INICIAR SESIÓNThe next night, the court gathered like a pack of starving wolves, their eyes full of envy and hunger. They didn’t have to wait long. Viktor led Selene into the center of the hall, his hand firm on the back of her neck, guiding her toward the long marble banquet table. He didn’t offer her a seat or anything to drink. He pushed her forward until her chest pressed against the cold stone. He bent her over the table, pulling her hips back and spreading her legs wide. Selene’s breath came in short, panicked gasps as the cool air touched her exposed skin. Her ass tilted up, her thighs open so far that the glowing mark showed clearly to every vampire in the room. The thorny rose seemed to burn brighter under all those stares, its red light casting long shadows across her skin. The courtiers circled closer, a tight ring of beautiful, dangerous faces leaning in for a better look at the King’s new mystery. Selene could hear their whispers and the quiet rustle of their clothes. She felt like m
The enforcers gave Selene no time to steady herself. They pulled her from the vehicle, her bound wrists hurting as they dragged her through the arched entrance into the hidden court. She was still naked, her skin covered in cold sweat and the wetness the mark had forced from her. The air here felt colder, thick with the smell of old power and rich indulgence. They took her into the main hall, a grand space that looked like a cathedral built for a merciless god. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a blood-red light over everything. The glow fell on silk drapes and thick cushions thrown across the floor, but Selene could barely take any of it in. She felt every eye in the court on her—vampires and servants watching her with open hunger and curiosity. At the far end, on a throne cut from one solid block of black marble, sat Viktor. He didn’t look like any storybook king. He looked like a predator taking a break between hunts. He wore only fitted black trousers that
Selene’s eyes flew open. The ceiling of her cramped apartment was the first thing she saw in the thick dark. The air felt like a warm press on her bare skin, making every breath a struggle. A deep burn started on the sensitive skin of her inner right thigh. She shifted on the sheets, and a low moan caught in her throat.The sigil was there. She didn’t need to look. It had become a living thing. A thorny black rose, crowned with a blood-red V, sat barely an inch from her pussy lips. It felt like a brand sinking its roots into her nerves. The mark throbbed with her racing heart, and with every beat, fresh heat spilled out of her. She felt herself soaking the sheets, her body reacting to the magic with a desperation she had never known. She felt empty, a hollow ache deep inside that demanded to be filled, while her clit felt swollen and angry, begging for a touch she knew she shouldn’t give.She tried to hold back, to think, to wonder what this meant for her life, but the mark didn’t car
The final assault from the rival faction didn't come with a warning; it came with the smell of smoke and the sound of wood breaking under the pressure of massive bodies. It happened deep in the night, a time when the world was supposed to be quiet. Isabella found herself cornered, the shadows of the room growing long as the attackers closed in. For a moment, she was the same terrified girl she had always been—small, human, and utterly defenseless against the monsters at the door. But then, something shifted. It wasn't a slow realization; it was a violent snap deep within her bones. A heat that had nothing to do with Orion’s touch exploded through her veins, a scorching fire that began to melt the walls of her fear. Beneath her skin, she felt a strange, hard texture beginning to form. It was a heritage she hadn't known she possessed, a dormant strain of dragon blood from some forgotten ancestor that had finally been pushed to its breaking point. The fire ignited. Her vision, usually
The escalation of the conflict happened with terrifying speed. One moment, Isabella was catching a rare breath of air away from Orion’s stifling presence, and the next, the world was a blur of scales and talons. A rival alpha, a dragon whose name she didn't even know, snatched her from the grounds. He didn't want her for her beauty or her soul; he wanted her because she was Orion’s. In the twisted logic of their kind, he believed he could break Orion’s claim by force, intending to overwrite the scent of one dragon with another. But Orion was not a creature that could be outmaneuvered. He didn't need a trail of broken branches to find her. He tracked her by the most intimate scent imaginable—his own cum, which was still leaking from her body like a beacon in the dark. It was a chemical tether that led him straight to the clearing where the rival had dragged her. The violence that followed was primal and absolute. Orion didn't fight like a man; he fought like a force of nature. He tor
Waking up was a slow, painful return to the world. Isabella’s body felt so tired, her muscles stiff and aching with every small move. Between her legs, she felt the cooling, sticky mess from the night before—Orion’s seed still leaking out of her, a constant reminder of how completely he had taken her. Fear, cold and real, finally cut through her exhaustion. She couldn’t stay. If she stayed, there would be nothing left of her. She tried to move without making a sound, slipping out of the huge bed and shaking as her feet touched the floor. Her legs felt weak, almost giving out, but she pushed herself toward the door. She reached the hallway, her heart pounding hard against her ribs like something trapped and desperate. She had no plan, only the urgent need to get away from the dragon who was breaking her soul apart piece by piece. She never heard him coming. One second the hallway was empty, the next a huge hand grabbed her shoulder. Orion turned her around with frightening strength,
Donovan Pierce was not a man who missed details. He had built his kingdom on noticing the small things—the slight hesitation in a partner’s voice, the fractional shift in a competitor’s strategy. It didn’t take long for him to realize his daughter was slipping away from his control. He grew suspic
The days that followed the club were a blur of calculated risks and growing desperation. They became reckless, moving through the city like two people who had already accepted their own downfall. There were secret hotel suites booked under names that didn't exist, midnight drives through the quiete
Three days had passed since the gala, and for Kane, every hour had been a slow crawl of agitation. He had spent ten years mastering the art of patience, but Scarlett Pierce had managed to get under his skin in a way that defied logic. He found himself staring at the security feeds of her movements,
Kane Maddox had waited a decade for this moment, and now that it was here, the air in the ballroom felt heavy, like the seconds before a storm breaks. Ten years of planning, ten years of looking at the same faded photograph of his father’s broken face, all leading to the Pierce family gala. To th







