LOGINCHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREEInside a dimly lit room, an elderly woman sat behind a massive desk. She was in her mid-eighties, her face lined with age but her eyes still sharp and commanding.In her hand, she held a small pill, and right beside her stood a cup of water. A maid stood nearby with her head bowed low, waiting silently for her to take the medication.The old woman threw the pill into her mouth, took a quick sip of the water, and dropped the cup back onto the desk with a dull thud.Before the maid could even move to take the cup away, a sharp knock came through the door."Come in," the woman said, her voice dry and authoritative.The heavy door opened, and a man dressed in a sharp black tuxedo walked into the room. His expression was tight with panic."Ma, you have to see this," he said, stepping quickly toward the desk.The woman raised her head, her brow furrowing as the man held out a digital tablet for her to look at. On the screen, a video was playing. It was a video
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWOThe heavy smell of the blood wine was no longer just a scent in the room. It felt like a physical weight pressing down on my tongue.It coated the back of my throat before I had even taken a single sip. My lungs burned with every breath I took. The rich smell of the raw meat and the thick red liquid in the glasses seemed to grow stronger. It filled the whole massive room until the violin music and the whispers of the Corvinus family faded away into the background.I was completely confused. My mind was spinning, trying to find some sanity, but my body refused to listen to me.I did not know what was happening to me. I was an Omega, a half blood werewolf. I was supposed to hate the blood that vampires drink. It was supposed to be a sickening reminder of death.But as the silent servants continued to step forward, placing more plates down the long mahogany table, the closeness of the blood became unbearable.The more the food kept on coming, the more they k
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONEThe heavy mahogany door of the study swung open with a sudden, sharp creak that fractured the dead silence of the hallway.I froze, my heart leaping straight into my throat. The shadows of the corridor offered no protection as the warm light from inside the room spilled over the floorboards, illuminating my trembling form.Seraphina stepped out first.She stopped dead in her tracks the exact second her ice-blue eyes landed on me. For a fraction of a moment, the cold, unyielding mask she always wore slipped completely. She was shocked. Her pupils dilated, a rare, uncharacteristic flicker of vulnerability washing over her perfect features before she forced it back down.I was just as stoned, staring at her with wide, terrified eyes, the weight of the secrets I had just eavesdropped on pressing heavily against my chest."Elena?" Seraphina’s voice was a low, dangerous whisper that barely carried down the corridor. She closed the distance between us in a singl
CHAPTER ONE HUNDREDThe dark tarmac road seemed to stretch on forever, slick with an oily black rain that never quite touched my skin.I was walking, my feet bare and numb against the cold ground, drawn toward a towering iron gate that bled black mist into a gray sky. Written across the stone archway in letters that burned with a faint, ghostly luminescence was a single word: VEIL.As my hand reached out to touch the freezing metal, a woman’s voice, distant, echoey, and laced with an ancient authority, boomed through the emptiness, vibrating directly inside my skull.*“Not yet, little wolf. It is not your time.”*I gasped, my eyes flying open as I violently bolted upright in bed.My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Cold sweat drenched my skin, making my tank top cling uncomfortably to my back.I sat there for a long moment, my chest heaving as I tried to separate the suffocating dread of the nightmare from the reality of the dimly lit bedroom. I checked the di
CHAPTER NINETY-NINEWhen the heavy black town car finally glided to a halt in the private underground garage of the penthouse, I felt as though I were waking from a fever dream.The drive back from Diamond Group had been a blur of flashing city lights and the quiet, rhythmic hum of the engine.I opened the passenger door and tried to slide my legs out, but the moment my feet touched the concrete floor, a violent tremor racked my body.My knees simply refused to lock. The sheer intensity of what had transpired in Seraphina’s hidden lounge, the relentless, punishing ache of the suspension followed by that explosive, shattering release, had left me entirely drained. My muscles felt like water.Before my balance could give out entirely, a cool, steady hand clamped firmly around my waist.Seraphina caught me seamlessly, pulling my weak frame flush against her side.Her corporate blazer was back in place, and she looked as immaculate and unbothered as ever, but the lingering warmth of her g
CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHTThe warehouse is on the outskirts of the city.No signs. No markings. Just a large industrial building surrounded by empty land and darkness. The kind of place that doesn't exist on any official map. The kind of place where things happen that the rest of the world is better off not knowing about.Dante drives alone.No driver. No security. No entourage.Just him. And the stake sitting on the passenger seat.He parks. Sits in the car for a moment. Staring at the warehouse entrance.Then picks up the stake. Gets out.Inside, the air smells like blood and wolfsbane and the particular cold that comes from concrete and metal and no human warmth.Seraphina's men stand at intervals. Silent. Professional. They nod as Dante passes. Don't stop him.They know who he is. Know why he's here.At the back of the warehouse, behind a reinforced door, is a room.Inside that room...Aaron.Chained to a chair with silver-coated manacles. Wolfsbane burned into the floor around him in
CHAPTER SIXTEENI look at him, feeling a confusing mix of emotions churning in my stomach.Shy. That's the dominant one. Followed closely by anger. And underneath it all, a thread of something I don't want to examine too closely."Is everything about sex to you?" The question comes out more timid t
CHAPTER FOURTEENI wake up with a pounding headache.The first thing I register is brightness. Sunlight streaming through those massive floor-to-ceiling windows, hitting me directly in the face with an intensity that makes my eyes water.I groan and squeeze my eyes shut again, turning my face away
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:I spread my arms wide. Stopped fighting."You've already taken everything from me. My freedom. My life. My future. You've separated me from everyone I know, paused my entire existence, trapped me in this gilded cage."My voice cracks."Might as well take this too. What's one more
CHAPTER TENMy eyes flood with relief and anticipation I don't want to feel.He came. He actually came.Dante walks into the auction hall like he owns it. His hand is casually in his pocket, but there's nothing casual about the fury radiating off him in waves.Behind him, five men in identical blac







