Kilian“You only just found out about this, Soren?” I asked.Soren shook his head in affirmation. He was standing on the other side of the mahogany table. I took a deep breath and looked over the paperwork for the Dark Claws Pack business.We existed in the shadows of wolf society, communicating sporadically with other packs across the country.Yet, at that moment, I had no patience to review those documents; my mind was entirely on Marius. Would he still insist on hiding in that forest? Or had he been caught by the wolves of the Delister Pack?“Alpha, he should be on his way. I did exactly as you asked—sent anonymous information to the Delister Pack about the whereabouts of the killer of the Alpha’s son. Even if he hesitates to come after her, he’ll see the wolves closing in on his hideout and will be forced to move,” Soren affirmed.I lifted my gaze to the dark-eyed male. He had a shaved head and piercings on his nose and lower lip. He wore a black trench coat, freshly returned.I e
Tristan turned me toward him, and I was suddenly met with those sharp, green, wicked eyes.My heart raced as he smirked to the side and motioned with his other hand, signaling Meg and the other male, Sebastian, to leave.Once I was alone with him in the hallway, fear and the insecurity he always stirred in me engulfed me. The wolf was only wearing a towel, his hand still gripping the back of my neck, showing me he intended to control my movements.“Not bad… you’re pretty,” he said, “but I don’t smell another male on you no mating scent. What was Marius doing with you all those months?” He asked, and I refused to answer that question again.I saw the malice in his eyes, and the disdain in his voice when he spoke of Marius.Who was he to despise Marius like that?His hand left the back of my neck and closed around my throat.“Answer me. I’m not very patient,” he commanded.“He didn’t force me to sleep with him. He’s not like the rest of you.”I wanted him to feel all the contempt I had
The male took a step toward me, and I instinctively backed away. Meg tried to dissuade him, gesturing frantically in ways I couldn’t understand. She seemed to be begging him to stay calm with her hands.The tall male shoved her aside, knocking her to the floor.I looked at Meg. Her expression was distressed and worried, and as she tried to get up, I raised a hand to stop her.“It’s alright. Stay there,” I said, afraid he would hurt her again.Seconds later, the male grabbed me by the throat, slamming me hard against the wall and pinning me there.His hand closed around my neck like steel, and I could see how much he was enjoying himself as he slowly choked me. To him, this was nothing but a sadistic game.“What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?” he said, his tone dripping with cruelty.I tried to pry his hand from my throat, struggling against him, but the wolf was far too strong. I thought I’d soon pass out if it continued like this.When my vision started to blur and my body stopped figh
I swallowed hard at the words of that she-wolf. I could see in her eyes that she truly believed what she was saying—but I wasn’t like her.“I’m Lena, and the one who’s been taking care of you is Meg. She’s a red wolf, which is why she doesn’t speak.”I glanced involuntarily at Meg, who lowered her gaze in shame.Oh, poor thing, I thought immediately. Red wolves were born with some kind of defect that even wolf genes couldn’t overcome, and in Meg’s case, it was that she couldn’t speak. But the scar on her face intrigued me, though I didn’t have time to dwell on it.“I don’t intend to stay here. I need to find a way out, but I don’t even know exactly where we are. That bastard hit me in the head a second time.”Lena brought a hand to her mouth and looked around as if she feared I might have somehow summoned Kilian. She turned, locked the door, and came toward me.“If you’re talking about Alpha Kilian, the one who brought you here, you must never speak of him like that, understand? And y
POV JANEWhen Kilian said that about Marius’ mother, I pictured him just an eight-year-old boy losing his mom. I imagined him alone—this time, completely alone. Marius had never really told me why he lived in isolation, but I could imagine what it must have been like growing up as the only black wolf in a normal pack.There had already been so many rumors about black wolves, about their bloody past, about the wars and rebellions they had caused.The king had forbidden them to reproduce because of their fierce nature—far more aggressive than normal wolves—their customs, and of course, the fact that no female wanted them… and the abductions of she-wolves.But somehow, Alpha Ikenon had gotten permission for Marius to live, though he lived in isolation—that much I knew.My heart ached for him, and suddenly I remembered the red eyes of the black wolf I had seen as a child.How could I have forgotten that?Oh… the glass jar had fallen on my head; I had even forgotten what I was doing in the
Kilian shouted in frustration, stamping his feet on the dirt road.He was wearing a black leather jacket, jeans, and brown boots. Due to the slow-aging genes of wolves, he didn’t seem older than 29.But I knew he had to be much older…That’s what happened when we transformed—our aging slowed dramatically.I still felt awful. My head throbbed with pain, but there was nothing left to throw up. When I looked at Kilian rubbing his feet on the dirt to clean them, I couldn’t help but smile.It was the least he deserved.He seemed to sense my laughter, because he looked at me at that exact moment and snorted.“Funny, vomiting on me, female?”“Messing up my kidnapper? You bet it is,” I replied, though my mouth tasted terrible and my throat burned.I felt so weak I had to hold onto the seat as dizziness threatened to make me fall forward.I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to stay awake.What was happening?Maybe a concussion? Quite possible.“I must have hit your head pretty hard, but