LOGINClaimed by the CapoChapter 1: The Debt That Brought Me to HimI never believed a single signature could ruin a life. Until the day I signed my name on a loan I had no way of paying back.The interest was a living thing. It grew while I slept, while I worked double shifts at the warehouse, while I lied to my sister and said everything was fine. By the time the men in black cars started parking across the street from my apartment, I already knew the math. Thirty-seven thousand dollars. Plus the kind of interest that didn’t care about excuses.They took me on a Tuesday.No hood. No drama. Just two quiet guys who opened the back door of a black SUV and waited until I climbed in. The ride lasted twenty-three minutes. I counted. When the car stopped it was in front of a converted warehouse on the edge of the industrial district—brick, steel, windows that didn’t let light out. One of the men walked me inside like I was expected.The office at the end of the hall smelled like leather and exp
Chapter 3: The Night I Stopped RunningI didn’t open the bar the next night.I left the CLOSED sign hanging and the lights off. I sat on a stool in the dark with a glass of the same whiskey Lucien never really drank and waited. My body already knew he was coming. The air felt charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. My cock had been half-hard since sunset, thickening every time the wind rattled the windows or a shadow moved past the glass.I told myself I still had a choice. I was a liar, and I knew it.At 12:47 the lock turned by itself.Lucien stepped inside like he belonged there, black coat open over a dark shirt, rain still clinging to his hair. He closed the door behind him without looking, eyes already on me. In the low light from the street they looked completely black. The scent of him—cold rain, iron, that sweet metallic undercurrent—hit me like a fist to the chest.“You didn’t open,” he said.“Didn’t feel like serving anyone else.”He crossed the room slowly, each st
Chapter 2: The Night I Almost Said YesI told myself I wouldn’t look for him.I told myself a lot of things in the twelve hours after he walked out of my bar.I went home, showered until the water ran cold, and stood under the spray with my forehead pressed to the tile while my cock stayed stubbornly hard. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the scrape of his teeth on my lower lip and the cool press of his palm against my throat. I wrapped my fist around myself and stroked once, twice, then stopped because the second I started I knew I’d come with his voice in my head saying you do now. I didn’t want to give him that. Not yet. Not ever, if I still had any say in it.Sleep was a joke. I lay on top of the sheets staring at the ceiling, replaying the kiss on a loop until my skin felt too tight and my pulse wouldn’t slow down. When the sky finally started to lighten I gave up, made coffee I didn’t drink, and told the empty apartment that I was done. One weird night. One impossible man. One
Chapter 1: The Man Who Shouldn’t ExistI never believed in vampires. Or monsters. Or any of the late-night stories people told to make the dark feel less empty.I believed in locks, in silver-plated knives I kept under the bar for show, and in the simple fact that dead things stayed dead. That was how a bartender survived working the graveyard shift in a city that never really slept. Keep the drinks pouring, keep the drunks moving, and never let anyone get close enough to see the cracks.The first time I saw him, the clock above the bar read 1:17 a.m.He walked in like the night itself had decided to take a seat.Tall. Pale in a way that looked expensive instead of sick. Black coat still dusted with rain, dark hair pushed back from a face that belonged on the wrong side of beautiful—sharp cheekbones, a mouth that looked like it knew how to ruin people, and eyes so dark they swallowed the low light. He didn’t glance around the way normal customers did. He looked straight at me, and som
Chapter 3: Claimed Under the Full MoonThe full moon rose like a wound in the sky.I felt it before I saw it—an itch under my skin, a restless heat that started low in my gut and spread until every breath felt too shallow. By the time the light spilled silver through the pines I was pacing the cabin like a caged animal. My cock had been hard for hours. No amount of cold water or gritted teeth had touched it. Every time the wind moved through the trees I caught the faintest trace of cedar and rain and my body answered with another heavy pulse of need.Kane had been right.The bond didn’t care what I wanted to believe.I lasted until midnight.Then I grabbed my keys, walked out into the cold air in nothing but jeans and an unbuttoned flannel, and drove the truck up the old logging road that cut toward Voss land. I didn’t let myself think. Thinking had gotten me nowhere. The only thing left was the pull, and it was strong enough now that fighting it felt like trying to hold back the tide
Chapter 2: The Pull I Couldn’t OutrunI stayed off the north trail for three days.I told myself it was because of the washouts. Because the south loop needed clearing. Because I had reports to finish and a supply order to place. All of it was true enough to hold up under a casual glance. None of it explained why I checked the tree line every time the wind shifted, or why my cock stayed half-hard under my uniform pants like it was waiting for something that smelled like cedar and rain and trouble.Kane Voss did not come looking for me.That should have been a relief. It felt like a threat.By the fourth morning the cabin felt too small. The air inside tasted stale. I kept catching myself turning my face toward the window as if the right breeze might bring him back. I hated it. I hated the way my body had started reacting to the memory of him the same way it used to react to a woman’s soft voice or the press of hips against mine. Worse, actually. Sharper. Hungrier. Like something under
Chapter 1: Caught in the ActThe bass from Jordan’s speakers thumped through the walls as I slipped out of his room, heart hammering like a damn traitor. The party downstairs was still raging—cheap beer, shitty EDM, and too many people crammed into his parents’ living room. But I wasn’t going back
Chapter 4: Shadows and Surrender The crack outside the cabin window jolted me awake before dawn, my body still sore and marked from Damien’s relentless claiming the night before. I lay tangled in the heavy blankets, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. For a
Chapter 3: Cabin Fever The family cabin loomed ahead like a trap wrapped in pine trees and fresh snow. Mom and Dad had insisted on the weekend getaway to bond us all together, but they bailed at the last minute with some excuse about a work emergency back in the city. Convenient. Or maybe suspicio
Chapter 1: Caught in the Dark I never thought I would see my stepbrother like this. The house was supposed to be empty. Mom and Dad had left for their anniversary weekend, and I had planned to spend the night buried in my books, finally getting some peace from Damien’s constant noise. Hockey prac







