LOGINPearl Johnston fled to California chasing a simple life far from the chaos of her father's motorcycle club and the stepbrother whose dark eyes promised sins she couldn't afford to confess. For two years, she built a safe existence with Ryan. Until Ryan shatters her illusions with a cruel truth: their entire relationship was a lie. Forced back home by her father's death, she has to face Zander daily. He doesn't give her the chance to escape again. He has vowed to stake his claim on her. The journey of finding the truth about her father's death thrusts her in danger and its that time when Pearl realises that the hardest thing is not craving her step brother but loving a man who is willing to burn the world for her.
View MorePearlThe day of our final ride came as bright and clear, like the universe itself had decided to give us the perfect ending. I stood on the porch in my favorite riding jeans and a soft leather jacket Zander had bought me, watching him carefully strap Finn into the custom sidecar. Our son was buzzing with excitement, his little hands gripping the edges as he babbled away.Zander straightened up and turned to me, his eyes sweeping over me with. He had this look in his eyes. This look that told me he wasn't going to go anywhere without me. That I belonged to him, by his side. It was a look that I looked forward to, if that makes any sense. “You ready, old lady?”I walked down the steps and into his arms. “More than ready. Let’s go chase that sunset you promised me.” “This is it, Pearl. The ride we talked about through every dark night. No cartel, no ghosts. Just us.”We climbed onto the bike. I wrapped my arms tight around Zander’s waist as the engine roared to life. The familiar vib
PearlThe morning after handing over the final evidence, life felt a while lot different and lighter. Like the weight we’d been carrying for two years had finally cracked and fallen away. I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Finn’s happy babbling coming from the kitchen. Zander was already up, moving around with that quiet confidence I loved so much.I padded downstairs in one of his old shirts, my hand resting on my growing belly. Six months pregnant now, and already feeling the exhaustion of carrying our second child.Zander looked up from where he was feeding Finn in his high chair. His face broke into that warm, possessive smile that still made my heart skip. “There’s my beautiful wife. Sleep well?”I walked over and kissed him, tasting coffee on his lips. “Better than I have in months. No nightmares, no unknown numbers haunting my dreams.”He pulled me onto his lap carefully, one arm around my waist while the other helped Finn with his bottle. “That’s what I like to
PearlThe late afternoon sun casted upon our farmhouse in a warm, golden glow that made everything feel almost too perfect. Even thought nothing could ever be made perfect in this world. But I had already learned to make the most of what I had in front of me. And what I had in front of me right now, was all that I was contented with. So to me, yeah, I could call it perfection. I stood on the porch with a glass of iced tea, watching Zander chase Finn across the grass. At ten months old, our son was full of energy, crawling one moment, pulling himself up on furniture the next, and now attempting his first unsteady steps while giggling wildly.Zander scooped him up just before he fell, spinning him in the air. “That’s it, little wolf! You’re getting stronger every day.”The breeze brought back Finn’s laughter to me on the breeze, and it sounded so pure and I felt it heal me even more. I placed a hand on my growing belly, feeling the second baby kick softly. Two years ago, I never could
PearlThe late afternoon light came in through the trees as I stood on the porch watching Zander push Finn on the little swing he’d built last month. Our son’s laughter rang out, the kind of sound that healed old wounds without even trying.Zander looked up and caught me staring. That same dangerous, loving smirk crossed his face. “You coming to join your men or just gonna stand there looking beautiful all day?”I walked down the steps, barefoot. “Can’t help it. My two favorite boys together is my favorite view.”Zander caught me around the waist and pulled me close, kissing me slow and deep while Finn clapped his hands between us like he was cheering us on.“Careful,” I murmured against his lips. “We’ve got an audience.”“He’s gotta learn young that his parents love each other,” Zander replied, voice low. “Besides, I’ve been waiting all day to kiss my wife properly.”Finn reached up with both chubby hands, demanding attention. Zander scooped him up easily, and settled him on his hip.






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