MasukRex. The heavy wooden door of the hallway clicked shut. The sound was small, but it felt like a bomb going off in the quiet room. I stared at the empty space where Debbie had just been standing. The air still held her scent. My chest tightened up. I could feel it in my heart. The connection that had been pulling toward her all night suddenly had gone cold and slack. Her emotions. I could feel it all. She was gone. She had walked away from me without saying a single word. "This is not good," Rain's voice broke the heavy silence. He dropped his head back against the cushion of his chair, staring up at me. "Yes," I muttered, my hands sinking deep into my pockets. My knuckles were white. "I know." Rain shook his head, his face twisting into a frown. "This shit... Debbie is not taking it too well. And you know, I don't blame her. You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect her to smile. Plus… You just told her you're the son of the villain who treated her so badly." "I know," I
Debbie The word hung in the air like a heavy weight. The Kingmaker. It had to do with me. The reason why he woke up after I had sex with him was because of the aura. It was me. Whatever energy inside of him that had died, was probably resurrected by my aura. Rex finally turned his head and looked directly at me. My breath caught in my throat. The ancient connection between us pulsed, a warm, tight string pulling at my chest, but right now, it felt terrifying. "Debbie," Rex called as he stepped away from the fireplace, taking two small steps toward me like he understood what I was thinking now. Or he heard my thoughts. His eyes were begging, filled with a deep, painful emotion. "I am so sorry. It is not like I wanted to use you. Yes... from the very beginning, I was selfish. I really was. When I found out that you were a kingmaker, I wanted you. Because you were my only hope. But I did not intend to hurt you. Never ever, ever." I didn't say anything. I just stared at him, my han
Debbie The silence between us grew thick. It felt heavy, like the air right before a thunderstorm. I looked at Rex. He was standing a few feet away, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. My mind instantly flashed back to just hours ago. The roar that made the earth shake. And then, I remembered the voice. Alicia’s voice inside my head, screaming that one word over and over again. Mate. Rex was my mate. Even now, with him this close, I could feel it right now. The ancient connection locked into place between us. A warm, pulling sensation in the center of my chest that drew me toward him. Rex looked down at his boots, clearing his throat. The raw, terrifying Alpha power he had shown at the palace was gone, replaced by a strange, quiet awkwardness between us. It was like he didn't know what to say. And I knew that he knew what I was thinking. He could probably feel the connection pulsing through the air just as clearly as I could. "Let's get you inside," Rex said. His voice was
Debbie. The cold night air hit my face the moment we stepped off the metal ramp of the jet. I breathed in deeply, expecting the usual scent of our world. I expected the heavy, sharp smell of pine, wet dirt, and the thick, suffocating musk of dozens of wolves marking their territory. But it wasn't there. The air smelled different. It smelled flat. Clean, but completely empty. There was no power in the wind. I wanted to ask where we were. But I didn't. And in that instant, I saw them. A small group of people stood at the bottom of the ramp. They were dressed in plain, dark suits. As we got closer, my nose twitched. I leaned in just a little bit, trying to catch their scent. Nothing. There was no wolf inside them. No hidden beast waiting behind their eyes. They smelled like sweet soap, coffee, and salt. They smelled completely like humans. "River?" I whispered, my fingers tightening on River’s arm. I looked around the dark, open airfield. "Who are they? Where are we?" "They are
Debbie. The high, sweet hum of the jet engines changed. The sound went lower, deeper, vibrating through the floorboards and right into my bones. My eyes fluttered open. The cabin light was dim and warm, washing over the leather seats. For a second, I forgot everything. I forgot the palace. I forgot the silver spears and the heavy smell of blood. Then I felt the soft wool blanket over my shoulders. I saw the dark sky outside the little window. The plane was going down. We were landing. "Debbie." A hand touched my shoulder. It was warm. So warm it made my skin tingle. I looked up and saw Rex. He was wearing fresh clothes now—a simple dark shirt and trousers that fit tight against his broad shoulders. His hair was a messy white that made him look like he came right out of the moon even though his eyes were tired. The orange glow in his irises was gone, replaced by the beautiful blue lights. He looked normal again. He looked like my Rex. "Hey," I murmured, my voice small and thick
Rex. I pushed the gas pedal down until it hit the floor. The car screamed as it flew down the narrow road, the trees turning into green ghosts in the dark. "We left her," Debbie whispered. Her voice was trembling, her eyes wide as she looked at the empty space in the back seat. "Rex, we left Chloe. We have to go back. We can’t just leave her with Black. He’ll kill her." I didn't slow down. My hands were tight on the wheel, my knuckles white. I didn't forget. I knew I left her. "I didn't bring her because she’s safer there," I said. My voice was deep, sounding different even to me—more solid, like heavy stone. "Safer?" Rain shouted from the front seat, his face red with anger. "How is she safer in that den of snakes?" "I took care of it," I said. I could still feel the echo of that voice in my mind. The Grand Alpha—the man I called Father—had spoken directly into my soul. The blood of an Alpha can heal. If he hadn't sent that thought, River would be cold and dead right now. I k
DebbieBreakfast was over, and to say the truth, I had barely gotten through it. Not with everything that had happened in that room with Rain.I somehow found myself anticipating the studio visit. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to see the paintings or because I wanted to be alone with him.
Debbie.“Oh yes… I—I do.”River had just put the tip in, just as he said, and he was.Now, thrusting it in and out of me—slowly, in a way that would make sure it didn't all go in.“Debbie, you’re so tight,” he whispered. “So damn tight.”The sight of what I was doing—the sheer realization of it—was
Rain.I was staring at Black, my mind heavy—heavy with the things I wanted to do to this stupid son of the Alpha.I didn’t want Black to take Debbie out of here, or out of my sight, and this was exactly the reason why I had suggested I buy her a house outside of this pack and stay there with her. B
Debbie.I stood there, startled. Rex had asked that I get out. He had shouted at me.It was unlike him.Should I go call Rain and River, tell them their brother wasn't well?Damn. My phone. My fucking phone. How do I call them when I had no phone in my possession?If he really wasn't well, then I s







