No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth… He would always find me. Knock. Knock. I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest. Just as I was saying... He had found me. But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist. I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate. *** Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they lived. But all her hopes were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men. Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve. All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life. *** TRIGGER WARNING! This is a dark romance novel, which might contain some unsettling themes rated 18+. It is everything dark and forbidden. Please, be guided.
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"Wait... Please... Stop... I can't..."
That fucking unforgettable voice has been stuck in my head for eight goddamn months, constantly haunting the walls of my skull.
She was so weak that she could barely keep up with the bargain we made.
Pathetic.
And even after her incompetence, she had the nerve to steal from me.
If I ever find her again in this lifetime, hell, even in the next, I’ll make sure she regrets every single breath she took after stealing from me. She’ll wish she'd never taken what wasn’t hers.
I don’t care if it takes months or years. I’ll make her regret that night until her last breath.
I’ve always hated that miserable excuse of a town. I heard the people there were nothing but bottom-feeders... thieves, addicts, liars, and abusers. And just the first time I and Kyrie set foot in there, we got hit.
While I was robbed of my expensive Rolex watch, which could buy the entire wretched town, Kyrie had his common sense and his heart stolen by the same woman I'd give anything to see kneeling before me and begging for mercy while I decided her fate.
The good thing here is, the girl, who appeared to be around twenty or thereabout, was putting on a mask the night I and Kyrie both stuck our cocks into her.
She thought it made her mysterious. But, no. It didn’t. It only made her predictable. I’ve dealt with her type too many times. The only difference is, she got lucky.
Kyrie had her bent over the hotel mattress, one hand tangled in her hair, while the other gripped her hip like he was trying to brand her with his fingers. He was groaning like she was something special... It was almost like he’d never fucked a girl who trembled and begged before.
I stood beside them, my cock in hand, watching the way her body shook under him. Her moans were strangled by exhaustion. Her thighs kept trying to close.
She was already trembling and falling apart when I hadn’t even touched her yet.
Barley half way into the fun we had planned for the night, her mask slipped off just for a second. And in that one second, I’d memorized every fucking detail of her face – high cheekbones, parted plump lips, with deep, blue eyes full of something close to regret. That look people get when they realize they went too far and can’t crawl back.
She quickly yanked the mask back on.
She'd hoped I hadn't seen anything, and I also gave her the impression that she was right.
I met her eyes when she looked at me with panic. I closed mine, let out a breathy moan, and pretended I didn’t notice a thing.
If only she knew.
Now, I remember her face like it was burned into me and this places me at an advantage over Kyrie, because, the moment I set my eyes on her, I'd kill her without even blinking, and he might even be one of my spectators without realizing I'd just killed his beloved enchantress.
Kyrie hardly ever falls in love. Hell, he had only fallen in love once in his life. When he loves, it’s all-consuming and reckless. The kind of love that could kill him. And he’s already dying inside from the one girl who I'd do anything to kill.
Well, for both our sakes, I hope this was mere infatuation or hunger for her tight little pussy. Perhaps he didn't get enough that night. I hope it wasn't actual love. Because this could be the only thing that would rip us apart.
I knew there were gold diggers everywhere. But I always hate it when they have their way. Just like the one my father had fallen for, who was from the same shitty town full of thieves.
At age fifty-eight, he still acted like some love-struck teen with a midlife hard-on. Still blinded by love. And in two days, like a true fool, he was letting her drag him to the alter... A woman he just met three months ago.
Fuck.
It’s pathetic watching a man with that much life experience get played by someone who probably can’t spell the word ‘loyalty.’
I tried to stop him but the old fool went on and on about how she kept him happy and alive and gave him a new purpose in life.
And the icing on the cake?
She fucking had a daughter!
They were both here, ready to feed off his last name, our wealth, and my inheritance.
And since I couldn't stop the wedding, I'd have to keep a close eye on them.
I wiped the blood off my gloves with a strip of cloth I pulled from the dead man’s shirt. It didn’t matter that it stained red; I wasn’t planning to keep it.
"Clear," I said into the comms.
"Copy. East hall secured," came Kyrie’s calm voice.
I stepped over the body, motioning to Kian and Voss to fan out and check the corners. Kian, my demolitions expert, had his rifle tucked tight to his shoulder, while his eyes swept every dark crevice. Voss, the one I call a silent ghost of a man, vanished into a hallway like the shadow he was.
This was the third facility in two months... Another warehouse masking itself behind a false corporation.
We were the retribution people never saw coming.
"Target confirmed in the lower east wing," Kyrie murmured through the comm. "He’s trying to escape."
"Take the exit routes," I told Voss and Kian. "Kyrie, flush him. Keep him running. I want to see the look in his eyes when he realizes he’s trapped."
I turned the corner and passed another room with bodies sprawled out.
I liked this part. The way we dismantled human garbage without chaos or sympathy.
It wasn’t the blood that did it for me. Or the way they screamed. God, No. Because It was always like watching a movie with the sound off.
What satisfied some twisted part of me, was the accuracy. The stillness in the moment before the strike. The godlike control. The way each takedown feels like a small correction to the universe – one I was too weak to make back then when I was only thirteen.
The way we carved sin from the world cleanly, like surgeons... It made me feel like something more than a man. And less.
We don’t just eliminate threats. We rewrite the rules. And somewhere deep inside, it feels like I’m undoing that night – the fire, her screams, my hesitation. One monster at a time.
That fire had painted something permanent inside me... It was like a fucking itch I still hadn’t scratched.
"He’s cornered," Kyrie said.
Perfect.
I entered the stairwell and descended. As I opened the steel door to the lower level, the scum we were after came into view, backpedaling like a rat. He had blood on his shirt and he was breathing hard.
He turned and stopped the moment he saw me.
Realization washed him clean. "Please..." he began. But I shot him in the leg before he finished, and he crumpled to the floor.
Kyrie stood behind him, chewing gum with that same lazy confidence he always wore effortlessly. Black tactical shirt tight against his frame, rifle in hand, and a smile barely touching his lips. That same smile he wore before he beat a man until his knuckles cracked open last month.
I approached the man slowly as he pathetically tried to crawl backward.
"No names," I said quietly. "No deals. You traffic children. You die."
"I didn’t know...!"
I kicked his face in. Twice. Maybe three times. But hard enough to knock teeth out and shatter his jaw. The satisfying crunch of cartilage and blood splatter across my boots.
I stopped when he stopped making noise.
"Check for documents," I said. "Hard drives. Any backup servers. Burn everything else."
"On it," Kyrie replied, hopping on it already.
I stood over the body. The man wasn’t moving.
Good.
I opened my phone, snapped a picture of the corpse, and sent it to one of our anonymous drop boxes… Another piece of filth wiped from the earth.
"The world doesn’t need people like you," I muttered.
But the truth?
It needed people like me.
Because I enjoyed this.
And that fucking terrified me.
Kyrie returned. "You sure you’re good?"
"Yeah."
He paused, looking down at the body. "He was probably someone’s dad."
"Then someone should’ve raised him better."
EVE.When I ran into Cole this afternoon, my heart almost blew a hole in my chest. For a split second, I thought he was Saint. My brain has been rewired to think that Saint is everywhere. That's what fear does. It gets under your skin until you can't tell the difference between madness and sanity.It's pathetic how quickly fear becomes a habit.Seeing Cole was like finding a life raft. The connection we made that first day in school turned out to be a blessing to me now, because he was the only thing keeping me afloat at the moment. I didn't give him a chance to start one of his meandering conversations; I grabbed his arm, muttered something that probably sounded like a bad excuse, and pulled him with me. We didn't stop walking until we were out of Saint's neighbourhood.And when I told him about my intention to run away, at first, he was scared of even getting involved in such a plan. I saw the way his mouth pressed into a thin line, like he was tasting the risk before swallowing it.
SAINT.Karashi collapsed between us like a discarded rag, Twitching and soaked in spit, cum, and sweat.No soul left behind her eyes. Just that hollow, disconnected stare sluts wear when their minds shut down and leave their bodies behind.I pulled out without ceremony, wiped my cock with the napkin from the table, then dropped it beside her like it was trash.And I was disappointed to say that this whole show did nothing to quench the black hunger still writhing in my gut like it hadn't even started to feed.I might as well let my control snap already. Probably apologise to Kester in my head for ever judging him for fucking his stepsister... Although I'd never go the extra mile of ever accepting my stepsister as a mate, even if the moon goddess were to drop down from heaven and put a knife to my throat.If I ever fuck Eve—and I will—it won't be because I love her. I don't do love. I don't believe in that goddamn fiction.It'll be because I'm dying.And only her pussy can put my demon
KYRIE.I rolled out of bed, and thankfully, Jessa was still sound asleep.I grabbed my keys off the nightstand and slipped out of the house like it was a goddamn crime scene. My hands were shaking so bad I nearly dropped the keys twice. My entire body was trembling.While I couldn't stop thinking about why the hell I would dream of Saint and me... tag-teaming his stepsister of all people, whom he had taken to be a responsibility no one assigned to him, I couldn't help but feel the fire in my balls. And the worst part? Some deranged part of me wished it were real.It wasn't even one of those vague, blurry dreams you forget the second you wake up. No. This one stuck. This was a fantasy. Filthy. Violent. Addictive.I don't dream often. And when I do? I wake up, roll my eyes, and move on. But this one fucking clung. It left me with a hard-on and guilt in my chest like I had already committed the sin.My plan was simple: head to the office, patch things up with Saint Rollins — the emotiona
KYRIE'S DREAM.KYRIE.I walked into Saint's room but stopped abruptly when I saw Saint, stark naked, sitting on the couch.And guess who the fuck I saw with him?Eve.She was also naked. But... She looked like one who was in distress.Saint had her perched on his lap, her bare thighs splayed open across his. He lifted her, hooked his hands under her knees, and left her legs wide open."Care to join us, brother?" Saint asked with a smirk and fuck dreams... I didn't even ask questions. The next thing I saw, I had eagerly undressed, anticipation running through my veins.Eve's hands clutched Saint's forearms, her nails biting into skin she couldn't dent. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, lips parted in gasping sobs.Fuck. I was loosing it. Her cunt was so wet and small. She screamed when Saint lifted her and slammed her down, shoving his monstrous cock into her ass hole."You feel it, don't you?" Saint growled. His teeth grazed her neck. "You feel how tight you are for me. How your
SAINT.I hadn't been able to do anything productive all day, except jerking off in the bathroom with just one image in my head.Since that lustful night with that bitch, concentration had become a joke to me. Even the sound of my pen scratching paper pissed me off.It was 6 PM.And yeah. I know I should be heading home now. But going back there? That was a fucking trap. If I saw her again, I wasn't sure I wouldn't tear her apart, limb from limb or mouth to pussy, I didn't even know.My cock was rabid. That thing had a mind of its own now, pulling at my restraint like some feral bastard and demanding something it knew so well I'd never give.I had jerked off on my fist until my cock became sore. But it was never enough to quench the hunger Eve had stirred in me.By the time we returned home, she was totally wasted and still out.And guess who had to clean her up?Me.I changed her four damn times. Had to wash her thighs, wipe between her legs, adjust her limbs. She kept sliding in and
EVE.My emotions were all over the place, swinging so violently I could barely keep up with them.At first, I was shocked to see Kyrie at home. I swear, I didn't expect he'd be home. The second his hand grabbed me and dragged me inside, my heart nearly punched out of my chest.Then, my shock bled into fear fast. One moment we were talking about Irene, the next he was looking at me like I was the last puzzle piece he'd been hunting for.Why the hell was he asking me if we'd ever met before?And what the hell did he mean about my moans sounding familiar? I never made a sound like that around him… did I?Saint had warned me to stay away from Kyrie. Obviously, this was what Saint was trying to prevent... Kyrie was way too smart and observant.He was the kind of predator that didn't need to chase because you'd eventually walk right into his jaws. If I let my guard down around him, even for a second, he'd figure me out before I could come up with a believable lie. And once that happened...
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