LOGIN“After we escaped your deadly father, the White Alpha and his hounds, I’m not dying out here because of your terrible tracking.”Nora collapsed against a tree, shaking. I'm the best….. Cade responded but was cut off“Cade, I swear to God, if you say you’re the ‘best tracker’ one more time, I’m pushing you into the snow.”Nora’s voice cracked through the freezing air.Cade stopped, breath shaking in front of him. “I didn’t say I’m the best tracker. I said I’m pretty good.”“You said ‘the best in our whole school,’” Nora shot back. “And we’ve been walking in circles for an hour.”Cade glared at the empty white field like it personally offended him. “Well… Alpha Silas covers his tracks. He probably does that wolf ninja thing—”“Mm-hm.” Nora raised a brow. “And you do the getting-us-lost thing.”Cade wanted to argue, but his leg throbbed again — the same leg that barely survived the lodge collapse. He tried to hide the limp. Didn’t work.Nora noticed.“You should stop,” she said softly.
The cave where the Mothlin wolves lived wasn’t far now—maybe ten minutes—but Silas had gone tense like a hunting hound catching a scent.His breath fogged hard in the air.“Someone’s following,” Silas growled.Noah blinked. “Wait—another wolf? From your pack?”Silas didn’t answer. He turned, spine rolling, wolf rising under his skin. His eyes flashed gold.“Come out,” he commanded—voice so deep the snow itself shivered.Silence.Silas’s canines lengthened.“I won’t warn you again.”A figure stepped out from behind a pine tree.Viktor.His hair was wild, snow clinging to his lashes, chest rising fast like he’d been running. He held his hands up immediately.“Alpha—please—don’t shift,” Viktor begged. “I—I didn’t mean—”Silas had him by the throat in a heartbeat.Noah flinched as Viktor was slammed against the trunk, snow shaking loose from the branches above.“Viktor,” Silas said quietly, dangerously, “you make killing you so easy.”Viktor choked. “Alpha—please—I wasn’t—”“I said I’d d
The first thing Silas saw when he opened his eyes was him.Noah. Curled on his side on the thin mattress, wrists chained above him, hair a mess across the pillow. And somehow—somehow—sleeping like a damn baby.Not like someone who had been stolen from his pack. Not like someone who had fought him last night with teeth and nails. Not like someone Silas had pinned down and—Silas clenched his jaw.His wolf whispered inside him, voice low and certain:Mate.Silas swallowed hard. “Don’t start,” he muttered under his breath.But the wolf pushed again.He’s ours.Silas's wolf whispered low in his head, the voice rough and insistent. Mate. Ours. He slept like a baby because he knows he's safe with us.Silas pushed it down. He'd woken up an hour ago, staring at Noah, wondering if his wolf was full of shit. During the attack, when he'd grabbed Noah, his wolf had howled it loud: Mate. Ours. Take him. And then it had said Noah was connected to the mothlin wolves, that he could help save t
“Nora, stop pacing like a damn fool,” Bluntie snapped in her head, the wolf’s voice rough and tired, like an old aunt who’d seen too much shit. “You’re wearing a hole in the rug. And you’re making me dizzy.”Nora’s boots scuffed the same five feet of hallway rug for the hundredth time “I’m not blaming you,” Bluntie said, softer now. “I miss Noah too. He’s out there without us, wolf-less, because I’m stuck with the older twin. That’s on me. But sitting here beating yourself up ain’t helping. Get off your ass and do something.”Bluntie. That’s what Nora had named her wolf years ago, after the first time the damn thing called her a “delicate little flower” during training. Bluntie never sugar-coated anything, and right now she was pacing like a caged animal, claws scraping at the inside of Nora’s ribs.Nora bit her thumbnail harder, tasting blood. “What? What can I do? Noah’s gone, Cade’s a mess, and I was too busy grief-fucking Liv in the bathroom to even notice.”Bluntie growled low.
“Shit—fuck—my legs—!”Cade hissed through clenched teeth as he swung his legs off the bed, the splints creaking like old wood. The pain shot up his spine like lightning, hot and sharp, making his vision blur for a second. He grabbed the nightstand to steady himself, knocking over a glass of water that shattered on the hardwood floor.The room reeked of dried blood and antiseptic. The pine walls made it worse, like winter was mocking him. His sheets were damp with sweat, sticking to his skin. He’d refused to let anyone change them for two days.He hadn’t let anyone in at all.Not his grandmother, crying outside the door.Not Aunt Denise, begging him to eat.Not the doctor, who’d yelled through the keyhole that the fever was getting worse.Cade didn’t care.All he could think about was Noah.Noah’s screams echoing in the trees.Noah’s blue eyes wide with terror as they dragged him away.Noah’s body going limp in Silas’s arms.His wolf was pacing inside him, growling low, but weak from
“Silas, talk to me. You’re bleeding on the floor.”Noah’s voice cut through the haze.Silas was on his knees, chain wrapped four times around his wrist, the iron ring bolted to the wall creaking with every shake of his body.His forehead was pressed to the cold wood, breath coming in ragged growls.Blood dripped from his mouth where he kept biting his tongue to stay sane.“Stay back,” he rasped. “Don’t—”“I’m not a fucking dog,” Noah snapped. “Look at me.”Silas lifted his head.His eyes were pure gold, pupils blown wide, face slick with sweat even in the freezing cabin.Noah’s stomach flipped.Anger and something that felt way too much like pity punched him in the chest.“You’re in full rut,” Noah said. “You’re shaking so bad the chain’s gonna snap your wrist.”Silas laughed, wet and broken. “Better my wrist than you.”Noah crawled closer on the cot, blanket slipping off his shoulders.“Listen to me, you big idiot. I have an offer.”Silas growled, low and warning.Noah ignored it. “T
He growled—a raw, guttural sound of relief, his hand flying to her hair. His hips jerked forward as if his body couldn’t help it, shoving deeper into her throat.Her lips stretched wide around him, drool spilling as she gagged. She worked her tongue along his thick dick, sucking harder every time
Francesa woke up sore between her thighs. She stretched, yawned loud like a cat, and mumbled in Spanish,“Dios mío… ese vampiro tiene una pinga gigante…”She rubbed her eyes, remembering every filthy second from last night. The way he bent her over, the way he bit her, the way his cock didn’t stop.
Susan Moreau didn’t look back.Not at the garden.Not at the guesthouse.Not at the drenched bedsheets she’d left tangled in the memory of Keiran’s hands.She boarded the plane with trembling fingers and a heart that thudded against her ribs like it still remembered how he fucked her in the shower…
Her blood hit his tongue and Elijah lost control. His hand ripped her uniform open, buttons flying. Her tits spilled free, dark nipples hard and begging. He latched onto one, sucking like a beast, blood smearing down his lips.Francesa arched, moaning loud, shameless.“¡Ay coño! You no gentle, papi







