LOGIN"Tell me the truth, Torin - are you this wild when you sleep with that pathetic little Omega?" Five years of loyalty to the man I loved shattered with a single, mocking laugh behind a bedroom door. I wasn't just a girlfriend; I was a placeholder, a "purity act" used to bridge the gap until he could secure a seat at the high table of the Vanguard Pack. For three years, I played the part of the weak, unranked Omega, hiding the white wolf of the Polar Claws Pack beneath a silver bracelet that dampened my power and ITCHED with the need to shift. But when the heartbreak became a physical fire in my veins, I didn't just walk away - I walked straight into the predatory gaze of the one man Torin feared most: Xavier Wright. He is the Black Sheep, the "Ice King" of scandals and broken hearts who moves with a grace that makes the air turn heavy. I offered him a one-night stand with no strings and no tomorrow, never expecting the scent of cedarwood and smoky amber to latch onto my soul and scream one word: Mate. The "Catch" is a dangerous game of shadows; while Torin treats my best friend like a prize, Xavier treats me like a claim he’s been waiting years to stake. Can I reclaim my throne as a Lycan Queen without losing my heart to the "Black Sheep" who was never supposed to be mine? In a game of rejected promises and secret identities, the only thing more dangerous than my fated mate is the bite of the Alpha I’m about to become.
View MoreKillian’s words hung in the damp night air like a bad smell, but before the rain could even wash his dark footprints off the driveway, Torin was fucking gone.He didn't just walk away. Xavier's brother had slipped back into the shadowy wreckage of the west wing while Marcus was securing the front steps, leaving nothing behind except a pool of dark blood on the velvet rug and his empty rifle sitting on the stone floor. We searched the entire estate until the sun started peeking over the pine trees, but there was no sign of him. He had vanished into the morning mist, driven away by a heavy cocktail of deep shame, absolute regret over how he let Twyla blind him, and the pure terror of what his father was going to do to him for pointing a gun at his jaw.By mid-afternoon, the grand estate smelled like burnt carpet, heavy pine cleaner, and copper blood.I was sitting on the edge of the large oak desk in Silas’s private study, wrapping a clean white bandage tightly around Xavier’s thigh. Th
A puddle of thick, black wolf blood was still wet on the driver's seat, and nobody in the cold, damp warehouse wanted to say the fucking truth out loud."Don't just stand there staring at it like a bunch of brain-dead statues," I growled, my hand gripping the edge of the abandoned car door so hard the metal groaned under my knuckles. "Search the perimeter again. Every single corner of this filthy dock."The cold morning air smelled like rusty iron, oil, and fresh blood. We were standing in an empty shipping warehouse three miles outside the territory border. Rain was tapping steadily against the rusted tin roof overhead, making a dull, depressing sound that echoed through the dark building.Raine stepped up beside me, her hand reaching out to gently touch my forearm. Her warm palm cut right through the freezing air, sending that familiar, soothing wave of our mate-bond straight into my chest. Her ice-blue eyes looked down at the dark stain soaking int
"I spent twenty years thinking I was going to die in some dirty border war, Raine," Xavier whispered, his voice so low it was almost a purr against my skin. "I thought my life was just going to be blood, steel, and fighting my father's dirty battles until someone put a silver bullet through my brain. I never gave a fuck about what came after tomorrow.""And now?" I asked, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs."Now I want a tomorrow," he said simply, his hand sliding up my back, his long fingers tangling gently into the hair at the nape of my neck. "I want a house on the northern ridge where the rain doesn't smell like gunpowder. I want to wake up without a gun under my pillow. I want to see what you look like when you aren't covered in blood and frost."A sweet, heavy ache bloomed right in the center of my chest. It wasn't the cold, sharp white wolf power that usually ran through my blood; it was a deep, quiet warmth that made my han
For the first time since this filthy war started, I didn't look at the scarred man sitting across from me and see a shield, a soldier, or a lethal tool to keep my grandfather’s pack alive; I saw a future that didn't smell like copper blood and smoke.The small private armory in the basement of the east wing was quiet, lit only by the low, warm amber glow of two oil lamps hanging from the stone pillars. Outside, the freezing rain hammered against the high narrow slit windows, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of cedar wood, gun oil, and Xavier’s overwhelming cedar-and-ash alpha scent.My hands were raw. The skin across my knuckles was split, stinging from four brutal hours of hand-to-hand combat drills up in the main courtyard. My White Wolf power had surged three times during the training session, turning the wooden dummy posts into solid blocks of ice before Marcus could even yell at me to control my breathing. Without the old dampener ring Silas u
"I hope you aren't waiting for a thank you," I said, my voice cold.I stood by the marble sinks, scrubbing the back of my neck. The skin felt raw, but I couldn't stop. I needed to peel away the phantom sensation of Torin’s mouth near my skin. Every touch from that man felt like a stain I couldn't q
"Raine, pick up the phone!" Torin’s voice crackled through the speaker, sounding breathless and desperate. "You have to let me explain. It’s not what it looks like."I stared at the blinking timer on the call screen. "Save your breath, Torin. I’m done. We’re over.""What? No! Raine, listen to me,"
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" I asked.I needed to hear the words. We were standing in the back of the elevator, the metal doors sliding shut to cut us off from the rest of the world. Raine didn't answer with her voice. She stepped into my space, grabbed the lapels of my jacket, and pulled
"Leaving so soon?"The voice was a low, gravelly vibration that settled right at the base of my spine. I froze, my hand hovering inches from the edge of the silk sheets. Xavier Wright didn’t sound like a man who had just woken up. He sounded like a predator who had been watching me from the moment












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