LOGINAnd he found hers. The girl who sat in the dark, praying she wasn’t broken. The woman who walked into the woods and never walked back out the same. Kalmin thrust again, deeper this time, as if drawn forward by something he didn’t understand. Nuri clung to him, her body trembling, her mind overwhelmed but open—so open. Thoughts weren’t separate anymore. Neither were memories. They shared everything. Nuri saw Kalmin’s childhood, his first shift, the moment he’d realized his omega blood didn’t make him weaker—just lonelier. She saw the moment he’d taken the fall for Ellery, not to protect a friend, but to keep his pack from tearing itself apart. Kalmin felt her first dream of the wolf. The way her body had rebelled against her own biology, the fear that she’d never be enough. He felt Tempest’s first howl, alone and unheard, echoing through their body in a cage of flesh that had never quite belonged to her. The rage when she’d realized she wasn’t only different—she was alone. And Rian
Not just beneath the surface—but through her. And Nuri didn’t resist. She opened.Kalmin froze above her, his chest heaving, his eyes wide. And Nuri saw it in him—saw Rian rise behind his eyes, not to dominate, not to fight—but to merge.Nuri gasped as his hips rocked against hers, their bodies alre
The night held its breath.Outside their window, the forest was alive in its quiet way—leaves rustled high in the trees, branches creaked as animals slipped past unseen, and the moon cast a silver wash over the world. It should have felt peaceful.But peace wasn’t what lingered in the air.Something
Ellery sneered. “You’re just a human girl playing wolf.”“No,” Nuri said, eyes like twin storms. “I’m the one holding the leash now.”A murmur rose from the crowd—this time louder. Angrier.“That’s the part you never expected to matter, isn’t it?” she continued. “You thought your bloodline—your plac
The morning air had teeth. It sank into skin like a warning, cold and sharp, coiling tight in every breath. Nuri stood at the top of the packhouse steps, the wind tugging at her hair, unmoved by it. Below, wolves gathered—clustered, quiet, but restless. No one spoke. No one asked why they’d been sum
Kalmin didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Didn’t dare breathe.Then her hand fisted in the front of his shirt and yanked him down—and she kissed him.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet.It was violent.Her mouth crashed into his like a weapon, like she meant to bruise him with her lips and tear him open with
After several moments, she stepped out of the shower, quickly drying off, the towel slipping from her shoulders as she made her way to the wardrobe across the room. She paused when her eyes caught a flash of white—a dress hanging there, untouched.A white dress hanging in her wardrobe caught her eye
The silence in Nuri’s room was deafening. It pressed against her ears like a physical force, heavy and unyielding. She sat curled in the farthest corner, knees pulled tight to her chest, her back pressed against the cold, unforgiving stone wall. The fire in the hearth had long since burned low, the
Kalmin’s laughter stopped abruptly. His expression hardened as his eyes locked onto hers, anger returning with a vengeance. His lips flattened into a hard line, his face cold and unreadable. "What is that supposed to mean?"'It means we aren't your toy. You don’t get to play with us, and keep us aro
Nuri had barely slept. The night had stretched on in a blur of restless tossing and turning, tangled in sweat-damp sheets and a spiral of thoughts that refused to leave. Every time her eyes fluttered shut, Peter’s face appeared—bright, alive, unsuspecting. The memory of him flashed over and over in







