WARNING 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.
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I FLEXED MY shoulders as I approached my fathers office. He had called for me about twenty minutes ago. I placed my balled fist on the door to his office, ready to knock but before I did, he muttered a “Come in.” I pushed the door open and my father was seated behind his desk, a smile playing on his lips. “Son, take a seat.” He said and I did. “You called.” I said curtly and his smile wilden. “Ahh, yes. I will just get straight to the point.” My father cleared his throat and placed his intertwined fingers on the desk. “There is a very important meeting that would be going on in Green Hill Pack—after the war and them helping us reclaim our pack, we have been offered a chance to —- and now that’s you’re no longer a kid, I want you to go to the meeting in place of me.” I swallowed harshly at the mention of the war, the same war that I had been rape by that—I pressed my eyes closed and puffed out a shaky breath. No, I couldn’t think of it. It has been five years since it happened and I am healing. “Claude?” I snapped my eyes open, cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. Right. I forced a smile and nodded “Of course I would love to go.When is the meeting?” “In two days time but it would be best you leave tomorrow.” I waited for him to continue talking then stifled a sigh when I realized he wouldn’t be giving me a reason as to why I should be leaving tomorrow when the meeting is in two days period. “Alright. Would that be all?” I asked and he wave his hand and without any more words said, I left his office. —— I arrived at Green Hill Pack and I was given an en-suite along with the few others that arrived earlier from other packs. I quickly took a shower and changed into fresh clothes. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall and since the meeting would be taking place tomorrow, I decided to take a stroll around the pack. I jogged over to a random stranger and cleared my throat. The man turned around and he looked to be around the same age as me. “Sorry for bothering you, but do you know any bar that’s close by?” I asked and his stiffness reduced as he eyed the building behind me and took in my scent. “You must be one of Alpha’s guest. If you’re driving you just need to go straight and then take a sharp turn to the left. It isn’t hard to miss since today is Sunday it’s going to be packed.” He grinned at me and my lips tugged at the side. “Thanks.” I muttered and walked towards the car I had brought to Green Hill Pack. Soon, my car was parked outside the bar and true to the strangers words, it was parked. As I entered, pretty much everyone moved away from me and I knew my scent was putting them off since I didn’t smell like I belonged here. I almost regretted making the decision to find a bar but since I was already here then fuck it. I ordered a quick drink and not up to five minutes, I had a female pressing her body into my side. “You aren’t from around here, are you?” She asked and I turned my head, my eyes raking over her figure before I shook my head. “No.” I answered curtly and she brought her face closer to mine and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Her smile wilden and she leaned even closer and whispered in my ear. “Hmm, want to have some fun?” It it was any other time—preferably three years ago, I would have taken the opportunity any women threw at me and stick my cock in every single female I could but now, I just couldn’t. I wasn’t attracted to any of them. I wasn’t attracted to women. My drink was finally ready and I brought the cold glass to my lips and looked at her over the rim of the glass. “Sorry, love. I would have to decline your offer.” She huffed and threw her brown hair over her shoulder and I knew my rejection hurt her more than she was letting on. About five drinks later, my nose began to pick on a very very delicious scent that had me whipping my head so fast that I thought I would get whiplash. I tried to find where the scent was coming from and as soon as my eyes met with her, my whole body tensed and my eyes wilden. The females lips stretched in a wild grin and she began to walk towards me. My heart began to beat fast against my chest and I quickly scrambled out of my seat and dashed for the door. My hands were shaking as I reached for the handle of my car and spread down the road. I found my mate. I found my mate. Ifoundmymate. The thought was suppose to make me happy, finally my mate was suppose to be the most happiest moment in my life but I couldn’t bring myself to be happy. I knew what was wrong with me deep down. I knew why I wasn’t happy and that was because I was broken. He broke me. ———- I was late. I was fucking late to a very important meeting and if my father ever finds out, he would kill me. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” I muttered as I fixed my tie and rushed down the stairs to the hall we were using for the meeting. The door were already shut and I cleared my throat as I stood in front of it and the two guards eyed me then pulled the door open. All eyes were fixed on me as I walked into the room and I pushed the nervousness that creeped up my spine and made my way to the empty seat that was reserved for The Rising Moon Pack. “Sorry I’m late.” I said and a few of the Alphas and other ranking members sneered at me before Alpha Landon cleared his throat, taking the attention away from me. “Let’s continue,” Alpha Landon said and even with that, I couldn’t focus on what he was saying. The only thing that filled my senses was that scent again and even from where I was seated, I could feel her eyes on me. My mate was in the room with me and this time there was no chance at running away.EPILOGUE 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
JACEFOUR MONTHS AGOThe morning light slid in through the slats like it didn’t know better. Soft and gold and too clean for the shit I was about to do.He was still asleep beside me, breathing deep and steady. The kind of sleep people have when they don’t expect to be disappointed. When they don’t expect you to be gone.I didn’t move at first. Just laid there, watching him in the silence. His face in profile, his lips parted, that scar curving over his shoulder and into his tattoos like a line someone else had drawn. I hated that I liked the way he looked in sleep. Hated that I’d memorized it.Then I shifted, slowly and carefully, easing out from under the blanket like I hadn’t just spent the night wrapped up in him. My feet hit the tile, cold as always. The air in his apartment never warmed, not even after. It stayed sharp, clinical, clean. Like him.The room still smelled like us. Like sweat, cigarettes, the sex neither of us admitted to wanting. It clung to my skin, soaked into th
ANDERI THE APARTMENT WAS silent except for the faint sound of my boots on the floor. No music, no chatter, just that heavy quiet that made the air thick and hard to breathe. I didn’t bother looking around. The bedroom door was cracked open, pale light spilling out like a lure. There, sprawled across the bed in my shirt again, was Jace. One sleeve rolled up, the shirt hanging off his shoulder just right—careless but damn sexy as hell. His eyes caught mine and that cocky smirk twisted his mouth. “Took your sweet time,” he said, voice low and sharp. “Thought you were not coming home.” Fuck that smirk. I shut the door and closed the distance, not wasting a second. His lips slammed against mine, rough and quick like he needed to prove something. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer, biting his lip hard enough to taste blood. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers dragging across my skin, fire igniting everywhere. I peeled his shirt off slow, memorizing every i
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