LOGIN“I heard it, Sloane” His hand slid to my thigh, then slowly up to my waist. My breath caught, my body reacting before my head could catch up. I flinched, a soft moan escaping the back of my throat. What did he hear? “You fucking yourself with my name rolling out of your lips” he said. My eyes widened but his hand which found my bra and spilled my boobs out of them didn't allow me to process his words. …………… Sloane never expected her life to change overnight, until her sister disappeared the day before her wedding. Forced to take her place, she was made to marry the man her body never seemed to forget. Lucien Collins. The alpha of Blackstone pack. But after the mating, she realized the contract she signed wasn't temporary as she had been told. What started as an alliance blurred into a desire more dangerous than something any of them could control. Then her sister returns. Claiming Sloane had stolen her man, and a life meant for her.
View MoreSloane's POVHe wouldn't let the physician touch him until she'd finished with me.Four stitches at my hairline. A bruise across my collarbone in the exact shape of a seatbelt I didn't remember putting on. The physician said I was lucky, and Lucien stood at the end of the bed with his shirt torn and blood dried black down one sleeve and said nothing at all.Only when she turned to him did I see him sway."Sit down," I said."I'm fine.""You're bleeding on my floor.""Our floor." But he sat.Three cracked ribs. A gash along his forearm from the window he'd climbed out of. The physician bound his ribs while he stared at the folder on the nightstand like it might get up and leave if he looked away.When she was gone, the room got very quiet.Neither of us had opened it. We'd come home in the back of Vince's car with it lying on the seat between us, and neither of us had touched it. I understood now t
Sloane's POVI didn't eat breakfast.Hannah took the plate from me at the kitchen door with a smile for Bella's benefit and scraped the eggs into the bin the moment Bella turned her back. The ledger went to Emma, folded inside a laundry bag, bound for the stone behind the east garden wall.The folder I kept. I couldn't explain it, even to myself. I only knew I wasn't letting Lucien's name leave my hands in a laundry bag. It sat flat against my ribs under my jacket all morning, the wax seal pressing into my skin every time I breathed.At noon, Bella found me in the garden."Let's go to the lake," she said. "Just us. We'll visit Mother."My mother. Not hers. Bella had called her your mother for five years, usually with her lip curled, and never once stood at her grave."Why?""Because I nearly lost you last night." Her eyes went wet, right on cue. "I want to start again, Sloane. Please."Every part of me said no.But no one ended the cover. No told Oscar I knew, told Bella I knew, and p
Sloane's POVThe first thing I knew was that I wasn't alone in my own head.Lucien was there. Not his voice, not words, just him, a roar of something hot and furious and terrified pressing against the inside of my ribs like a wolf throwing itself at a locked door. It hurt. It was the only thing that told me I was still alive.The second thing I knew was a hand over my mouth.My eyes flew open. Hannah's face was above me, grey in the half light, one finger pressed to her own lips. Footsteps passed in the hall outside, slow, unhurried, heels on wood. They paused at my door.Hannah didn't breathe. Neither did I.The footsteps moved on.Only when they reached the stairs did she take her hand away. "Don't sit up fast," she whispered. "You'll bring it all back up again, and there's nothing left in you to bring."My throat was raw. My mouth tasted like salt and something bitter underneath it, like burned sugar. There
Sloane's POVI was forced to be small in this house once more. I had been small here for five long years, taught every trick of taking up as little space, voice, and everything a house like this didn't want a girl like me to have, and my body remembered it the second I stepped inside, shoulders curling in, eyes touching the floor before finding anyone's face."The prodigal Luna," Bella said, loud enough to reach the kitchen. "Come to reconcile with your poor forsaken family.""I'm here for Carl.""You're here because your husband sent you." Her eyes darted to my throat, to the mark there, still healing, and something glided across her face so quickly I couldn't name it, gone before I could decide if it was hatred or hunger. "Wearing his mark like a leash and calling it a gift, like it was ever something worth wearing."I gave her the volume. Loud was my cover tonight, and every time she spoke to me in front of the staff, it landed as another brick in the story Lucien needed this house
Sloane's pov.They say Omegas’ don't matter. They reminded us that we are nothing. Thus, someone like me can't dream to be with someone like Lucien. What he did to me back in college also confirmed it.Omegas' like me are treated like we don't belong and I've been made to live with that truth every
Sloane's pov.A knock on Dad's study was all it took. I didn't wait for permission before I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.Dad was seated on the swivel chair, his hand tapping slowly on the desk. “You really want to do this?” I stopped in front of him and asked.Our eyes locked an
Sloane's pov.The world tilted around me and every sound disappeared like it had totally been ripped away by someone.My lips parted but nothing came out. My fingers tightened around the phone until they began to shake.No.That couldn't be right.Carl can't be dying…..The moment I dropped the cal
Sloane's pov.“Bella is gone!”My heart stuttered before my head snapped to the door. Dad was standing beside the opened door, his face laced with a frown, a glint of anger beaming in his eyes.I stood up from the chair and turned to face him completely, my face twisted in confusion. “What do you m












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