LOGIN“Bear me a son, and I will grant you freedom.” Those were the first words I spoke to her. Cold. Ruthless. Monster. I am Nikolai Kenji Ivanshov, Alpha of the Thornmoon Pack, feared, obeyed, and cursed to forget anything resembling love. I wasn’t made for softness. I wasn’t made for hope. I was born to rule… and to destroy the Vampire Lord who murdered my mother. Then Vena Ravensong appeared on my land, red-haired, trembling, and hiding secrets behind her pretty eyes. I took her in as my breeder. Nothing more. Vena… I did not come to the Thornmoon Pack willingly. I was sent by the vampire who owns my blood, ordered to gain Nikolai’s trust, to betray him… all to save my sister. Nikolai Ivanshov is no savior to me. He is just another powerful man who believes my body is his to claim, my future his to dictate. He wants an heir. I want to survive. I will bear his son, and in return, he will grant me my freedom. WARNING: This is a very dark romance novel and contains mature themes, you are warned.
View MoreVena.I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck.My head pounded painfully the moment I opened my eyes, and even the soft morning light filtering through the curtains felt too bright against them. A nauseating heaviness settled inside my stomach while my entire body felt weak and sluggish beneath the blankets.I groaned softly before pressing a hand against my forehead.What the hell happened last night?I couldn't remember anything and the more I tired, the more another sharp throb of pain shot through my head.“Oh…it hurts,” I muttered weakly. A knock sounded against my bedroom door before I could think further. “Come in,” I called out hoarsely.I forced myself upright carefully, though the movement immediately made dizziness sweep through me. By the time the door opened, I was barely sitting properly against the headboard.Miriam stepped inside carrying a glass of water in one hand and a small plastic pharmacy bag in the other.The moment she looked at me, she sighed deeply.
Nikolai.The office overlooked my pack territory.Floor to ceiling windows stretched across the far wall, giving a perfect view of Thornmoon below. Usually the view helped me think. Usually it reminded me exactly why every decision I made mattered.Today it did nothing.Because no matter how many reports sat open across my desk, my mind kept returning to one sentence.“You’re still as handsome as the first time I met you in House Rose.”I leaned back slowly in my chair, my jaw tightening as the memory replayed again.The words ‘..the first time I met you in House Rose’ bothered me most.As if she had seen me before and even worse in human lands.As if there had been another meeting long before the day I captured her and brought her back to my house.I stared out toward the skyline again, my thoughts growing darker the longer I sat with them. At first I had tried convincing myself Vena had simply been drunk and confused. Maybe she meant the day we met at the border in my land. Maybe sh
Nikolai.By the time I returned to the mansion that night, every muscle in my body ached.The sparring session with Ivan after work had been unnecessarily brutal, even by our standards. My shoulder throbbed faintly where he had slammed me against the training wall earlier, and the bruising along my ribs was already beginning to darken beneath my shirt. Normally neither of us held back much during training, but tonight there had been something sharper behind Ivan’s attacks.And I knew exactly why.But I didn't care, my mother’s death anniversary was in two days.I loosened the collar of my black shirt slightly as I stepped into the lobby, already preparing myself for the usual silence waiting inside the mansion.Instead, laughter echoed through the house.I stopped immediately.My brow furrowed as another sound followed it.Singing. Very bad singing actually.I glanced briefly at the time on my watch. The maids should have gone home nearly an hour ago, which meant there was only one pe
Vena.The garden barely resembled the place I had first stepped into more than a month ago.Back then the pathways had been swallowed by weeds, the flower beds choked with dying roots and overgrown vines. Now, even though there was still so much left unfinished, life had slowly begun returning to it. The stone paths were visible again, the trimmed hedges no longer looked wild, and flowers had begun blooming.It still was not perfect.But it was alive again.I stood near one of the restored flower beds, watering the white camellias carefully as the late evening sun filtered softly through the trees above. Their petals had finally started opening properly this week, and I could not stop the small smile that spread across my face as I looked at them.“You’re growing fast,” I murmured quietly to myself.The watering can felt heavier than usual in my hand. My body had been sore all morning, and the ache in my chest still had not completely faded. Even bending down repeatedly to pull weeds e
Vena.I didn't realize so much time had passed in the garden glasshouse. I had found some tools by accident.At the very back of the glasshouse, behind a row of tangled vines and a leaning wooden shelf, there was a small storage cabinet half hidden by overgrowth. It looked like it hadn’t been opened
Vena.The next time I opened my eyes, I thought I had died.I was back in my room in House Rose, the air was thick a metallic scent.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Then the pain hit.It was everywhere. Between my legs. Along my neck. My wrists. My thighs. My body felt split open, hollowed out and
Vena.I knew it was back to the past the moment I felt conscious again, because this was my first cage.Eight years had passed since then. And I was back to the night I had been sold.I sat very still on the edge of the bed, my hands folded in my lap like Madam Elara had drilled into us. My fingers
VenaI woke up with a sharp ache pressing behind my eyes.For a few long seconds, I did not move. I just lay there, staring at the pale strip of light cutting across the dark ceiling above me. Someone had opened the curtains while I slept. Only a small gap, just enough to let morning light in.My he
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