LOGINMy biggest mistake wasn't falling for a man that was all kinds of off-limits; it was thinking the moon goddess wasn't listening to my deepest, darkest thoughts. Professor Deville was the man who made literature sound erotic, every whiff of him my kryptonite; so when he offered me more than just a polite smile that night at the bar, I dropped everything for him - panties included. What I had no idea about was that there were two different variants of Professor Deville - the man who lived for words, and the man who loved for swords; and I was fated to both. Now, my mate bond tugs me in two different directions, to two different men who share more than just the same face, and to two men who were far more than just off-limits. Would my forbidden fantasies finally beget a love that can overturn old laws, or would everything and everyone around us bring us down from the high of our feelings? In this forbidden romance book, Aliyah has to choose between more than just two mates, she has to also choose which one of them lives and which one dies.
View MoreAliyah's POV Two years later,The heavy oak doors of the Dark Bane master suite creaked as I pushed them open. Two years had passed since the night of the coronation, and the weight of the silver circlet on my dressing table was no longer a burden, but a symbol of the peace we had built. I walked into the room and kicked off my heels, enjoying the feel of the plush rug under my tired feet. I had spent the entire afternoon at Rising Moon College, overseeing the new scholarship applications for the healing arts program."You’re home late," a voice rumbled from the balcony.I looked up and smiled. Tyler was leaning against the stone railing, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked exactly the same as the day he took over the combat department—rugged, powerful, and entirely mine. He stepped inside, his boots thudding softly on the hardwood floor."The board meeting ran long," I said, leaning back against the bedpost as he approached. "Everyone has an opinion on the new traini
Aliyah’s POVThe silver circlet sat atop my auburn hair, feeling like a physical anchor to a reality I still struggled to grasp. It was over. The running, the screaming in the night, the feeling of cold iron against my skin—it was all a memory now. I stood on the edge of the grand balcony of the Dark Bane estate, looking out over the valley. The forest was alive tonight. Thousands of wolves were gathered below, their eyes glowing like a sea of amber and gold under the heavy, white moon.I felt the heat of Skylar on my left and the raw power of Tyler on my right. We were a triad. Three souls bound by a fate that the world had tried to tear apart.“They are waiting,” Skylar whispered. His voice was no longer the stern, distant tone of Professor Deville. It was the voice of a man who had risked his soul to keep me breathing. He reached out, his long fingers grazing the small of my back.“Don’t be nervous,” Tyler added, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my own chest. He stood w
Skylar’s POVThe heavy oak doors of the Alpha Council’s private chamber felt like the gates to a prison I had finally outgrown. I stood in front of the long, polished table where the men who had governed my life—and the lives of every wolf in Eclipsera—sat in stunned silence.I wasn't wearing my professor’s tweed jacket today. I was in a sharp, black suit that felt like armor. Beside me, Tyler stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his hair pulled back in a tight bun, his emerald eyes glowing with a predatory satisfaction.“You can’t just dissolve the Council’s mandates, Skylar,” Alpha Miller sputtered, his hands shaking as he looked at the documents I had just slammed onto the table. “These laws have stood since the founding of Silver Haven. Social constructs keep us organized. They prevent chaos!”“They prevent happiness,” I countered, my voice low and dangerous. “And they are based on fear, not strength. You used these laws to control who we love and how we mate, all to keep y
Aliyah's POV The morning light filtered through the wooden slats of the cabin, hitting the rumpled furs where we had spent the night. The air was still thick with the scent of our union, but the physical high of the previous hours was beginning to settle into a heavy, thoughtful reality. I sat up, pulling a soft throw over my shoulders, watching Skylar and Tyler. They were already awake, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle."You're thinking too much," Tyler said. He reached out, his fingers grazing my ankle. "I can feel your pulse racing from here, Aliyah. What's going on in that head of yours?""Everything," I admitted, my voice a bit raspy. "Yesterday, I was being tortured in a warehouse. Today, you're asking me to lead a pack. It’s a lot to take in."Skylar shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked more human than I had ever seen him. The weight of his guilt was visible in the slight slump of his shoulders, though his eyes remained fixed on me. "We kno
Aliyah's POV The silence of the cabin was heavy, but it wasn't the cold, suffocating silence of the warehouse or the damp walls of my captors' hideout. This silence was thick with the scent of us—the musk of Tyler’s skin, the sharp, clean scent of Skylar’s cologne, and the metallic, sweet tang of
Aliyah's POV I could feel my life slipping away with every shallow breath. The ropes weren't just holding my flesh; it felt like Becca’s dark magic was stitching itself into my very soul, draining the Zeen wolf essence she craved so badly. My vision swam. The warehouse was a blurred mess of shadow
Aliyah’s POVThe tension in the warehouse was thick enough to choke on. I stayed slumped against the chair, my wrists burning from the friction of the ropes, but my eyes were glued to the scene in front of me. Aiden and Serena stood like twin pillars of vengeance, their presence filling the space t
Aliyah's POVThe concrete floor was biting into my knees. My wrists were raw, the coarse rope fraying against my skin every time I tried to shift my weight. The air in this abandoned warehouse was stale, smelling of rusted iron and old wood. I looked at the flickering light bulb hanging from the ce






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