blackwood auctioned off my family's debt at the pack ceremony, Kaelen Thorne a billionaire Lycan King, cold-blooded strategist, the most untouchable Alpha alive — bought it without blinking. To him, I was leverage. A line item in a larger acquisition. Three years of my absolute obedience in exchange for a debt I never actually owed. What Kaelen doesn't know could fill the ledger he thinks he owns. I'm not packless. I'm not powerless. I am the last of a bloodline his entire empire was built to exploit and I've been suppressing my true nature long enough to know exactly how to use his arrogance against him. He bought a broken girl. He doesn't know he invited a queen into his kingdom. But the longer I stay in his penthouse, the harder it gets to remember that he is not the man I'm supposed to want. That this contract was never supposed to feel like something else. That when Kaelen Thorne finally looks at me — really looks and says mine like it's the only word that makes sense… I'm not supposed to believe him. He settled a debt. I'm here to collect.

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POV: Eira The candles had been litted for a mating ceremony and very thing is set.That was the first thing Eira noticed when they led her into the hall of three hundred white tapers arranged in the old formation, the one reserved for bond acknowledgments and sacred unions. Someone had spent hours workingon them to make the place beatitful. Someone had believed, or pretended to believe, that tonight was going to be something worth honoring.She stood at the center of the Blackwood ceremony hall in a dress of color fresh snow and she counted the candles in there numbers instead of the faces.One. Two. Three.The hall was full. Every senior pack member, every elder, every family that owed the Blackwood name a debt of allegiance, all of them arranged in neat rows like witnesses at a trial. This sence gave her the picture of what is about to happen.At the front of the room was Darius.He had a sharp jaw, a relaxed demeanor, and a smile that appeared just ahead of his true emotions. He w
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The Winning Bid
POV: EiraShe had never seen him in person. She hadn't needed to. His name traveled through Lycan society the way storm warnings moved through coastal towns — quietly, deliberately efficient with the kind of urgency that came from people who had learned the hard way not to ignore certain things.He was taller than she'd pictured. Broader at the shoulders. He wore a dark suit that cost more than most pack members made in a year, and he moved through the candlelit hall with the ease of a man who had long since stopped trying to impress any room he walked into. He didn't need them. They needed him, and everyone there knew it — you could see it in the way people leaned back, almost imperceptibly as he passed their rows.He wasn't has handsome asDarius. Darius was constructed — every feature placed for effect; every expression fine-tuned to charm. Kaelen Thorne looked like something that had simply come out the way it came out, with no particular interest in anyone's approval. A hard jaw.
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The Contract Signing
POV: EiraThe room had no windows.That was the first thing she noted when the woman in the charcoal suit. She told me her name is Maren, she had finally offered, no last name, no handshake — led her through a side corridor of the Blackwood estate annex and into what appeared to be a private legal suite.Glass walls on three sides, but the glass faced inward, not out. Into other rooms. Other offices. A fishbowl built to give the impression of transparency while delivering none of its actual substance. The kind of architecture that said we have nothing to hide while making sure nothing could ever be seen.Eira sat in the chair across from Maren and placed both hands flat on the table.The surface was cold. Everything in this room had been chosen to make the person on her side of the table feel common and temporary. Her chair sat slightly lower than Maren's. The lighting was positioned to fall on the documents, not on the face reading them.She noticed all of it. She said nothing about
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The Ride Uptown
POV: EiraHe was already on his phone when she got in.It’s not as a power move for she could tell the difference between performance and genuine indifference, and this was the latter. He simply had other things to attend to, and she wasn't one of them right now. The car door had barely shut behind her before his thumb was moving across the screen again, his attention somewhere far removed from the leather interior and the woman now sitting eighteen inches to his left.She settled against the door and let him have his indifference.She was busy anyway.The car moved through the Hudson Valley darkness with the smooth, unhurried confidence of a vehicle that had never once been stuck in traffic it couldn't find a way around. Outside the window, the estate gates dropped away and then there was nothing but road and treeline and the occasional scattered light of a house set far back from the rest of the world.She watched the dark, thought about the contract folded in her jacket pocket met
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Floor Fifty-Five
POV: Eira The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse.No lobby, corridor nor transitional space between the outside world and Kaelen Thorne's private domain. The doors simply parted, revealing it all at once revealing the full expanse of it, immediate and overwhelmingly beautiful. Three sides of floor-to-ceiling glass framed Manhattan below like a circuit board someone had set on fire.Eira stepped out and did not stop moving. Stopping would have looked like awe. She was not going to give this apartment that satisfaction.She gave it calculation instead.The space was vast in the way that certain silences are vast and not empty, but deliberately cleared. Every surface had been chosen with the precision of someone who understood that restraint was its own form of power. Dark stone floors stretched beneath her feet. Furniture in charcoal and slate sat low and angular. No art on the walls nor photographs and no evidence anywhere that a person lived here rather than simply ope
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The Rules
POV: KaelenHe had given her twenty minutes.It was a measured allowance. Neither indulgent nor severe, but sufficient for a new arrival to orient herself before stillness hardened into avoidance. Experience had taught him that the first exchange on the first morning established the tone of everything that followed. Too much ease invited misinterpretation. Misinterpretation bred assumption. And assumption always demanded correction.He did not waste time on correction.When he stepped out of the east corridor at six fourteen, he found her already in place.She stood within the office, positioned with quiet precision just beyond the immediate boundary of his desk. Not too close. Not distant enough to appear disengaged. Her hands rested at her sides, her posture composed in a way that did not suggest effort. The phone he had arranged for her the previous evening lay in her grasp, the schedule he had sent open on the screen.She had read it thoroughly.He saw it in the way she held the d
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First Morning
POV: EiraThe penthouse was different at five thirty.Not quiet because the building never truly slept, its systems moving within the walls in a constant, low hum that maintained order whether anyone listened or not. Yet the silence carried a different texture at this hour, because the city beyond the glass had not yet claimed the day, and the windows reflected the room back at itself, turning the world inward instead of outward.Everything seemed contained and unobserved.She preferred it.She had risen at four forty and completed the suppression ritual in the smaller room, choosing the full cycle rather than the abbreviated version she used for maintenance, because she needed the deeper steadiness it provided. It left her defined and clear, certain of where she began and where she ended.Afterward, she dressed and made the bed with deliberate care, smoothing each line into place, because order, however small, had always mattered. It was the simplest form of control and the most reli
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What Darius Took
POV: EiraThe filing room was on the thirty-ninth floor, not the penthouse archive but a separate level accessed by an internal elevator, reserved for physical records that predated Thorne Holdings’ digital migration and had never been fully converted: old acquisition files, historical pack agreements, land surveys spanning four decades, all filed with the meticulous, almost obsessive care of someone who did not trust that the past would remain legible unless preserved physically.She had been sent to cross-reference a mid-Atlantic property boundary dispute, and she approached it as she approached everything: methodically, drawer by drawer, folder by folder, building a mental map of the room as she moved, noting its quiet hum and the faint tang of aged paper that stirred something deeper within her, an echo of awareness she could never fully explain.Finding the mid-Atlantic survey was effortless. She set it on the reference table, smoothing it with her palm, and then, two drawers dow
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The First Boardroom
POV: EiraThe boardroom was on the forty second floor, with floor to ceiling glass on two sides and Manhattan laid out beyond it in midmorning light, performing itself in a way that reminded everyone in the room whose space this was. The table was long, dark, and expensive in the quiet way of things that did not need to announce their cost. Twelve chairs. Eight occupied. Water carafes placed at measured intervals. A presentation screen at the north end showed the Thorne Holdings acquisition interface, live and connected.She took her place against the back wall.Not a chair and no table. The back wall was where she had been directed to sit. just her presence and she should be silent unless she was asked to say something. She accepted the position without comment. She stood with her hands at her sides and her face into the neutrality she had spent twelve years perfecting, but there was something in the room that answered her anyway, a faint shift she could not have explained if asked.
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COLT
COLTPOV: EiraShe heard him before the elevator doors opened, and the laughter that reached her was real and unguarded, the kind that did not care who was listening or what they thought about it, and it rolled down the western corridor and into the outer office where she sat sorting correspondence so she simply held still for a moment to listen to the sound of someone who was genuinely happy to be exactly where they were.The doors opened, footsteps crossed the main floor, and a voice followed with a declaration that Kaelen had moved the furniture, and when Kaelen denied it with the assurance that the couch was where it had always been, the voice countered that it was absolutely not, so she rose from her desk and moved to the doorway of the outer office to find that the man standing in the center of the main living space was younger than Kaelen by several years with the same dark hair and the same strong jaw and the same height, but where Kaelen occupied a room like a closed door thi
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