LOGIN"You can fight me all you want, Jessica," he growled, his hand sliding possessively along her thigh, "but the moment you moan my name, you became mine. Body, soul, every breath". Born into wealth. Bound by control. Jessica has spent her entire life living under her father’s shadow—every decision, every step, dictated by him. But just before graduation, she finally breaks free, rejecting his plans to become a doctor and choosing a different path as a journalist. Years later, she returns home for her mother’s funeral, expecting to grieve in peace. Instead, one reckless night at a local club introduces her to him—a dangerously seductive Alpha with secrets as dark as his eyes. His presence is overwhelming, his touch intoxicating… and somehow, he knows more about her than she does. As Jessica is pulled deeper into his world, long-buried family secrets begin to surface. Her father’s lies. Her mother’s silence. And a truth that shatters everything she believed—Jessica isn’t entirely human. Now, as her hidden power awakens, she must face the darkness within. Will she run from it, or embrace it—and the Alpha who vows to claim every part of her?
View MoreTristan was gone when I woke up the next morning.The linens still carried his warmth, the faint scent of him clinging to the pillows, but his presence had slipped away with the early morning light. I blinked against the gold spilling through the tall windows, then sat up slowly, brushing my fingers over the empty space beside me like I could pull him back with touch alone.That was when I saw the note.Folded neatly on the bedside drawer, its edges crisp and unmoved by the wind slipping through the window. I reached for it with a strange softness, as if expecting the paper to carry his voice.Training ground. Don’t overthink. I’ll see you soon. —T.A small smile tugged at the corner of my mouth despite everything twisting inside me. He always knew when I was overthinking—when something was brewing behind my quiet.I rose from the bed, body aching in places I didn’t want to think about, and padded barefoot to the closet.3 days to the fight, I have to make progress today, I have to st
I waited until his breathing slowed—until the rise and fall of his chest became steady and deep, his arms no longer gripping me with the same weight.Only then did I move.Carefully.I untangled myself from him, inch by inch, lifting his arm from my waist like it was spun glass. I slipped out from under the sheets, the cool air of the room brushing against my skin in sharp contrast to the warmth I’d just left.I didn’t look back back because I knew if I did—if I caught even a glimpse of Tristan’s sleeping form, the way his brow relaxed when he was wrapped around me—I’d turn back. I’d crawl back under the blankets and tell myself that tomorrow was good enough.But it wasn’t.Not with what I saw. Not with what I think I saw I pulled the dark robe I exchanged with my clothes, tighter around my body.The palace was silent, soaked in moonlight and shadows. Each torch on the wall flickered weakly. My feet were soundless against the stone as I retraced my earlier steps. Every turn, every co
The room felt warmer than the rest of the palace I’ve been walking around since I left.I don't know if it was the walls, the lighting, or just the way he was holding me—but something about it made my heart ease.He didn’t say anything at first. Just placed me gently at the edge of the bed, like I might break again if he let go too fast.His hands hovered—like he didn’t want to stop touching me, but didn’t know how to ask if he could stay close.And then he dropped to his knees.Right in front of me.I blinked down at him, unsure if the pounding in my head was louder than my heart.“I’m sorry,” he said, slowly, his eyes gauging for my reaction, probably checking if I'm still mad. . “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. Like you were being traded, or displayed, or... like an item.”His brows pulled together, his jaw clenched. But his voice cracked a little when he said, “I wouldn’t survive it if I lost you.”I stared.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.He was really kneeling. I know the a
The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of something that shouldn’t have existed in a palace like this. The air inside felt… off. Heavy. Too warm for such a cold place. And thick, like it was laced with smoke or secrets or both.My feet didn’t move.Not even when my eyes landed on her.She was sitting on the ground, hunched just slightly, her back to me. And I don’t know how I knew—I just did—but I was looking at a witch.Her skin was green. Not sickly green, not olive or sallow. Green. Vivid and unnatural, like moss under moonlight. Her hair was pitch black and fell in waves down her back, and around her were symbols drawn on the stone floor—marks that pulsed softly with red light. My eyes zeroed in on the marks and my hands flew to my mouth when I realized the drawings on the floorAnd she continued was chanting.Over and over, in a language I couldn’t understand. Her voice was low, melodic, but it scratched at my ears like it didn’t belong in this world. I could barely he
The dining hall was far too grand for just four people.I had to tilt my head back slightly just to take in the vaulted ceilings, painted with swirling constellations that shimmered faintly in the morning light. A long polished mahogany table stretched almost the entire length of the room, with cha
*Back to current time*Well, well,” Damian drawled, voice smooth and venomous, but seething with fury beneath. “What a touching reunion.”Tristan turned slowly, placing Jessica behind him with a protective motion so fluid it looked instinctive—because it actually was. His entire being screamed to s
The morning light streamed gently through the high arched windows, casting golden slants across the bed. I stirred, the softness of the sheets barely registering beneath the warmth surrounding me. It took a second to remember where I was—and whose arms were holding me so closely.A chest rise and f
I found him standing by the balcony that overlooked the eastern gardens, the wind stirring his dark hair, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t move when I approached, but I could feel the tension in his body, the way his shoulders tightened like he’d been holding his breath ever since I left






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