MasukChapter 2Hybrid’s PovShe took a seat two rows ahead of me and slightly to the left. Close enough that her scent kept pulling at both sides of me every time she shifted in her chair. I stared at the back of her head and tried to remember how to look normal.This was going to be a problem.I’d saved her life less than twelve hours ago. Now she was sitting in the same classroom, close enough that I could hear the slight change in her breathing when she glanced back at me once. She knew. Not what I was, maybe, but she knew I’d been the one in the alley. And I knew her scent well enough now that I’d be able to track her across the whole damn town if I wanted to.I didn’t want to.I told myself that more than once while the teacher started talking about syllabi and expectations and other things I wasn’t going to remember. The wolf side of me was restless, focused on her. The vampire side was quieter than usual, which was somehow worse. Both of them agreed on one thing: she was different.
Chapter 1 Hybrid’s PovThe hunger was already riding me hard by the time I caught the scent. I’d been tracking a rogue for three nights. It wasn’t fully vampire and it wasn’t fully wolf, It was something broken and starving that had been picking people off near the edge of town. I should have put it down the first night I found it, but hybrids like me don’t get to be careless. One wrong move and both sides of the bloodlines that already wanted me dead would have a perfect excuse to finish the job.So I waited. I watched. I followed the trail of half-drained bodies and torn-up alleyways until the thing finally got bold enough to hunt closer to the residential streets.That was when I smelled her.It cut through the usual stink of fear and blood the way clean air cuts through a storm, so warm and alive. Something about it settled the constant low-grade war inside me for half a second, long enough that I actually stopped walking. The wolf side of me lifted its head. The vampire side w
Chapter 6Cassian’s arm is heavy across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. His confession from last night is still replaying in my memory. He’s wanted me for months and something inside me twists hard. This softness, this open vulnerability, feels like a weakness I can’t afford. Not now. Not after everything.I shift carefully. He’s still inside me from last night, soft now, and the reminder of how rough we were against the stairwell sends a different kind of heat through me. Not the gentle, lingering kind. Something sharper. Hungrier. I need to erase this quiet tenderness before it settles too deep. I need something raw that reminds both of us this isn’t soft or careful.I slide out from under his arm as slowly as I can with sheets tangled around my legs, still damp in places from last night. My torn panties are in a heap on the floor near the foot of the bed. My black shoes are still by the door where I kicked them off earlier. I pick them up and slip them on. I
Chapter 5 Step Daddy’s PovThe first light of dawn comes through the curtains, making the room look very bright. I’m already dressed, standing by the door with my hand on the knob. The room still smells like lavender and sex, and the combination makes my chest hurt. Sable is still asleep, curled up tight in the spot where my arm was a few minutes ago. Her dark hair is spread across my pillow. For a second I want to get back in, wrap myself around her, and stay there.Instead I slip out and close the door quietly. I spend the whole day avoiding the house, running errands that don’t need to be done, working on things that can wait. Anything to stay away from the memory of her body under mine, the way she said my name, the feeling of her coming around me.When I finally get back that evening the house is too quiet. I find her in the kitchen, back to me, staring out the window over the sink. I can see the tension in her shoulders from across the room.“Where were you?” Her voice is flat
Chapter 4For a second he just stares at me, chest heaving, eyes dark. The cum on his stomach is still shiny in the low light from the bedside lamp. He pushes himself up, movements stiff and a little clumsy then he swings his legs over the side of the bed and his feet hit the floor with a soft sound. He doesn’t look at my face. His eyes stay on my bare breasts, then on my nipples as he slides off the bed and sinks to his knees on the worn rug. The position looks like he’s about to beg but his shoulders are still tight with defiance.I walk over to him and my heels sink into the carpet. I stop right in front of him, close enough that the edge of my skirt brushes his cheek. I can feel the heat coming off his skin and smell the sharp, salty scent of him so I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling his head back exposing his throat. I lean down so my lips are near his ear.“I heard when you were touching yourself” I whisper. “You imagined my tight, wet pussy wrapped aro
Chapter 4I pull back slowly with the strap-on still inside him, I watch his chest rise and fall with hard, uneven breaths. His eyes are closed. Sweat has gathered at his temples and is running down his neck, over the places where I left marks with my nails. The red emergency lights make the scratches look darker, almost permanent. I ease out of him carefully and his body shudders at the movement.“Get up,” I say. My voice comes out steady even though my hands are trembling a little. I unbuckle the harness and let it drop to the rubber floor. My legs feel shaky as I step away and reach for my leggings. The fabric sticks to my skin as I pull them on.Cole pushes himself up slowly, moving like everything hurts. He doesn’t look at me while he gathers the torn pieces of his tank top. “That was…” he starts, then stops. His throat moves as he swallows. “Unexpected.”I laugh, but it sounds empty even to me. “Didn’t expect me to fuck you back, did you?” I say bending down to grab my sports b
Chapter 3The music pulses through me. It’s a slow rhythm that gets me through my routine every time.My body moves seductively, every roll of my hips deliberate, every arch of my back calculated to tease. Jenny and Rufus, the married couple who sit close together on the velvet couch, their bodies
Chapter 3I should fight. But my body is on fire, my mind fogged with need. When his fingers pull free, I whimper at the loss, my hips lifting instinctively.The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass, the stretch immediate and burning. I was tense, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts
Chapter 3I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty.
Chapter 2 The air outside the academy is cold enough to bite, but Elliot is warm beside me, practically dragging me toward the waiting Uber he ordered before I even agreed to go out. That’s Elliot, always two steps ahead, always with glitter in his veins.We slide into the backseat together, and







