BROOKSThe fallout from the wedding cancellation was everywhere like wildfire, unstoppable, consuming everything in its path. Every news station, every blog, every social media outlet was abuzz with the scandal. On the surface, the official story was simple: “unforeseen personal reasons” had derailed the much-anticipated wedding between Stephan Romano and Venita White.But in the supernatural world? The whispers told a different story.Stephan Romano, the heir to the Romano throne, the once-coveted bachelor, was bonded to his stepsister. A bond that broke every rule, every taboo, every boundary. A bond so vile that it stained the Romano name beyond repair.And the worst part? I was at the center of it all. The girl who was never meant to be more than a footnote in their family’s history was suddenly the headline.Everywhere I went, there were eyes. Whispers. Judgement. People I didn’t even know stared at me with contempt, curiosity, or a combination of both. Heck, I even got sever
ZADEAfter Stephan stormed out, the silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Blood, sweat, and betrayal hung in the air like a storm cloud.My chest was a furnace. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I knew was that I needed to get out of that room before I lost what little control I had left.“I need to go,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. My voice was hoarse, ragged.I turned for the door, but footsteps scrambled behind me.“Zade, wait.” Brooks’ voice cracked. Desperate.I froze. Every instinct screamed to keep walking, but my body betrayed me, my wolf tethered to the sound of her voice. Slowly, I turned.She stood there, clutching the sheets to her chest, her eyes red and wet. “Please… just let us talk. Please.”I clenched my jaw. My hands curled into fists at my sides, the need to both hold her and destroy her twisting me apart. “Fine,” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. “Let’s talk.”The words burned coming out.Her lips trembled as
ZADEAfter Stephan stormed out, the silence that followed felt heavier than the fight itself. Blood, sweat, and betrayal hung in the air like a storm cloud.My chest was a furnace. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I knew was that I needed to get out of that room before I lost what little control I had left.“I need to go,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. My voice was hoarse, ragged.I turned for the door, but footsteps scrambled behind me.“Zade, wait.” Brooks’ voice cracked. Desperate.I froze. Every instinct screamed to keep walking, but my body betrayed me, my wolf tethered to the sound of her voice. Slowly, I turned.She stood there, clutching the sheets to her chest, her eyes red and wet. “Please… just let us talk. Please.”I clenched my jaw. My hands curled into fists at my sides, the need to both hold her and destroy her twisting me apart. “Fine,” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. “Let’s talk.”The words burned coming out.Her lips trembled as
STEPHANThe moment I stepped into the mansion, her scent dragged through my chest like claws. I had been hunting her every damn second since the mate bond snapped into place, craving her like an addict. But this time… it wasn’t just her scent.It was the bond.And it was screaming filth at me.The second I crossed the threshold, I felt it, her moans vibrating in my skull, Heath’s grunts mingling with her sobs of pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing like a curse straight through the mate bond. I didn’t need to see it. My wolf forced it into me, every squelch of her dripping cunt as Heath slammed into her, every scream of his name when she broke apart around him. It was like I was being fucked through the bond while I stood there helpless.My hands shook. My vision blurred. Rage erupted so violently inside me that I thought I’d combust on the spot.I stormed up the stairs, each step a drumbeat of fury, until I kicked the bedroom door wide open.And there they were.Tangled
BROOKS“Oh… fuck!” I screamed. His mouth continued to move, hot, wet, relentless. His tongue dragged through my folds, plunging deep before flicking mercilessly over my clit. The second sound that ripped out of me was raw and feral, my head snapping back into the pillow as pleasure shot through every nerve.I was gone. Screaming his name. Thrashing. Clutching the sheets until my knuckles turned white while Heath devoured me like a man who had been starved of me his whole life.And fuck! I loved every second. Heath didn’t let up. If anything, he was more ravenous, more desperate. His tongue licked, thrust, circled, and I was writhing, losing myself completely. My thighs trembled against his shoulders, but he only shoved them wider, forcing me open for his mouth.A strangled moan tore out of me as I ground down onto his face, shameless, riding him like he was made for it. My hands fisted in his hair, tugging hard, keeping him buried against my soaked center. He groaned into me, th
BROOKSHis mouth devoured mine. Open, heated, consuming. Our tongues tangled, slick and hungry, and I couldn’t stop the moans spilling out between us. Every sound only seemed to fuel him more. His lips left mine only to drag down my jaw, my throat, sucking bruises into my skin like he wanted to brand me his in ways no one could erase.“I’ve always wanted you,” he muttered hoarsely between fevered kisses, his breath hot against my lips. “From the second you walked into my bar. Long before you became my fucking stepsister, Brooks, I wanted you. Needed you.”My back hit the wall with a thud, but I didn’t care. I gasped as he pressed his forehead against mine, voice a raw snarl.“I killed for you,” he growled. “Do you hear me? Killed. And I’ll do it again, over and over, for anyone who thinks they can take you from me.”The darkness in his words should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a wicked thrill straight to my core. My moan was breathless, reckless.“Yes…”He growled low in his