Alpha Draven didn’t come to save her. He came to punish her. Liora Hale spent five years hiding in the human world, trying to forget the pain she was born into. Raised by a foster family who treated her like filth, she endured years of cruelty until the day they threw her out like garbage, bloody and broken in the street. That’s when Draven found her. Her former stepbrother. Now the cold-hearted Alpha of a ruthless biker pack. He didn’t come out of love. He didn’t come out of guilt. He came because someone had to pay, and she was all that was left. To him, she’s a ghost of everything he lost. A name tied to betrayal. And yet… he doesn’t kill her. He keeps her. In his world. In his darkness. In his hell. Liora Hale should have run. She should have hated him. But she stayed, because going back to Dawson’s would’ve been worse. At least with Draven, in all his fury and coldness, she had a reason to breathe, to endure, to live. But will Liora survive the Alpha who swore to break her, or choose the one who offers the freedom she’s never known? And when every buried truth comes to light, will Draven finally see her as his mate, before it’s too late?
view moreHis grip tightened, and I gasped, chest rising sharply as his fingers tangled in my hair like he meant to rip out the memories along with the strands. Not from shock. Not just from pain.It was the way it hurt, like he knew exactly how to twist the knife without drawing blood. The ache wasn’t just in my scalp. It was in my chest. My ribs. Somewhere deep I couldn't reach.His breath grazed my skin. His scent, cedar smoke, hit me. And his eyes…Those eyes didn’t just look at me. They burned through me.“I’ll never forgive him,” he said, voice rough and cracked. “And I’ll never forgive you.”He leaned in close, the heat of his breath brushing my lips. I saw the scar slicing through the stubble on his cheek, the way his jaw ticked like he was chewing on broken glass.“You’ll carry his sins,” he whispered, soft but seething. “Until they break you.”“I’m not him,” I said, voice shaking. “You punish me like I am, but I’m not.”His fingers released my hair. Then he shoved me. Not hard enough
I stood frozen in place. He didn’t come to save me. He came to punish me.I should have run. I should have begged him to explain. But instead, the only thing I clung to was the truth I’d carried for five years , the one that had burned under my skin every time I closed my eyes and thought of him.“I thought you felt it too,” I whispered.Draven didn’t move. Didn’t blink. His jaw twitched once.“I thought…” My voice cracked. “I thought you knew we were mates. I felt it five years ago.”His face twisted. Not in confusion but in disgust.“You fantasized about your stepbrother?” he said, his voice hard, cold. “That’s what this is? You’re still clinging to some forbidden crush like we’re kids?”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The heat that rushed to my face wasn’t from embarrassment.It was from shame. From the way the pack stared behind him. From the way the woman by the fire looked through me, like I was dirty. Like I didn’t belong.His pack were listening but he didn’t care.“Y
I couldn’t speak. The sound of the rain, the roar of the bikes still rumbling behind him, the distant barking of a dog in someone’s yard, everything faded beneath the weight of his voice as he stepped into view.Five years. Five whole years without seeing his face, and yet the moment his helmet hit the wet pavement and his eyes met mine, I knew. No one else had those eyes. Blue as ice, fierce as fire, watching me like I was both a ghost and a threat.My knees hit the cold pavement fully now, and I gasped as pain exploded in my side. My ribs. Something had cracked, maybe broken. I couldn’t tell anymore. My whole body throbbed. But I didn’t care. He was here.My ex-stepbrother. My forbidden memory.He looked down at me without moving, his tall frame casting a shadow even in the dim yellow glow of the streetlights. His black jacket clung to his chest, rain trailing off the leather, and his jaw was harder, sharper, sculpted like it had been carved by war itself. This wasn’t the boy I used
LIORA’S POINT OF VIEWMy name is Liora Hale. Daughter of Alaric Hale, once the powerful Beta of the Blessed Moon Pack.Or maybe I should say was. Because that title, that blood in my veins, that entire world? It doesn’t mean a damn thing here.Not in this place. Not where I’ve been hiding for the past five years, pretending I’m human. Pretending I belong.I was sixteen the day my father left me.I still remember the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw locked like he was chewing on something sharp and bitter.Then he looked at me. Just once. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead.“This is just for now, sweetheart,” he said, voice tight with something he wasn’t saying. “I’ll come back for you when it’s safe. I swear it.”And then he was gone.I stood on that broken sidewalk until the fog swallowed his taillights. I didn’t cry. Not then. I kept whispering that he had a reason. That he wouldn’t leave unless he had no choice.I believed him and I waited.
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