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!"MAKENA Val and I said our final goodbyes to Kian and Ana shortly after ten o'clock. They had been amazing, helping us unpack, and had stayed long after everything was in place. I’d even tested out the kitchen, whipping up something quick but hearty, which we all ate together around the small dining table. Following dinner, we shared two more bottles of wine. Val had stepped away to take a call from a colleague who needed a shift covered, and I was drawn to the balcony by the soft hush of the night outside. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped out into the warm breeze and gripped the railing as I took a deep breath. The city lights blinked softly in the distance, and as Thomlin had promised, I could barely hear the hum of traffic far below. Everything smelled new, fresh paint, wood polish, the faint scent of clean linen, and hints of lavender from somewhere in the building. It truly felt like a fresh start, and Andreas's words echoed in my head: "This is the beginning of go
AKIRA I cursed under my breath as a car blocked my path, crawling along as if it had nowhere to be. I was still following Asher, and every second counted. I'd hung out with the cleaning crew outside the Red Palace, pretending to be busy while waiting for my cousin to come out, and I was about to give up, thinking he'd been killed, when he finally stepped out of the building, and I knew something was wrong the moment I laid eyes on him. It was how he walked, the same walk I'd have after meetings that didn’t go my way, and I knew without a doubt that whatever had happened inside wasn’t good. We were cousins, after all, and some family traits were too dominant. I was about to follow when two men came out shortly after him. They didn’t rush, didn’t speak, and started walking in the same direction he went, keeping their distance. My chest tightened because I recognized that kind of body language, too. They were not with him but following him. And now I was following them. The
THIRD-PARTY POV Ren realized he needed to plead for his life. "They were not my family," he said, drawing a sneer from Mel, who then scoffed at his words, but Ren went on to explain how he ended up being raised by Milan Sookwah. “I don’t care about what happened,” he continued, his chest constricting at his words. But he could not avenge them if he died, so he had to say whatever he needed to survive. However, he didn't get the desired reaction from Mel. He didn't care about Ren's family's problems and instead walked to the door, opening it and signaling the guards to enter as soon as Ren finished. But Elysia stopped them again. "Wait!" she exclaimed, and the men backed away once more. Mel sighed, somewhere between frustrated and annoyed, and grabbed Elysia's arm, leading her to another room. Ren heard Mel’s voice as the door closed behind them. “What the hell are you doing?” And it went silent after that. He began to writhe in the chair, calling out to Clyde in his mind,
BACK IN WORCESTER MAKENA With a collective sigh, Val and I pushed the final suitcase against the wall and took a step back to give the room one last glance. It was odd to see it so deserted now, the life we had created neatly tucked away in cardboard boxes and zippered compartments. Just then, came Kian's voice, followed by a gentle knock on the door. "Lunch is ready," he said, and I told him we'd be right out. We made our way downstairs, chatting about what we should unpack first when we arrived at the new apartment, but came to an abrupt stop as soon as we stepped into the dining room. Salads, roasted chicken, pasta, breads, and sparkling drinks spanned the length of the table. When was this made? Everything smelled amazing. Soft music played in the background, and everyone had already gathered to wait. Leonora stood at the head of the table, smiling warmly. “You’re just in time,” she said, stepping forward. “Come, sit.” Still stunned, Val and I sat down. Andreas stood






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