LOGINMy brain? Gone. My wolf? Screaming. My heart? Freaking the actual fuck out because what in the holy mother of Moon Goddess is happening to me. And then— Then he had the audacity. The wicked, dark, evil, sexy audacity to add, “Now. Suck my dick, Bunny.” I died. I actually fucking died. I blinked at him like an idiot, like surely I didn’t just hear that, like maybe I blacked out and imagined the hottest sentence of my entire virgin life. But no. He meant it. He was serious. His eyes were doing that thing again—that slow, mean, dangerous thing that made my stomach clench and my thighs press together like I was trying to keep my whole soul from leaking out through my soaking wet— Okay. Okay. Too much. Except no. Because I was already kneeling. Like before I even knew what I was doing, my body had just—gone down. Like it had waited its whole life for that command. Like my knees were like “yup, say less, Daddy” and slammed against the floor without a single oun
~Elena~ I gasped. My hands flew up on instinct, slamming over my tits like they were the enemy, like my nipples weren’t already hard enough to tell the whole fucking world how I felt. And Lucian? He just stood there. Staring. Like he was memorizing everything. “Close your eyes!” I shrieked, body twisting, legs locking, face burning. “Are you crazy?! What the fuck is wrong with you, Lucian?!” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even move. He just kept staring like I was some kind of sacrificial offering laid bare in his temple, and all he had to do was decide what part of me he wanted to taste first. “Don’t just stand there like that!” I cried, hands still cupped around my tits like it made a difference now. “You just pulled my towel off like it was nothing!!” Still nothing. He just tilted his head. Slightly. And my entire nervous system went into meltdown. “Oh my God,” I breathed, “you’re not even sorry.” His smirk cracked through the silence lik
“Make me!” I shouted, because clearly, I had no self-control left in my entire body. My mouth was faster than my brain, and my brain had already left the room five minutes ago when he told me to avoid him. I didn’t care. I was wet, I was furious, and I was so far gone I would have bit him if he turned around and got too close. And of course, he turned. He turned like I just summoned a demon. His body shifted so slow and terrifying and silent, and his eyes locked onto me like I was the fucking problem. Maybe I was. Maybe I liked being the problem. Maybe I was born to piss off dangerous Alphas who had no business looking at me like I was dessert and disaster wrapped in one stupid towel. He walked toward me, not fast, not slow, just steady, and with every step he took, my knees got weaker, my lungs got tighter, and my brain screamed at me to shut up. But I didn’t shut up. I didn’t know how to shut up. He got in front of me, and I swear my heart stopped. And then he raised h
Elena “Avoid me,” he said. Just like that. No. Absolutely not. My brain short-circuited for a second, and then something snapped. I grabbed the edge of my towel tighter and stormed after him, still dripping, still flushed, still so dizzy from everything that had already happened, but my mouth—oh Goddess—my mouth was in full swing now. “Wait—what?” He didn’t stop. So I said it louder. “Lucian Blackthorne, are you seriously telling me to avoid you right now like we’re in some kind of teenage soap opera and you’re the brooding bad boy with a dark secret and I’m supposed to what? Crawl into a corner and cry about it?!” That made him pause. One foot from the door. Back still turned. I didn’t care. I kept going. I could not shut up. “Is this because I slapped you?” I demanded, stepping forward even though my towel was barely hanging on. “Is this some bruised ego, Alpha masculinity tantrum? Are you punishing me with cryptic emotional withdrawal because I embarra
“Oh my Goddess,” I whispered.My wolf sucked in a breath inside my chest, like she had just been slapped awake.“Well, fuck,” she murmured. “That explains the confusion.”“Mum,” I said quickly, panic creeping into my voice now. “What are you saying? Are you saying the Moon Goddess thinks I have two mates or something? Because that sounds insane. That sounds like a mistake. That sounds like—”“I don’t know,” she interrupted, and that scared me more than anything else she could have said. “I have never seen a vision like that before. I don’t know if the Goddess was warning me, testing me, or showing me a future that hasn’t decided which path it wants to take yet.”My legs curled up to my chest as I sank fully onto the floor.“I don’t know if you have two mates,” she continued. “I don’t know if one is a temptation and the other is your fate. I don’t know if one is meant to break you and the other is meant to protect you. All I know is that the dream felt dangerous. Powerful. Intimate in
~Elena~I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe properly. I just stood there like my body had been unplugged from reality. My phone was still in my hand, glowing like it was mocking me. Thirty-five missed calls from Mum. Thirty-five. Who even calls thirty-five times unless something is wrong? Horribly, terrifyingly, gut-twistingly wrong. My throat went dry, and for a second, I couldn’t feel my legs.And the messages—oh my Goddess—the messages were just sitting there. Twenty-three unread. Twenty-three. That was not normal. That was not “just checking in” or “hope you’re doing well at school.” That was “the world is ending and I didn’t know how to tell you in one message so I sent twenty-three.”My wolf, who was literally howling with laughter five seconds ago because of my insane friends, was suddenly dead silent. Like frozen. Like all the amusement had been vacuumed out of her chest and replaced with tension.Then she spoke.But not in her usual smug tone.“Elena,” she said in my head, “







