LOGINTRACYI woke up feeling like shit.The bitter copper taste coated my tongue, dragging my consciousness out of the suffocating black void. Beating back the heavy industrial sedative remained my only priority right now; if I let my eyes close again, the drugs would undoubtedly pull me under for good. Rain hammered violently against a massive wall of floor-to-ceiling glass, casting bruised, purple city lights across a strange, luxurious bedroom. This wasn't the packhouse.Heavy combat boots struck the hardwood floor in a relentless, predatory rhythm.Sean paced at the foot of the massive king bed. He still wore the ruined, blood-stained trousers of his tuxedo, his white shirt torn completely open to reveal his scarred chest. Tension radiated from his massive frame, thick enough to choke on.Pushing my palms against the mattress, I forced myself into a sitting position. The silk sheets pooled around my waist.Sean stopped dead. His silver eyes locked onto my face, burning with dark, untam
SEANConcrete blurred beneath my combat boots.To get her back, I had to break through solid steel. The heavy metal grate of the freight elevator scraped shut at the end of the flickering service corridor. The sharp, bitter scent of the chemical sedative burned my lungs, mixing with the unmistakable, sour tang of my mate’s pure terror. Freezing drafts whipped from the loading dock vents, chilling the sweat on my neck. I needed to reach that car before the gears locked and dragged her down into the dark."Take it down!" a panicked voice shouted from inside the shaft.Slamming my bare hands into the shrinking gap, steel bit deep into my palms.The heavy doors clamped shut against my forearms. Gears ground loudly, protesting the sudden blockage. To pry them apart, I pushed my muscles past the breaking point. Bone popped in my shoulders. Raw, feral adrenaline flooded my veins, burning away the pain entirely."He's in the doors!" the second kidnapper screamed. "Shoot him!"Metal groaned un
GONG.The deep, vibrating chime rattled straight up my spine, plunging the Silver Tower ballroom into absolute, pitch-black darkness.Finding Sean immediately in this chaos meant everything. The Midnight Eclipse ceremony demanded total silence from the elite guests, but the sudden absence of light made my skin crawl with freezing anticipation. I had to hold my ground. I needed to wait for him to return from the weapons check."Marcus?" Whispering into the dark, I reached my hand out toward the space where the massive guard had stood seconds ago."Right here, Luna." Marcus's low, gravelly voice vibrated just over my left shoulder. "Keep your back to the marble bar. Do not move.""How long does the eclipse last?""Five minutes." Cloth rustled as he shifted his stance. "The elders recite the blood oaths. Then the emergency generators kick in. Stay close."Someone bumped hard into my shoulder."Excuse me," a woman whispered sharply, her expensive perfume smelling like crushed roses and st
TRACYCamera flashes exploded like rapid artillery fire against the tinted glass doors of the Silver Tower.Surviving this political snake pit tonight meant keeping my spine perfectly straight, even as the traditional suppressant medicine burned a slow, toxic path through my veins. I had to smile. I needed to walk into that grand ballroom and prove to three hundred predatory elites that I wasn't just Chandler’s broken, dying human luggage.Sean’s massive hand flattened against the bare skin of my lower back.Heat radiated from his calloused palm, instantly chasing away the damp chill of the storm."Breathe." Sean murmured the command, his warm breath brushing the shell of my ear. "They are just politicians wearing expensive suits.""Politicians who want me dead." Adjusting the bodice of my black silk gown, I kept my eyes locked on the towering mahogany doors ahead. "If I don't establish my place tonight, they will tear your corporate portfolio apart. I have to hold my ground.""Let th
EANLightning flashed outside the tall arched windows of the grand drawing room.Protecting my territory meant I had to face every single threat before it reached my inner gates. Alpha Blackwood sat in the leather armchair across from me. He wore a dark wool coat, smelling strongly of whiskey. His thick beard was trimmed short, and his dark eyes gleamed with pure greed."You look distracted, Sean," Blackwood grunted, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "Word travels fast in the northern peaks. People are saying the great Alpha of the Northern Peak is losing his edge over a sick human.""Watch your tongue," I warned, keeping my posture entirely relaxed against the sofa cushions."I am just stating facts." Blackwood scoffed, flashing yellow teeth. "Your northern patrols are understaffed. Your borders are wide open. And you spent the last forty-eight hours playing nursemaid to Chandler Gaunt's discarded trash. Hand over Chandler's debt to my pack. Let us handle the south
TRACY"Tracy?" Sean stepped closer, his heavy brow furrowing. "What is it?"I opened my mouth to answer.Nothing came out.A deep, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen. The pain didn't build; it exploded. It radiated straight up my spine, paralyzing my vocal cords. The Lunar Decay. Without the AI finalizing the synthetic enzyme, the disease was completely free to ravage my body again.Dropping the laptop onto the duvet, I doubled over.A wet, metallic taste flooded my mouth.Pressing my hand to my lips, I coughed hard. A wet, tearing sound echoed in the quiet room. Pulling my trembling hand away, bright crimson blood coated my pale fingers. "Blood." Sean’s voice dropped an octave, the sound scraping against the walls."It's back," I gasped, clutching my stomach.The adrenaline completely abandoned my veins. The room spun wildly. Gravity pulled my heavy shoulders down, forcing me sideways onto the mattress.Sean lunged. He caught my head before it hit the mahogany headboard."Marcu
Morgan frowned the moment his gaze fell upon what I had ordered, his brows slowly knitting together as quiet disapproval settled into his expression. “Just vegetables?” he asked, his tone firm though not raised, carrying the natural authority he had always held. “There is barely any nourishment in
Tracy Xander’s POV After all these years, the man had not changed. He was still composed to the point of distance, dignified, restrained, and even more controlled than I remembered. Five years ago, when I visited my mother’s brother, Tim, within his quiet territory near the outskirts, I met a man
Tracy Xander’s POV Sam Zach had been two years ahead of me back when I was still in school, a name that carried weight even then, someone whose work people followed long before they ever met him in person. Years ago, when his company reached a point where progress stalled and nothing seemed to mo
Tracy Xander’s POV When I returned from the restroom, the meal was already coming to an end, the earlier warmth fading into the quiet sounds of departure as conversations softened and chairs scraped lightly against the floor, one after another, until the private room gradually emptied. I said my







