đExplicit content đ âMy sweet Camila,â he chuckled darkly. âYouâre dripping wet for meâeven though Iâm standing here injured and drenched in blood. I never took you for a little sadist.â * * * * Camila has always kept her head down, kept to herself. But that was before she discovered her new stepbrother was Ethanâthe infuriating, untouchable heartthrob of her school. She's used to staying out of the spotlight, but Ethanâs arrival flips her world upside down. Brooding and untamed, heâs as tempting as he is off-limits. Thereâs a rumor heâs more than just a pretty face, that there's something wild hidden behind those intense eyes. Something dangerous. The more Camila tries to keep her distance, the more their worlds collide in ways she can't explain. With every stolen glance and forbidden touch, sheâs pulled closer to a secret thatâs as thrilling as it is terrifying. A secret that blurs the line between human and beast, love and fate. And once Camila learns the truth, sheâll have to choose: keep her distance⌠or risk everything for a taste of the forbidden.
View MoreAs I walked through the hallway, my boots didnât make a sound, not because I was trying especially hard, but because silence had become second nature to me. When youâve survived as long as I have, you learn to move like a ghostâpresent but unseen. I exhaled slowly, rolling the tension out of my shoulders as I approached the room where Iâd left Camila. My ribs ached, the faint throb of the injury I hadnât fully healed still reminding me it was there, but it was background noise compared to the thoughts storming in my head. The alphaâs face when I mentioned his wifeâgods, that look. I could still taste the fear radiating off him. But even that satisfaction dulled as I pushed the door open to Camilaâs room and slipped inside. She was there. Curled up on the narrow bed, blanket around her legs, one arm tucked beneath her head. The faint light spilling through the shutters painted her in soft shadows. I shut the door behind me, quieter this time, and leaned against it for a moment, l
The words landed like a blade to the chest. I watched the color drain from his faceâfirst the faint tightening around his mouth, then the way his eyes flickered, wide, panic bleeding through the rage heâd been clinging to. His skin went pale, his grip on the chair slackening. âWhat?â he rasped, almost too quiet to hear. I just stared at him, leaning lazily against the doorframe, letting the silence stretch. The firelight flickered across his face, painting him hollow. I smiled and slipped out the door. He surged to his feet with a choked sound, stumbling forward like the ground beneath him had vanished. His heavy steps thundered across the rug until he slammed against the door, yanking it open with a snarl of desperation. âWhat do you mean?â His voice cracked, all that alpha authority gone in an instant, stripped raw. âSheâs here!â I tilted my head, eyes gleaming with a kind of cruel amusement. âOhâŚâ My grin widened, eyes practically glowing with excitement. âOf course. Sheâs h
Steady. Calm. Sleepingâthatâs what I thought. But the second the door creaked, I froze. He wasnât in bed. No, the bastard was sitting there like heâd been waiting for me the whole damn time. A hulking shadow in a wide chair near the hearth, posture relaxed but eyes sharp, like a predator whoâd scented me before I even entered. âYou finally came,â he said. His voice was deep, smooth, too damn calm for someone who shouldâve been startled out of his sleep. My eyes flicked away from him, darting toward the massive bed across the room. Thatâs when I saw herâa girl curled beneath the heavy furs, chest rising and falling in soft, steady rhythm. Bait. My lip curled into a humorless smile. âTook you long enough,â he added, eyes never leaving me. âWell,â I drawled, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me with a soft click, âI was putting your daughter to sleep.â The glare he gave me couldâve cut stone. I chuckled low, leaning back against the door for a second just to let the
ETHAN ~ I lay there, flat on my back, staring up at the wooden beams of the ceiling, every muscle in my body screaming at me to rest. But I couldnâtânot with her breathing so softly beside me, like nothing had happened. Camila. I turned my head slightly, careful not to jolt the bed, and watched her face. She was curled on her side, lashes pressed against her cheeks, hair spilling across the pillow. Peaceful. Too peaceful. It made my chest ache in a way I couldnât describe. Sheâd been through a lot, and somehow she still found a way to sleep. I let my gaze linger on her face. I couldnât believe itâMaria. That stubborn little red-haired brat actually helped the bastards into our pack. I shouldâve ripped her throat out the second I saw that hunger in her eyes, that obsession she thought she could disguise. She wanted me, and she thought she could get me by taking Camila out of the picture. The one person I couldnât stand losing. My sweet little angel. I clenched my jaw and force
I jerked back, smacking his hand with a sharp slap. My face went hot immediately. âAre you insane? You can barely sit properly!â He winced, but not from the slap. His grin was shameless, the kind of boyish grin that almost made me forgive him. âIâm fine.â âYouâre not fine!â I shot back, glaring even though my cheeks burned. He tilted his head, giving me that wounded-puppy look. âBut I miss you.â The words came out like a whine, half-playful but laced with want. I groaned, rubbing my forehead with both hands. âUnbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. I canât believe I spent the whole night worried sick over your horny ass.â That broke him. He laughed. Loud, unrestrained, the kind of laugh that rumbled out of his chest and shook his shoulders even though it clearly hurt his side. I couldnât hold the glare. The corners of my lips twitched, then cracked, and before I knew it, I was laughing right along with him. We laughed so hard our eyes watered. Every time we tried to stop, one of
That night was the longest night of my life. I sat by Ethanâs side, not moving, not even daring to blink for too long. His skin burned like fire under my palm, his whole body trapped in a fever. The healer had left herbs and strange-smelling pastes, had reassured me it was ânormalâ for the body to purge heat after so much blood loss, but none of her words made me feel better. Every minute that passed felt like a thread pulling tighter around my throat. He tossed and turned, his breathing shallow, sweat slicking his forehead. I wiped it again and again with the damp cloth Lyra had left me. It felt like nothing helped. Nothing at all! If only there was something I could do. My heart clenched each time he groaned, each time he whispered something I couldnât quite catch. Sometimes I thought he was calling my name. Sometimes I thought it was his pack. Sometimes it was just a low, broken sound that made me want to scream. I didnât sleep. Not a wink. My body ached, my eyes stung,
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