MasukElvara. I hated that my body betrayed me every time Asher touched me, hated that a single brush of his fingers could send a slow, insistent fire crawling through my veins and make the skin along my arms and neck tingle in ways I had sworn I would never allow again. Last night replayed on a cruel loop behind my eyes—each kiss, every heated press of his mouth to mine, the way the world narrowed until it consisted only of him and the heat between us—and no amount of force of will could wrench those memories away. Then the image of him with Danika slid into that fragile space like a blade, and the thought of him giving her what should have been mine made my chest constrict and my stomach knot in an ugly, jealous pain that tasted like ash in my mouth. I hated it more than anything, hated myself for wanting him when every sensible part of me knew I should not. I hated that no matter how much anger I piled between us, every glance he threw in my direction, every careless to
Asher. Her eyes widened, chest heaving and gods be damned, that did something to me. “All fours. Now.” I rasped. She hesitated, clearly wondering what I had in store for her ‘reward’. A lot. What I needed right now was something that would erase the touch of Danika from my skin. To ease the pain and guilt I felt for having sex with her. And only Elvara could do that. My arm hooked around her waist and I flipped her over, pressing her face into the sheets as she clawed at them, trying to find a bearing. “Relax…” I muttered roughly behind her, a hand kneading her ass. She groaned into the sheets, the sound choked and desperate. “Asher…” I guided the thick head of my cock to her pussy lips, sliding my length between her holds for a second before I pulled out, leaving the head of my dick glistening with her juices. Holy goddess, I missed this. It felt like ages. “Oh gods…” she groaned with a whimper, pushing back desperately at me. I slowly dragged the head of
Elvara. The pad of his fingers brushed against my cheek like the ghost of a whisper, making my skin pebble. “Little wolf…” he groaned into the kiss, hand guiding me back until I fell between the soft sheets with a gasp, my hair splayed across the pillow. My heart was thudding in my chest, pain and excitement tangled into one big ball before I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him back down to press my lips to his. And goddess help me, every swipe of his tongue into my mouth as his fingers tightened in my hair sent me into a never-ending feeling of intense pleasure that made me shudder, nails digging into the expanse of his neck. Suddenly, he pulled back, gaze fixed on me while he worked on his robe, pulling it off his shoulders. “You know what I need right now?” He rasped. My throat dried as I watched him stand up, dragging down his shorts before his cock sprang freeㅡ hard and intimidating. “What?” My breathing was harsh. His hand wrapped around the thick ba
Asher. My wolf roared so loudly inside me I thought I might lose control completely. The fire tore through my chest, my hands trembling, my whole body vibrating with a storm of guilt and anger and a fear so sharp it cut through me like glass. She only knew about the kiss. She had no idea about the rest. She didn’t know that I had been drunk enough, stupid enough, empty enough to mistake Danika’s body for hers. And if she ever found out… Her voice shook the room again. “You didn’t even waste time, did you? I bet you’ve been waiting for my replacement all along. Only the goddess knows if you two have already—” her voice cracked, full of pain, “—already had sex.” My breath caught. My jaw locked. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t say anything because her wild, furious guess was the truth. The healer froze in place, looking between us in terror. “Stop,” I barked at her, my voice trembling with anger and something far darker. “I’ll finish it myself.” I moved forwar
Asher. I woke with a vicious, throbbing pain pounding behind my eyes, a headache so heavy it felt like someone had lodged a stone inside my skull and was hammering against it from within. Every pulse dragged the memories of last night back into the front of my mind—every touch, every whisper, every fevered second that had tangled itself around me like a snare I didn’t know how to escape. “Valti—” The name started to slip out of my mouth, raw and desperate, but it died halfway down my throat. Because the moment my eyes opened fully and adjusted to the dim morning light filtering into the room, I realized who was actually lying beside me. Danika. Not Elvara. Not my mate. Not the woman whose scent had filled my dreams and my pulse last night. Danika. My entire body went cold while my chest twisted painfully, as if invisible claws had wrapped themselves around my heart and were squeezing without mercy. For a moment I couldn’t breathe. My wolf growled violent
Asher All my attempts to see Elvara had failed. Every time I thought I’d catch her, she was gone, or she’d made herself “unavailable” as if she somehow knew exactly when I planned to appear. It didn’t matter that I sent messages or tasked maids to check on her; she always slipped away, vanished into some shadowed corner of the palace, and the matebond tugged at me like a live wire until I ached. My wolf paced and twisted inside me, restless and desperate. Even during council meetings, her absence was a gnawing presence; every whisper of her perfume in a hallway made my head spin and my heart jump, only to find empty air. Each second she stayed away fanned the beast hotter. Tonight I decided I wouldn’t wait for her to come. I could not stand on the threshold of her door any longer, asking the same tired question: would I ever have a chance? I planned to slip into her chamber, quiet and careful so she’d not hear me approach. I knew she would push me away if she saw me,
Valtira“Where are you taking me to?” I struggled against the soldiers’ iron grip as their fingers dug painfully into my arms.They did not answer. And I felt the coldness in their silence even more than their touch as they yanked me forward through endless dark hallways. Duskborne Palace must be f
Zarek“Congratulations on your new mate.” Zechariah, my private confidant and an absolute pain in the ass chuckled mockingly, while twirling the immortal dagger between his fingers.I stood by the window of the pack’s strategy room. My gaze, sweeping over the towering walls below. Beyond, the fores
ValtiraI could swear I saw fear flicker in my mother’s eyes just before I turned away.The soldiers tightened their grip on my arms, bruising my skin with their dirty nails as they dragged me outside the pack house.Voices drifted as the open air hit my bare skin, and I gasped when I saw the crowd
Valtira“Your hands were made for cooking, not for leading!”“A woman’s purpose is to breed heirs for her mate, and politics? It’s a battlefield no woman of mine will ever tread!” My father’s Alpha voice snapped, shaking the very walls of the pack hall.“Mother…”I turned to my mother, desperate fo







