INICIAR SESIÓNFive years ago, I woke up naked beside my husband’s beta, and in that moment, my entire world burned. My mate, Draven, the Alpha of Midnight MC, looked at me like I was filth. He didn’t let me speak. He didn’t believe me. He stripped me of my title, my name, and everything I was, and he banished me. I rebuilt my life from the ashes as a mechanic. A woman learning to live without the bond that once defined her. Until the day he walked back into my life, not Draven, but his estranged stepbrother, Calix. The same man who used to torment me in college just to get under my skin. Cocky, reckless, and infuriatingly charming, the kind of danger that made my heart forget how to beat. He offered me a deal to pretend to be his girlfriend in a three-month biker tournament and he’d rebuild my shattered shop. I should’ve said no. Because when I walked into that tournament, I saw Draven again, he looked colder than I remembered... and standing beside him, heavily pregnant, was my best friend, Lauren, who betrayed me. Now my past and present are colliding in flames. The mate who abandoned me wants me back. The stepbrother who once bullied me wants me. And the lies that ruined my life are unraveling faster than I can breathe. I’m torn between two brothers, one who broke my soul and one who pieced it back together. And I don’t know which one I’m meant to love... or which one will burn me in the end.
Ver másDRAVENI shouldn’t be reacting like this.That’s the first thought that cuts through everything else.I was sure I had this under control. Months of training it down. Months of learning how to silence what I couldn’t name at first. Orphe had been quiet lately. Almost obedient in a way that made me believe I had finally mastered whatever I became.So why now?Why the moment she stands in front of me again does everything start to slip?“Orphe…” Rhiannon’s voice breaks slightly when she says it. “What does that mean?”It hits me harder than I expect.Not because of the question.But because of her eyes when she asks it.There’s fear there. Real fear. The kind I told myself I would never put in her again.My chest tightens, and I feel it immediately—Orphe reacting under my skin. Not violent. Not loud. Just… awake.No.Not now.Not here.Not when she’s looking at me like that.I try to steady my breath, but it doesn’t fully settle. My hands are shaking, and I don’t realize it until she mo
The words stay between us. And I just watch him.Something shifts in his face.It’s small. Easy to miss if I wasn’t already looking too closely. His eyes hold mine for a second longer, then he looks away, like he needs that space just to breathe. His hand comes up, dragging slowly through his hair, pushing it back before falling again. It’s not a careless movement. It looks… strained.Like he’s holding something in.“I didn’t come back the same,” he says.His voice is quieter now. Rougher.I don’t interrupt.“I’m… wolfless.” He pauses, like the word itself doesn’t sit right in his mouth. “My wolf is inside you.”That second pulse that’s always beating in my chest.I feel it before I even think about it. Low and steady. My fingers press lightly against my shirt without meaning to.He looks at me again, softly this time.“I’ve missed you, Rhiannon.”Something in the way he says it makes my throat tighten.“It’s so hard to breathe right now. I—” He stops himself, like the rest of the wor
RHIANNONI don’t move after I say it.“You’re not dead.”The words sit between us longer than I expect. I can still hear them in my head, like I shouldn’t have said them out loud. Like once they’re out here, there’s no taking them back.He doesn’t answer immediately.He just looks at me.And the silence that follows isn’t empty. It feels… full. Like there’s something in it I can’t reach yet, something I don’t understand but can’t ignore either.My fingers twitch slightly at my side.I’m still watching him. Waiting for something to break. For something to shift, for this to fall apart the way it should if it isn’t real.Nothing changes.He breathes in slowly.I see it clearly. His chest rises, then falls again. Steady. Controlled. Not forced. It doesn't feel like my imagination.Too real.“I’m not dead,” he says.That’s it.My stomach tightens.Not dead.The words don’t settle the way they should. They don’t bring relief. They don’t make anything clearer. If anything, they make everyt
DRAVENThe engine is the only thing keeping me steady as I turn into her street.If it goes quiet, I know I’ll feel it.Everything.The distance. The time. The way a year can stretch into something that doesn’t feel real until you’re standing at the end of it.So I let the engine run a second longer than necessary before I cut it.The silence that follows settles immediately.Heavy.I don’t move at first.My hands stay on the handlebars, my grip tighter than it should be, like if I let go too quickly, something will shift and I won’t be ready for it.Then I lift my head.And I see her.She’s sitting right in front of the house.Exactly where the light from inside barely reaches her, leaving her half in shadow.For a second, nothing else exists.Not the road. Not the night. Not the distance I just crossed to get here.Just her.She looks the same.And she doesn’t.It’s small things.The way she’s sitting. The way her shoulders hold themselves. The quiet around her that wasn’t there bef
My legs are already trembling.The weakness creeping through my body feels heavier now, like standing here is suddenly too much. My fingers tighten slightly around the edge of the door.“You should stand up,” I say softly.My voice doesn’t sound like mine.Draven hesitates.For a moment, I think he
The tears aren’t from pain.They slip down my face without warning, hot and heavy, and for a second I don’t understand them. My body isn’t injured. My wolf isn’t wounded. But something inside me is cracking, splitting open in a way I don’t know how to stop.These tears are for what I believed.For
“Why her?” I whisper. “She was my best friend.”I watch his face change.The drop in his expression mirrors the way my stomach fell the day everything shattered. There’s no pretending he didn’t feel that. His wolf reacts too—I sense it, that low, wounded confusion rippling through the bond we never
DRAVEN I’m sitting close to the shore, far enough that the waves only reach my boots when the tide swells. The cigarette burns between my fingers, forgotten, smoke drifting into the night air. I should feel calm here. This place has always been mine when my head gets too loud. Tonight, it does no












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