LOGINRule 1: Never strip for your stepbrother. Rule 2: Don’t fall for him while you’re doing it. I broke both rules before I even knew his name. Xavier Knight doesn’t chase. He hunts — and once he set his sights on something he wants, he owns it, claims it, ruins it. I was supposed to be a stranger to him. A masked girl on a stage, dancing for a stranger’s money to save my family from drowning in debt. Then he became my stepbrother. And now every time he looks at me across the dinner table, I swear he’s still looking for the girl underneath the mask. Rule 3, the one I never wrote down: don’t let him find her. Because Xavier Knight doesn’t leave his prey standing. He destroys it. And God help me — I think I’m starting to want him to.
View More🌸VIOLET🌸The Knight Estate looked even bigger in daylight than it had the night of that first dinner, all pale stone and towering windows, and I stood in the entrance hall with my duffel bag cutting into my shoulder, trying to understand how three days of paperwork and one signature had turned into moving in before the wedding had even happened."I know this is sudden." Marcus Knight met us at the door himself, the way he had that first night, his voice warm in a way that still caught me off guard given everything I'd heard whispered about this family in the pack. "I wanted you settled before the wedding chaos starts. No sense in you three living out of boxes for another month, not when there's this much space sitting empty.""Thank you, Marcus." My mother's voice carried real relief, and I hated how much that relief made it hard to argue with him standing right there in front of us.He crouched slightly to meet my sister's eyes, his tone gentling in a way I hadn't expected from a m
♣️XAVIER♣️I walked through my own front door bare-chested, blood dried tight down my forearms and across my knuckles, and the guards posted along the hall straightened at the sight of me the way they always did. Their eyes flicking to the blood and then away again fast, trained well enough not to ask questions.Dorian was waiting near the stairs, and he looked me up and down once, unbothered by any of it. "You look like hell.""You should see the other twelve." I smirked."I'd rather not." He fell into step beside me, easy and familiar, the way we'd walked beside each other since we were boys sparring in this same house before either of us understood what any of it would cost us. "Both of them are locked in the east room.""Both of them?""I told you. I wasn't sure which one was actually her under that mask, so I had my men take the two dancers who matched the build and hair color you gave me. One of them is Angela or something like that." He glanced sideways at me. "I didn't want to
♣️XAVIER♣️I stood at the edge of the forest with my warriors around me, and none of us spoke, because there was nothing left to say before a hunt like this one.Twelve prisoners tonight. The ones who had crossed into our territory and killed three of our men doing it. I had waited for this moment.The horn sounded and I heard them run, their boots crashing through the brush, breathing already ragged with fear. My men spread out around me, moving the way I had trained them to move, quiet, patient, pushing the prisoners deeper into the trees instead of chasing them down all at once.I found the first one crouched behind a fallen log, shaking so hard I could hear the branches rattle above his head."You crossed our border." I crouched in front of him. "You killed three of my men doing it.""Please." His voice broke on the word. "I have a family. I have—""So did the men you killed." I didn't feel anything when I said it, not rage, not satisfaction either, just the flat certainty of a de
🌸VIOLET🌸The club didn't open for another two hours, but Marisol had texted me to come early, and I hadn't argued, because sitting alone in my room replaying dinner at the Knight estate over and over was worse than anything waiting for me here.“Where's Denny?” I asked. Our manager wasn't the type to be absent from the club."Denny's been hiding from creditors all week.” Marisol replied. "You look like you saw a ghost." She was sitting on the edge of the counter backstage, peeling an orange with her thumbnail, when I dropped into the chair beside her."Worse.""Worse than a ghost. Okay." She pulled a slice free and held it out to me without looking up. "Eat something. Before you spill."I took it because refusing would have started a conversation I didn't have the energy for yet, and chewed slowly while I tried to figure out how to say the rest of it out loud.I had been turning it over since I woke up, the two of them sitting side by side in my head like they belonged together even






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