MasukForge was no longer a workshop; it was a suffocating metal box. The piercing Arctic water rose to our waists, its glacial touch turning my legs into numb pillars of stone. Above, the emergency lights failed, leaving only the murky red pulse of manual alarms. The air was a viscous mix of salt, ozone, and the metallic tang of blood. The environment felt alive, a malicious force trying to crush the life out of us. The ship didn't just feel like it was sinking; it felt like it was inhaling the ocean, pulling the weight of the deep into our lungs. "Lucian! Behind you!" My voice was a hollow rasp. The Silver-Hunter materialized from the clinging shadows like a ghost. He stood on a floating equipment crate, his silver-tipped harpoon aimed at Lucian’s spine. The Hunter’s eyes were hidden behind void-like goggles, reflecting the rhythmic, bloody blink of the alarm. Lucian had no time to turn. He was still straining against the sliding bulkhead that threatened to crush Sloane and the ot
The steel floor didn't just glow; it screamed. The sound of high-powered lasers cutting through the hull of the Northern Star was a high-pitched whine that set my teeth on edge. If the Hunters breached the hull here, the pressure of the Arctic ocean would cave in the engine room, or worse, ignite the fuel lines."Everyone back!" Lucian roared, his silver chain wrapping around his fist. "Sloane, get the emergency seals!""There's no time for seals!" Sloane yelled back over the hiss of melting metal. "They’re cutting right into the primary line. One spark and this whole deck is gone".The Ticking Clock was no longer hours; it was seconds. I could see the red-hot tip of a thermal blade poking through the floor. The feeling of being trapped in a sinking, exploding tomb made my lungs tighten."Lucian, move," I said. My voice was eerily calm"Azzianna, get back!" Lucian turned, his eyes wide with fear for me. "You don't know what that fire will do.""I know it's mine," I replied.I stepped
The lower decks of the Northern Star were a tomb of rusted steel. Up above, the ship was a palace of glass and gold, but down here in "The Forge," the air was thick with the smell of hot oil and old exhaust. I stood at the edge of the motorcycle bay, shivering as red emergency lights flickered on and off. Every time the ship hit a sheet of ice, the floor groaned beneath my feet."The Hunters are coming," I said again. My voice sounded small in the massive room.Sloane did not move. She was the leader of Lucian’s bikers, a woman built of muscle and scars. She held a hunting knife that caught the red light like a drop of blood. Behind her, five other riders stepped out of the shadows. They did not look like the polite guards from my wedding. They looked like predators."I don't care about the Hunters, Princess," Sloane spat. Her voice was rough, like sandpaper on wood. "And I don't care about your lier husband. My only job is to keep this pack alive. Lucian thinks you are special, an
The Grand Dining Hall of the Northern Star was a cathedral of arrogance. High ceilings dripped with crystal chandeliers that rattled with every vibration of the ship’s engines. Thousands of wolves in designer suits and evening gowns sat at long tables, their silver forks clinking against china. They were the elite, the "pure" bloodlines of the North, and today they had gathered for the Victory Breakfast—the public celebration of the Thorne and Silver-Bane merger. But as I stood at the heavy mahogany doors, I didn't feel like a bride. I felt like a soldier walking into a trap. Lucian’s hand was a heavy, grounding weight on the small of my back. He had swapped his frost-covered biker jacket for a clean black shirt, but he still looked like a wolf among sheep. The scars on his jaw were a map of every battle he had won, and his grey eyes were sharp, scanning the room for the Silver-Hunters we knew were hiding in plain sight. "Remember," Lucian whispered, his voice a low vibration tha
Lucian’s suite was unlike the one I had shared with Julian for a few hours of my marriage. Julian’s room was filled with gold, white flowers, and soft silk. It was like a birdcage made for a pet. Lucian’s room was dark. It smelled of old wood, heavy leather, and the cold Arctic air. It felt like a wolf’s den dangerous, solid, and real. He sat me down in the middle of the large rug. I was still wearing his heavy leather jacket over my thin nightgown. I felt small, but for the first time in years, I didn’t faint. I looked out the large glass windows. Outside, icebergs floated like giant ghosts in the dark water. The ship was moving fast now, thrashing against the waves. "You should sleep," Lucian said. He walked over to a small bar and poured himself a glass of dark liquid. He didn't look at me. "The sun will be up in a few hours. When it does, the High Alpha will call the Elders. They will want to see us together. They will want to tear us apart." "How can I sleep?" I asked. My vo
Julian stood at the door to the deck. His face was red with anger. The ship’s Christmas lights twinkled behind him, casting long, trembling shadows on the floor. He looked down at my hand, still cradled in Lucian’s big, warm palm. He looked as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.“Get away from her, Lucian,” Julian whispered. He walked toward us. He tried to look strong and intimidating, but next to Lucian, he looked like a child playing.I felt fear strike me. My heart pounded in my ribs like a trapped bird. But then, I remembered the smell of jasmine and sandalwood in our room. I remembered the sight of Chloe’s hands in Julian’s hair. My fear turned to a cold, sharp blade. I didn’t pull my hand away. Instead, I squeezed Lucian’s fingers. I needed him to know I wasn’t going to run.“He doesn’t want to come with you, little brother,” Lucian said. His voice was calm, but there was a growl beneath it. He didn’t move an inch. He stood like a mountain of leather and muscle between m







