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Adrian It took them nearly an hour to arrive. When they were finally ushered into my office, I didn’t bother with pleasantries. No small talk. No handshakes. “Get to the point,” I said, motioning for them to sit. Charles Abbot, head of the Abbot family, one of the older bloodlines sworn to Strigoi, was the first to speak. “Dimitri has gone rogue,” he said bluntly. I narrowed my eyes. “I find that hard to believe.” Dimitri Orlov was many things, calculating, secretive, ancient, but reckless? No. Never. Charles leaned forward, voice trembling. “He’s conducting human trials in Ashberge. Forcing us, pressuring us, to give up our sons and daughters. They’re injecting humans with Strigoi venom, trying to manufacture transformations.” He ran a hand through his graying hair, clearly shaken. “Some die instantly. Some turn feral. Others… change into something else entirely. They’ve lost control, and they’re hiding it.” I watched him closely. His fear wasn’t fabricated. He believed every
AdrianNatalie lit up the moment she heard her mother was awake. That kind of joy, raw and wide-eyed, was rare these days, and I didn’t have the heart to darken it.Not yet.What I suspected about her mother’s condition would crush her. So I said nothing.“I’ll be around the house,” I told her as gently as I could. “Go see your mother.”She beamed at me, eyes shining, and yet… behind that joy, there was something broken.Her eyes were haunted.In just a few days, she’d carried more grief and fear than most endure in a lifetime. It showed in every line of her face, every breath she didn’t realize she was holding.I wished I could ease it. Take it from her. But I couldn’t.And worse, I knew more pain was coming.As she walked away, I fell in step beside Nikolas. I couldn’t bring myself to enter that room with her. Not until I understood exactly what we were dealing with.“She’s turning?” I asked, voice low.Nikolas nodded. He didn’t say the word. He didn’t need to.“Her body’s fully ada
Carson “Permit me to speak with them,” Grant said, his voice steady but his eyes giving him away. Desperation. Defiance. The fire of someone who’d already made up his mind to fight. I knew that feeling. I’d felt it every time I thought of Natalie. Love had a way of doing that, dragging even the strongest of us to our knees. Grant was there now. And truthfully… so was I. “Very well,” I said after a long beat. “Tell them we need three days. We’ll return her after we’ve verified their claim.” He started to nod, relief flickering across his face. “And Grant, bring Graham to me. Personally.” He froze. “No one double-crosses this pack and walks away clean,” I continued, voice like steel. “He’s trying to stir up trouble between us and the Strigoi. I won’t let him.” Grant gave a quick nod and turned to go. “Grant.” He paused at the door. Looked back. Waiting. “I know you care about her,” I said, quieter now. “But this is a hard road. If Graham decides to go through with the sacrif
CarsonThe day dragged like a blade over skin, slow, painful, unforgettable.My father had dropped a bomb, and there was no putting it back together. Adrian. Adrian was my Alpha.How the hell was I supposed to process that?What were his limits, really? Did he even have any? It felt like the universe had rigged the game, built something too powerful, too perfect, and just set him loose.I was starting to understand Volodymir now. I could see the fear beneath all his posturing. Adrian wasn’t aggressive, sure. He didn’t impose. But what if that ever changed? What if one day he stopped playing nice and decided to take instead? Who would stop him? Who could?There was no one. That was the problem.I sat slouched at my desk, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in my hand. I hadn’t bothered with a glass. What was the point? The burn in my throat vanished too quickly, like even alcohol couldn’t hold on in Adrian’s world.My thoughts were a storm I couldn’t outrun. Natalie didn’t need to say a wor
Natalie Adrian laid me back like I was something sacred, and worshipped every inch of me with his mouth. When he bit me—his fangs sinking in with a dark, exquisite ache—it sent me spiraling into bliss. My moans filled the room, my body trembling beneath him, every nerve alight. He feasted like I was his favorite indulgence—slow, intense, deliberate. Every lick, every kiss, every teasing suck pushed me higher, until I was clutching his hair, gasping his name, aching for more. I didn’t want gentleness. I wanted all of him—raw, consuming, real. And when he finally thrust into me, filling the ache, claiming every part of me, I shattered. I gave in—utterly, completely—letting him take me to the edge and over. Afterward, wrapped in his arms, our breaths mingling in the silence, I sank into a deep, dreamless sleep. I didn’t realize how long I’d been out until I blinked at the sunlight slanting across the room and saw the clock. Noon. Adrian was gone. Not just from the bed—he wasn’t in t
NatalieI should’ve been happy Alison was here. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t be. Not when my mom was hanging by a thread—body failing, future uncertain. Cancer was one thing. But Strigoi? That was another kind of death.A hollow, bloodthirsty shell of a person, doomed to darkness and isolation. My mom would never want that. I knew it in my bones—she’d rather die for real than become something unrecognizable.So I lay in bed, alone, trying to pretend I could rest. Adrian had begged me to nap, and maybe I gave in just to shut him up. But sleep didn’t come. It wouldn’t. My thoughts kept spinning in circles, crashing into the one thing I didn’t want to face: life without her.Alison was just two doors down, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I didn’t trust her. Not fully. Her father had destroyed everything—he’d broken my mother, and he’d tried to break me.I hated him with every cell in my body. And if karma was real, it should’ve been him rotting with Strig