LOGIN“Why do you suddenly want out of this marriage? Who the fuck are you screwing, you dumb bitch?!” “I'm not screw-” I tried to explain, but he was already on me and I screamed as he dragged me up by my neck, his hand so tight on my throat I couldn’t breathe. “Who is it?!” he growled. “Who the fuck would dare!” ---- In a world absent the mate bond, alliances were formed through blood, power, and betrayal rather than fate. Makena Blackwell was born into the mafia's lowest-ranking position, promised at birth to a powerful heir in exchange for her family's survival. She was ready to marry him. But he was ready to destroy her. On the night she was meant to die, however, something impossible happened. A man rose from the icy steel trays of her father’s morgue. He was a stranger, with no memory, no name, and no pulse. And when their gazes met, fate spoke the word they never expected to hear in their lifetime, echoing so loudly in their souls it shook the very fabric of their being. “Mate!” The man the world left for dead wasn’t just anyone; he was the dread every mafia house feared, and he was hers. She was promised to a prince of power… but fate gave her the king of the dead.
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Reaching the edge of the park, the car came to a halt, and my bodyguard stepped out before I could even reach for the door handle, scanning the area like the seasoned soldier he was. I followed him, adjusting my waistband's leggings and brushing a few stray curls away from my face before looking at him and telling him I'd see him in a moment. But I paused, seeing him take off his jacket, realizing he was getting ready to jog along. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked in a teasing tone, and he turned toward me, his mouth forming that familiar, knowing smile. He had just returned to work after a knee injury. There was no way I was going to let him run with me, and I made that clear to him. I motioned toward one of the nearby benches. "Sit down... doctor's orders," I added, and he opened his mouth to argue, his entire body exuding the stubborn protectiveness I'd grown up with. Lukas had been my bodyguard for as long as I could remember; he was human, but he was tough as nails and fiercely loyal. He was the only human my father trusted enough to know our secret, the secret of being wolves and all. I ducked back into the car before he could respond, grabbed a water bottle, and shoved it into his hands. “Hydrate,” I teased with a wink. “And sit your stubborn butt down. I’m an alpha wolf, remember? I can handle a few laps around a public park by myself.” He sighed, but the corners of his mouth raised in a reluctant smile as he accepted the bottle. “Fine,” he muttered. “But take your phone with you, and I’m timing you.” I laughed and tightened my shoelaces before jogging backward along the path. “Good! I plan on breaking my own record.” He watched me go, arms crossed, the ever-vigilant guardian. I adored him, and he had no reason to worry. I had been running in this park for years, and no one ever bothered me. They knew my father; they wouldn’t dare. The evening breeze swept across my skin, putting a spring in my step as I prepared to accelerate, and I looked back at Lukas for one last look before rounding the bend and disappearing from his view. But I froze as soon as my eyes lifted. Three men emerged from the tree line behind him, moving low and fast like predators stalking their prey, and my heart stopped. "Hey!" I yelled, coming to a complete stop. "What are you doing?!" Lukas tensed up at the sound of my scream, but he had not noticed them yet. "Behind you!" I yelled again, panicked as I began sprinting back toward him. Lukas reacted quickly, meeting them halfway with a roar of defiance. “Leave him alone!” I growled, running as fast as I could, but the sound of screeching tires echoed through the air before I could reach him. A dark car accelerated toward me from the shadows and skidded to a stop right next to the trail. Three men jumped out, moving toward me, and my wolf let out a growl as we began to shift. But everything happened too fast; the men had already closed in, and before we could finish the transformation, something cold and sharp pierced the skin on my neck. My legs buckled as the poison rushed through my veins, and I immediately felt my strength ebbing away. Hands grabbed me from every side, and I thrashed and kicked, my wolf snarling inside me, my mind frantically reaching out in a mind link to my father. 'Father!' I screamed in my head. ‘The park... I’m at the park.’ But something cold clamped around my neck before I could finish the thought. I knew what it meant... silver, and I fought it, every instinct screaming at me to shift, to tear them apart, but my limbs wouldn't move, and my wolf could only whimper inside me, strangled and trapped. I barely heard Lukas' grunts and shouts as rough hands shoved me backward, and I tumbled helplessly into the trunk of the car. Plunged into complete darkness, I tried to scream, to claw my way out, but it was useless. My lights went out. ---- Rough hands slapping my face startled me awake. "Wake up!" A voice barked, and I blinked, disoriented, as the surrounding shadows swirled and shifted until they gradually sharpened into shapes. I had no idea what was going on or where I was as my head lolled forward. And I couldn’t move. Thick ropes bound my wrists and ankles, pinning me to a chair, while a man shoved a camera in my face. "Smile for your father," he sneered, then turned and laughed with the others. “I want to be home by dinner. She’s awake; let’s do this and get the hell out of here.” His voice remained distant, but I snapped out of the haze when rough hands untied me, only to drag me forward. My body remained weak, and I couldn't feel my wolf as they continued to drag me, but then recognition struck. I knew this place. I'd been here numerous times before. I was in my family's morgue, specifically the cremation room. Just then, we rounded the corner, and I saw it: the heavy iron pit in the center, glowing with pulsing embers, while the thick stench of burnt flesh clung to the air. A scream ripped through my throat, and I thrashed, but the men only laughed, the one with the camera egging me on. “That’s right,” he chuckled. “Scream. Let Daddy hear you.” I tried to break free with all of my strength, but my body betrayed me, still weakened by whatever they had drugged me with and the collar around my neck. One of them yanked open the heavy metal door to the fire pit, and the searing wave of heat hit me immediately, forcing another guttural cry from my lips. "No! Please!” My feet skidded against the grimy floor as they dragged me closer, the flames licking the edges of my clothes with unbearable heat. "Father!" My tears obscured my vision. "Please help me, Father!" But my attackers weren't moved; they laughed harder instead. “Throw her inside," the man with the camera commanded, but a deafening crash shattered the air from the other side of the wall before the others could obey. They froze, including me. The wall to our right separated the room from the cold storage area, where bodies were stored in steel drawers. The men exchanged panicked glances while I let out a weak scream. "I thought you made sure no one would be here," the leader growled. “No one was supposed to be,” another stammered. But his words died mid-sentence as an icy chill swept through the room, so cold it made my breath fog in front of me. My gaze followed theirs to the doorway leading to the freezer. And there, half-hidden in the shadows, stood someone... a man stark naked, skin pale in the flickering light with steam rising from his heaving chest like mist. His eyes glowed a deep red in the darkness. And my breath caught the moment my gaze locked on the burning crimson of his... not with fear, but heat that shot through my bones like wildfire. My body stood rigid as I struggled to breathe and think, while my wolf, whom I couldn’t feel just moments before, stirred with a heat wave that sent a gasp through my mind. Everything fell silent before a single word I never imagined I'd hear in this lifetime shook the foundation of my soul, ripping the very fabric of my being. "MATE!"THIRD-PARTY POV Akira's man, who had been speaking, noticed Asher's slight shift and muttered, "He's awake." His eyes narrowed, and he moved toward Asher, grabbing the dart gun from a nearby table. His hand flexed around the trigger as he raised it. But Asher's hoarse voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "I'm working with Akira," Asher said, forcing strength into his voice, and the man froze mid-step. “Bullshit!” he snapped. "It's true," Asher insisted, and told him where Akira was. The man's eyes flickered uncertainly, but he kept the dart gun pointed. "Shut up." Asher's gaze shifted to the older woman and a younger woman standing next to her, most likely her daughter. They both seemed taken aback. “What if he’s telling the truth?” the older woman asked softly. "He isn't," the man snapped. "Akira would never work with him. Never." Asher set his jaw. "Pedro Martinez of the North is responsible for the deaths of Akira's parents." That had to be proof enough, he reasone
THIRD-PARTY POV Freya stood in front of the mirror, removing her makeup, when a knock sounded at the door. Vektor, fresh from the shower, glanced at her before putting on his robe and walking to the door. It was 10:30 p.m. “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, sir,” came Elijah’s voice from the hallway, “but Lance is here and requests to see you. I'd asked him to leave a message for me, but he said it was only for your ears and about Miss Makena. The mention of Makena caused Freya to drop everything and rush to the front. Vektor put on a pair of sweats, and Freya changed into something appropriate before following him. He did not try to stop her. He knew she would not back down. Asher rose to his feet as they entered the room, and Freya's eyes widened upon seeing him. Had he fought with the strigoi? Asher greeted them and apologized for arriving so late. His mouth twisted oddly as he spoke, and Freya's breath caught when she noticed he had no front teeth. "We tracked down M
MAKENA “She’s right,” Don interjected, and I looked at Val, already recognizing that familiar look in his eyes… the one he always had when he was about to say no. So I replied before he could, saying we would go. He looked at me, fully aware of what I had just done. I didn’t want to put Leonora and the others in danger either, but she was right. We needed a place to rest and regroup. And he was talking crazy right now. How the hell would he go after Ren and Akira? With no other choice, Val agreed. We then headed to the boat and thanked Don for everything. His lack of anger was what surprised me the most. He didn’t blame us for what happened… for the deaths of his friends, and I couldn’t stop myself from asking him why. He said Andreas was their leader, like an older brother to all of them, and if he had given his life for us, who were they to question that? I shed a few quiet tears at that. Andreas was truly one of a kind. We would never see anyone like him again. We drove back t
MAKENA Kian let out a feral growl and lunged at us, his eyes filled with rage, and Leonora screamed, scrambling to her feet in terror. But he never reached us. There was a sharp and fast gust that felt like the room blinked before a whimper broke the silence, followed by a thud that echoed off the walls as Kian's body crashed to the far side of the room, skidding and slamming hard against the wall. He lay there groaning, and my heart slammed into my ribs. Val now stood in front of me, like he’d barely exerted himself, and I hadn’t even seen him move. "Are you all right?" he asked, turning just enough to look back at me, his voice calm but his eyes still glowing with restrained power. Kian growled, slowly pushing himself up, visibly dazed, and I nodded, still staring at him. “Please don’t hurt him, Val. Please,” Leonora said softly, shocking both of us. How did she know his name? “Stop this, Kian. Your father knew who he was… what he was. He knew the truth, but chose to prote






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