LOGINWhen her mother marries a billionaire, she’s dragged into a world she never asked for… private jets, elite academies, and a mansion that feels too big to breathe in. But nothing prepares her for him. Her new stepbrother. The school’s most dangerous playboy. The boy every girl wants… and every parent fears. The one person she must avoid if she wants her life to stay peaceful. But the moment their eyes meet, his gaze burns into her like a claim. At school, she tries to keep her distance. He pulls her closer. She hides from the rumors. He wraps an arm around her waist and whispers one word that changes everything: “Mate.” Suddenly, she’s the target of every jealous girl in the academy, trapped between school drama, a possessive stepbrother she can’t resist, and a bond she never believed existed. She only wanted a fresh start. Instead, she walked straight into the arms of the one boy she can never have… And the only boy who refuses to let her go.
View MoreThe Swiss Alps look like a postcard.Snow-capped mountains against impossibly blue sky. Villages that belong in fairy tales. Air so clean it almost hurts to breathe.Viktor's driver navigates winding roads with practiced ease while Lucian and I press our faces to the windows like children."It's beautiful," I whisper."It's quiet," Lucian says, and I hear the wonder in his voice.No sirens. No traffic. No reporters. Just mountains and sky and silence so complete it feels like a physical presence.The house appears around a curve. Stone and timber, three stories, perched on a hillside with views that steal my breath. Smoke curls from the chimney. Someone's prepared it for our arrival."This is ours?" I ask stupidly."For as long as you need it," the driver says in accented English. "Mr. Volkov's instructions. The house is yours."Inside, it's even better. Rustic but luxurious. Stone fireplace. Exposed beams. Windows everywhere flooding the space with light. And in the corner of the mai
Day thirty. The final day.I wake to Lucian already dressed, staring out the warehouse window at the sunrise."Couldn't sleep?" I ask."Didn't want to miss it. The last morning of this life." He turns to me. "Tomorrow we wake up in Switzerland. Different continent. Different existence.""Scared?""Terrified. Excited. Both." He sits on the edge of the bed. "What if we get there and realize we don't know how to just be together? Without crisis. Without something to fight.""Then we learn." I take his hand. "We've learned everything else. Why not this?"The bond pulses with shared anxiety and shared hope. Two sides of the same coin.At the facility for the last time, everything feels significant. The security guard who knows our names. The receptionist who always smiles. The hallway we've walked a hundred times."Last day," the guard says, nodding to us. "Heard you're heading somewhere quiet.""Switzerland," Lucian confirms."Good for you. You earned some peace." He waves us through. "Ta
Day twenty-eight. Three days left.The facility feels different knowing we're leaving. Every hallway, every testing room, every researcher…they're all part of a chapter that's closing."Final neurological scans today," Dr. Walsh says, attaching the familiar sensors. His hands are gentler than usual. "I'm going to miss you two.""You'll have the data," Lucian says."Data isn't the same as the people." Dr. Walsh pulls up screens showing our brain activity. "You know what's remarkable? Your patterns have stabilized completely. No more stress spikes. No more defensive responses. You're in perfect equilibrium.""We're healing," I say."You're healed," he corrects. "As healed as you can be while still carrying the scars. The bond will always remember the trauma. But it's not controlled by it anymore."I watch the synchronized patterns on his screen. Our brains firing in harmony. Our hearts beating together. Two people who've become something more."What happens to the research after we leav
Day twenty-six. The NPR interview airs at 7 PM.We listen from the warehouse, surrounded by our makeshift family. Mom drove down from the safe house. Harper and Brandon sit with laptops ready to monitor reactions. Even Viktor joins via video call from Moscow."Are you ready?" Mom asks, squeezing my hand."No," I admit. "But let's do it anyway."Ira Glass's voice fills the room. Familiar. Comforting. Then ours. Our story, distilled into fifty-three minutes of truth.Hearing my own voice describe the first time I saw Lucian is surreal. The attraction. The confusion. The immediate, undeniable pull."I thought I was losing my mind," my recorded voice says. "Because you don't meet your stepbrother and feel like the universe just shifted. That's not normal.""But for mate bonds, it is normal," Ira responds gently. "That's what the science shows.""That's what the science shows," I confirm. "But knowing that doesn't make it easier to accept."Lucian's hand finds mine as we listen to him desc












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