ANMELDENChapter 3: The Traitor's Shadow Riley woke to an empty bed and a fire raging under his skin. The silk sheets were soaked with sweat and the remnants of Lucian’s come, but the Alpha was gone. The heat had worsened overnight, turning Riley’s body into a live wire of desperate need. His hole clenched around nothing, slick dripping down his thighs, and his cock stood painfully hard against his stomach, leaking steadily. “Lucian…” he whimpered, voice hoarse from screaming the Alpha’s name all night. He reached for the bond instinctively, the fresh mating mark on his neck throbbing like a second heartbeat. A faint echo came back — Lucian was close, but distracted. Angry. The door to the suite opened. Darius, Lucian’s beta, stepped in carrying a tray of water and food. His eyes lingered too long on Riley’s naked, flushed body before he looked away. “The Alpha is in a strategy meeting,” Darius said, voice carefully neutral. “He asked me to bring you this. The heat will make you weak if yo
Chapter 2: The First Heat Lucian carried Riley through the private corridors of the Blackfang Estate like he weighed nothing. The Alpha’s arms were steel bands around his back and thighs, Riley’s legs wrapped instinctively around the bigger man’s waist. Every step made Lucian’s still-swollen knot shift inside him, sending sparks of overstimulation through Riley’s body. Come leaked down his thighs, slick and warm, marking him with the Alpha’s scent for anyone to smell. “You’re shaking,” Lucian murmured against his ear, voice low and rough. His breath was hot on Riley’s freshly bitten neck. “Good. Your heat is already starting. I can smell it on you — sweet, needy, begging to be bred.” Riley’s head lolled against Lucian’s shoulder. “This isn’t real… I’m human. I don’t have heats.” Lucian’s dark chuckle vibrated through both of them. “You do now. My bite changed you. By morning you’ll be dripping for my knot whether you want it or not.” He kicked open the double doors to his private
Chapter 1: The Bite That Sealed His Fate The ballroom of the Blackfang Estate pulsed with power. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen stars above hundreds of the most dangerous wolf shifters in the country, all dressed in tailored black and blood-red. Riley Bennett moved through the crowd like a ghost in his stolen waiter uniform, tray balanced perfectly, heart slamming against his ribs. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Humans were forbidden. But the underground forum had promised half a million dollars for clear proof that werewolves existed. One photo. One video. Enough to pay his sister’s cancer treatments and get them both out of this nightmare city. Riley’s hidden camera watch caught everything. The glowing eyes. The too-sharp smiles. The way the air itself felt charged with dominance. Then he saw him. Lucian Voss stood at the center of the VIP dais like a god carved from ice and violence. Six-foot-five, broad shoulders straining his black dress shirt, silver-streaked dark hai
Chapter 10: The Vow That Burned Everything Down Alex’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he gripped the hidden drive in his pocket. The glass safe house felt like a coffin now, every glittering light from the city below mocking him. Marcus had left an hour ago for the board meeting, leaving two guards at the door and a fresh set of bruises on Alex’s hips from the night before. The silk robe clung to his skin, sticky with the evidence of Marcus’s claim, but Alex didn’t care anymore. He had one shot. He waited until the guards changed shifts, then slipped the drive into the tablet Marcus had left charging on the nightstand. The original gala footage loaded in seconds—the one Alex had copied before Victor ever touched his phone. Clear as crystal: Victor’s face, the brutal claiming in the alcove, every filthy word. But at the end, Alex had spliced in something new: his own voiceover recorded in secret two nights ago. “Victor Kane didn’t blackmail me. I chose this. I love him. And if you’r
Chapter 9: Blood on Black Silk The gunshot cracked through the penthouse like thunder in a closed room, sharp and final. Alex’s head snapped up from where he had been tracing lazy circles on Victor’s bare chest, their bodies still tangled and slick from the slow, face-to-face fuck that had ended only minutes earlier. Victor’s gray eyes widened in shock. Then he jerked, a wet, ugly sound tearing from his throat as blood bloomed across the black silk sheets right below his ribs. “Victor!” Alex’s scream ripped out raw and broken. He clamped both hands over the wound, blood hot and pulsing between his fingers. Victor’s body convulsed once, then went terrifyingly still beneath him, breath shallow and ragged. “Stay with me,” Alex begged, voice cracking as he pressed harder. “Don’t you dare leave me now, you bastard. I love you—fuck, I love you, okay? Just stay.” The bedroom door burst open. Two of Victor’s men stormed in, guns drawn, but it was too late. Footsteps echoed from the terrac
Chapter 8: The Estate of Shattered Vows The Kane family estate loomed at the end of a long, winding driveway lined with ancient oaks, its stone walls glowing under floodlights like a fortress built for kings and sinners. Alex’s heart hammered against his ribs as the cab dropped him at the wrought-iron gates. He had slipped out of the penthouse an hour after Victor finally fell asleep, leaving a note on the pillow that simply read “I have to end this for us.” The guards hadn’t stopped him this time; he’d learned their routines too well. Now, standing here in borrowed clothes that still smelled faintly of Victor, Alex wondered if he was walking into salvation or a deeper cage. Marcus Kane waited on the wide marble steps, leaning against a pillar with the casual grace of a man who owned the night. He looked like Victor’s darker mirror—same sharp jaw, same storm-gray eyes, but his hair was longer, tousled, and his smile carried a cruel edge Victor’s never quite reached. A glass of whisk
Chapter 2: Oily Hands Spreading My Ass While the Mechanic’s Thick Cock Teases My Greasy Hole Diesel’s dark laugh rumbled against Jake’s ear as he worked two thick, greasy fingers deeper into his tight hole. The rough calluses and leftover motor oil made everything slick and filthy, the digits stre
Title: My Teacher Bred Me After Class Chapter 3: Teacher Filled My Hole While The Vice Principal Watched The last bell rang and the school emptied fast. I stayed in my seat like Mr. Kane had told me with a quick look during class. My hole was still sore and wet from the bathroom fuck yesterday. E
Chapter 3: Bent Over the Greasy Hood and Flooded with Thick Mechanic Cum Diesel’s powerful hips slammed forward again and again, driving his massive, oil-slick cock deep into Jake’s stretched hole. The truck hood creaked loudly under Jake’s ass with every brutal thrust. Their sweaty, grease-streak
Chapter 1: The Clash The locker room smelled like sweat and old rubber. The rest of the team had already left after the bad loss. Only Tyler Kane stayed behind, sitting on the bench with his head down. His jersey was soaked through. At twenty-two, he was the star player everyone counted on, but t







