FAZER LOGIN✧◝(BROOKLYN)◜✧The alarm blared loudly, ripping me from a deep, dreamless sleep.I groaned, reaching out blindly to slap the offending device. My hand connected with something hard, and the noise finally stopped. I buried my face in the pillow, willing myself to fall back asleep.But then the door opened.A young woman entered, probably in her twenties, with kind eyes and a warm smile. She was dressed in a simple but elegant uniform, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun.I blinked, confusion flooding through me. "Can I help you?"The woman smiled, her voice soft and pleasant. "Good morning, Miss Brooklyn. My name is Sabrina. I'm the caretaker of the house. I'll be taking care of you during your stay here."I blinked, still groggy. "Oh. Hi. I'm—""Brooklyn," she finished with a smile. "I know. The King told me all about you."I felt my cheeks flush. What had Luciano told her? That I was a half-blood stray he was forced to tolerate? That I was a curse he wanted to be rid of?"Bre
✧◝(BROOKLYN)◜✧The room was beautiful.I stood in the doorway, my breath catching as I took in the space before me. It was nothing like the plain room I had woken up in back at the packhouse. This room was warm, inviting, designed in soft shades of pink and white that made me feel like I had stepped into a dream.A massive canopy bed dominated the center of the room, draped in sheer white fabric that fluttered gently in the breeze from an open window. Plush pillows in shades of blush and cream were scattered across the duvet, inviting me to sink into their softness. A vanity table sat against one wall, its surface covered in elegant bottles and brushes I had never been able to afford. A plush white rug covered the floor, and fairy lights twinkled along the ceiling, casting a warm, magical glow.It was the most beautiful room I had ever seen.And it was mine.I walked slowly, my fingers trailing over the soft fabrics, the smooth wood, the cool glass. I was afraid to touch anything,
✧◝(LUCIANO)◜✧ I stepped out of the car, and the morning air hit me like a physical force. My power radiated outward in waves, ancient and overwhelming, pressing down on the rogues who surrounded us like the weight of centuries. I could see it in their eyes—the flicker of hesitation, the dawning realization that they had made a terrible mistake. But there were fifty of them. And they were desperate. Or well-paid. Perhaps both. They surged forward, and I met them with cold, brutal efficiency. I had been fighting for centuries. I had faced enemies far more dangerous than these pathetic rogues. My movements were fluid, calculated, lethal. Each strike was precise, each kill economical. I tore through them like a scythe through wheat, my claws and fangs finding throats and hearts with merciless accuracy. But I was distracted. I could feel Brooklyn's fear through the bond, sharp and piercing, like a knife twisting in my chest. Her terror was a constant hum in the back of my
✧◝(BROOKLYN)◜✧Morning came too quickly.I woke in the warded room, the magic pressing down on my senses like a suffocating blanket. The plain walls seemed to close in around me, the sparse furniture offering no comfort. For a long moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.The confrontation with Rebecca. The cruel words of her clique. The way my scent had flared, making them all gasp with terror. And then the walk back to this room, alone, with cold satisfaction. I had won that battle. But the war was far from over.A soft knock on the door made me flinch. I sat up, my body tense, ready to defend myself. But the face that appeared was a servant's—young, nervous, bearing a tray of food."Miss Brooklyn," she murmured, her eyes downcast. "Your breakfast."I wanted to ask questions. I wanted to demand answers. But I was too hungry to argue. I nodded, and the servant set the tray on the small table before scurrying out.I
✧◝(BROOKLYN)◜✧I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding, my body drenched in cold sweat.The room was unfamiliar. Plain. Functional. Nothing like the luxurious suite I had been staying in before. The walls were bare, the furniture sparse, and the air felt heavy, thick with something that made my skin prickle with unease.Wards. I could feel them pressing against me, containing me, suppressing something I couldn't quite name.My scent.I sat up slowly, my head spinning with confusion. How had I gotten here? The last thing I remembered was the brothers surrounding me, their eyes dark with hunger, their bodies trembling with barely contained lust. And then a shadow, a flash of movement, and darkness.I looked down at myself. I was still in the same clothes, still wearing the same bandages. Someone had brought me here, laid me in this bed, and left me alone.But who? And why?My stomach growled loudly, breaking the thoughts. I pressed a hand to my abdomen, wincing at the hollow ache. Whe
✧◝(LUCIANO)◜✧"A condition?"I watched my eldest son with narrowed eyes, my ancient instincts prickling with suspicion. Knox had always been the most strategic of my sons, the one who thought before he acted. The fact that he had been the first to speak, the first to propose an alternative, told me he had been thinking about this for longer than he let on."Yes." Knox stepped forward, his voice hard as steel, his eyes blazing with a determination that almost made me proud. "We'll draw up a binding contract. All five of us will sign it. None of us—not you, not us—will touch or claim Brooklyn until we understand what she is and why the Moon Goddess bound her to all five of us. Until we have answers, she remains off-limits to everyone."The silence that followed was deafening. I watched my sons' shocked faces as they processed Knox's words. They didn't like it-I could see that-but they also knew it was the only way.They were trapped, just as I was.My expression remained unreadable







