LOGINWARNING This book contains mature scenes, explicit content, and potentially triggering themes. It is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. Claude Adams never wanted a mate—especially not her. As the Beta and son to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, he knows fate isn’t something to fight. But when he meets the she-wolf destined to be his, the bond feels all wrong. Suffocating. A trap he can’t escape. So when a cryptic message—meant for a human—draws him onto a luxury cruise liner, he takes it as the perfect excuse to run. What he doesn’t expect is Nikolai Vladimirovich—a ruthless Russian Mafia boss with a dangerous aura and a stare that strips Claude down to something raw. What starts as a reckless, meaningless fling turns into something neither of them can walk away from. But Claude isn’t human. He was never meant to belong to Nikolai. And when the truth comes out, there will be no mercy. Because Nikolai doesn’t share. And fate? It doesn’t make mistakes.
View MoreEPILOGUE JACEI WENT. DIDN’T know why.Maybe it was the way Andrei looked at me when he handed over the stupid invitation, like he didn’t expect me to say yes. Maybe it was the way he didn’t ask, just slid it across the table with a grunt and poured his coffee like he hadn’t just invited the guy who once drugged the groom.Or maybe I just wanted to see if I still flinched.The venue wasn’t some fancy cathedral or five-star hotel. Just a quiet place outside the city, soft music playing, chairs lined up on stone. Snow covered everything in that too-perfect way—like someone had spray-painted it white and told the world to behave for one day.Andrei’s hand sat steady against my lower back as we walked in. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to.People were scattered, not many. Family. Friends. The ones who made it out alive. I didn’t know most of them. Didn’t need to. They looked at me like I was an accessory—black suit, crooked smile, probably trouble. Fine. They weren’t wrong.Claude
~ONE YEAR LATER~ANDERISNOW FELL IN heavy, slow drifts as I lit a cigarette outside the compound gates. The cold bit at my skin, the smoke curling from my lips like fragile frost in the gray morning air. Security cameras blinked red above me, glass eyes catching the dull sky, watching everything that moved inside. Guns. Orders. Loyalty. It was supposed to feel like home.It didn’t.I crushed the cigarette beneath my boot and stepped inside. My boots were soaked, gloves cold, but I didn’t care. I didn’t knock when I reached Nikolai’s door. It opened under my hand like it always did.He sat behind his desk — sleeves rolled up, dark shirt, scar peeking from beneath the collar. His eyes met mine, but there was no anger. No irritation.Only a smile.That was the first sign something was wrong.I’ve got something for you,” he said, voice calm as if it were nothing.I pushed back my hair with a sigh. “Another body?”“Not this time.”He poured whiskey into a heavy glass. The crystal clinked
JACEI COULD STILL taste blood—his or mine, I didn’t know. Didn’t care.Andrei’s grip on my jacket didn’t loosen. He didn’t say a word, didn’t let me breathe, didn’t look at me like a man should. He dragged me.Out of the alley. Across the street. Into the mess of traffic and neon and people who didn’t care about the bruise on my jaw or the dried blood on his shirt.He didn’t say a word.I didn’t ask him to.The hotel wasn’t far. Some faceless place with mirrors in the elevator and the kind of wallpaper that peeled at the edges. I kept my head down. My hands in my pockets as I followed.Room 712. His key card clicked. The door opened and walked in. I didn’t hesitate.I didn’t need to ask why.The door shut behind me like a trap. The room smelled faintly of cigarettes and leather and sweat. Like him.We didn’t speak.Not until I leaned against the dresser and pulled off my hoodie, slowly. His shirt was still underneath it. Washed too many times that threads began pulling near the seams
ANDREITHEY PUSHED NIKOLAI past me on a gurney, and for the first time in a decade, I didn’t move. Didn’t bark orders. Didn’t clear the hall. Didn’t follow.Just stood there.Blood soaked through his shirt, staining the linen deep red. The side of his gut was wrapped in gauze already, but I could still see the pulsing dark spot where it bled through. His hand twitched once.And then nothing.They shoved through the steel doors. Claude collapsed to the floor like something broken. And me?I just stared.My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into skin. The rage was still there. Clawing. Coiled around my ribs like wire, too tight to breathe.He wasn’t supposed to bleed for anyone.That wasn’t Nikolai. Not the man who taught me silence was survival. That blood was power. That weakness had a price and it was always steep.And now he lay on a fucking table because he couldn’t stop loving someone who made him vulnerable.And maybe, maybe I was screaming at Claude because I saw it too cl
JACEI WOKE UP with a sore ass, dried cum between my thighs, and no cuffs in sight. No cold floor. No blood crusted on my lip. Just the ache in my hips and the sticky mess between my legs to remind me of what I let him do to me last night.Let him.I snorted, rolling onto my back.The sheets smelle
ANDREITHE FIRST THING I noticed was the weight.Warm. Light. But there.An arm slung across my chest, a thigh thrown over mine, skin against skin like it was natural. His breath brushed the side of my throat in soft little puffs. He snored, barely—a soft whistling sound that would've made me want
ANDREITHE MANSION WAS silent. Not the kind of quiet that lets you breathe easy, but the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Pakhan was on edge—everyone could feel it, but no one dared say a word. The tension wasn’t about shipments or the usual Brotherhood bullshit. It was abo
Note—This is a repetition of the first chapter of Blind Desires from the Author Note above. TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid, but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and






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