LOGINShe was the daughter of a monster. He was the brother of a ghost. And their love was never supposed to exist. Sama Arthur has spent her entire life locked away in a golden cage—an Omega born to a cruel kingpin who saw her as a pawn, not a person. The only man who ever showed her kindness died for it. So she ran. She bled. She disappeared. Now she lives under a stolen name, with trembling hands and nightmares she hides behind lipstick and laughter. But monsters have long memories. And so does Dean Wason. Dean is an Alpha forged in blood, trained to kill, and fueled by one thing—revenge. His younger brother was executed with a bullet to the head. The killer walked free. Now Dean wants to break him—but not with bullets. With heartbreak. With suffering. With the thing his enemy loves most. So he hunts Sama. He stalks her. Finds her. But when he finally sees the terrified woman dancing under neon lights, he doesn’t see a target. He sees something twisted and broken. Something like him. And that changes everything. She’s supposed to die. He’s supposed to walk away. But obsession is a wildfire—and neither of them is safe. What starts as a trap turns into a war of dominance and surrender, secrets and scars. Dean wants to hate her. Sama wants to survive him. But desire is betrayal. And love? Love is lethal. When lies unravel and the truth cuts deep, Sama learns that Dean isn’t just the man who could destroy her—he’s the only one who ever truly saw her. And Dean? He realizes that the woman who ruined his mission is the only one who ever understood his pain.
View More"The silence is thicker than the stone," Dickson told him, his own voice a low gravelly whisper. "I've never lost so many of us to one attack. Not even against Dean Wason's troops."Sama Arthur did not speak. She simply held Leiran closer, the child's tiny, beating heart the only thing of stability in the world. Their return to camp was a procession of grief. Half a crew had ventured into the Heart of the Moon; less than a third had emerged. The survivors' faces were a grim mixture of exhaustion, loss, and a burning rage."We were not supposed to have trusted him," Gloria told herself, her eyes tracking the figure of Dean Wason down in the distance, walking alone towards the edge of the plateau's cliff, his head bowed. "We were idiots. We should have known better.""His men fell too, Gloria," Theo said quietly, his own arm still bandaged from a magical wound. "Timothy. Tobby. gone. And Paul Wason. gone. The price was paid on both sides.""The price was paid for a child who is to be th
"The Heart of the Moon is a crossroads, an intersection of planetary ley lines," Sama Arthur explained, her words slicing with precision as she read the glimmering patterns on the shattered ground. "It's not a refuge; it's an altar, a living one. The witches are going to burn Leiran there, to fulfill the 'World Ender' prophecy."Dean Wason knelt at her side, his gaze following the complex web of energies that Sama was spinning. The blood-trail magic, which he had crafted using a sliver of witch bone and some of his own blood, pulsed softly on the ground, leading the way. "And they believe that by doing this, they're going to cleanse the world, huh? Their idiotic idea of a reset button.""Right," Sama Arthur confirmed, her teeth grinding. "They don't think of Leiran as a child. They think of them as an instrument, a spark for mere destruction, to 'end all thrones' as they say in their prophecies. Ours too.""So they're not just trying to usurp; they're trying to destroy everything," Al
"The song is gone," Dean Wason grumbled, his voice low, gravelly. "I don't feel it. I don't hear Leiran."His men stood around him in a wordless, grim circle. Paul Wason knelt beside him, his hand on the shoulder of his brother. "Dean, what does it mean? What occurred?""It means they're gone," Dean Wason replied, his eyes now on the ground, a terrible, icy conviction spreading through him. "None of us. They've been abducted. And whoever abducted them. they've shut out the light." He sprang to his feet, a new man, not born of hope, but of a new, all-consuming purpose. "I don't know who they are, but I know what they've done. They lopped Leiran free of the earth, of their stock. They've buried her in some darkness.""How do you know that?" asked Timothy in disbelief. "From where we stand, all we can see is the same empty sky.""Because I heard it," Dean Wason said, his gaze sweeping over his team. "I heard Leiran's power song. It wasn't something you could touch, it was sound, it was a
"Your efforts are futile, Sama Arthur!" the senior witch of the Sisterhood of the Ending Moon wailed, her voice a nails-on-chalkboard scream that vibrated the air. "The cycle of the moon is unbreakable, and its completion shall not be postponed by a mortal protector!"Sama Arthur locked her jaw, her entire body a rigid conduit of earth power. The ground under her shone, a barrier of sheer power opposing the titanic, suffocating weight of the coven's magic. The wind tore with conflicting powers—Sama's comforting, protecting aura clashing brutally with the coven's icy, evil will. The sharp point of her crystal sword trembled, quivering with bottled potential, but it was helpless in the face of the invisible barriers of force that the witches had erected."Go, Gloria! Rose!" she shouted over the racket, her voice cracking with strain. "Don't stop!"Gloria and Rose, Leiran clutched tightly in Rose's arms, fought towards the rock crevice. The small one's terrified wails were now a low, whe
"He's still there," Timothy whispered, as though he were talking about a ghost. "I've never seen him like this."Dean Wason had not moved. He was standing at the lip of the chasm, looking out at the vacant sky where he had last glimpsed the form of Leiran. A breeze ruffled his hair and the loose th
"He's getting further behind, Sama," Crayons Arthur's voice was a rasping warning, whipped on the gusts of wind that danced around them on the rising rock surface. Down below, the chasm opened wider, devouring Dean Wason's retreating forms. Sama Arthur did not respond immediately. Her eyes stayed w
"They're not 'gone,' Sama," Dickson's voice was cut, cutting through the frigid, thread-thin air of the plateau. "Dean Wason will be back. And he won't be 'broken' again. He just learned his very existence puts the child at risk. That'll spawn a new kind of fixation."Sama Arthur pulled Leiran clos
"You can't be serious, Sama," the voice of Dickson snarled out across the broad, wind-polished plateau. "He's coming. We've detected a faint energy reading, a kind of resonance, along the line of the blown rock. It's him."Sama Arthur knelt down, tracing the fine, glittering lines on Leiran's tiny
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