LOGINVinorca Jona POV"Good job, Bunny." Dante's words pulled me out of the trance I'd fallen into the moment I heard Finn Roth speak.Be careful with yourself.What did he mean by that? On the way here, confusion had tangled itself through my thoughts until I couldn't think straight. He really messed with my head. Was it a warning, or just another way to get inside my mind?"I'm talking to you, Vin." I looked up to find Dante watching me, his expression questioning.I opened my mouth. "What were you saying?" I'd heard him praise me, but everything after that had dissolved into white noise.He sighed. "Never mind. Just sit quietly on that sofa and stop distracting me."Did he really have to talk like that? "Not like I want to disturb you." Which was the truth.I dragged myself to the couch and sank into it, my head still a tangled mess. There was no way I wanted to talk about anything right now.Time crawled. Each minute stretched impossibly long, driving me toward the edge of my sanity. B
Vinorca Jona POVMy eyes narrowed as I looked toward the person who had called my name, and I was totally unable to recognize the man standing in front of me. His face didn't trigger anything. No memory. No familiarity. Nothing.How does this man know my name? Do I know him?It was all confusion, and I knew it showed plainly on my face. I was damn sure about that."Who?""Aren't you Vinorca?" he asked.I nodded, because sure, I was. But that wasn't the question here. Who was he? That was the part that mattered."I'm sorry, but do I know you?" Panic had already started creeping in, and now this man was only making it worse. My chest felt tight, my nerves stretched thin.I was in Dante's office building. How could there be someone here who knew me? Did Dante talk about me? No. That was nearly impossible. Dante didn’t talk about me. Not like that."You don't know the beta of your pack?" Disappointment crossed his face, sharp enough to catch me off guard.I froze. I had just been thinking
Vinorca Jona POV “Sit here, Vinorca.” He pointed to the sofa, then dropped into the oversized chair across the table, claiming it like a throne.I was still knotted up from whatever had just happened. My head throbbed, thoughts slipping and colliding, but I sank onto the cushion where he’d indicated. My body moved on its own, even while resentment coiled tight in my chest.My eyes stung, lids puffy and raw from all the tears. Beneath that ache, anger simmered, thick and unspent.This man had driven me right to the brink, twisting every nerve until clear thought felt impossible.The memory clung to me, refusing to fade. The heat of his cock, that unmistakable hardness pressed against my palms through the fabric of his pants.My fingers curled without permission, then froze. Disgust and shame surged through me in alternating waves. I hated that my body held onto the sensation long after my mind tried to shove it away.My heart still hammered, each beat loud enough that I swore he could
{This chapter is a Christmas special and has no connection to the main plot. Merry Christmas to all my sweetlings!}….“Bring me the dishes, Dante.” Vinorca was busy at the dining table, adjusting the runner and aligning the cutlery, her voice soft but purposeful as she called out to her husband.“Of course, Bunny.” Dante leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to the top of her head before heading toward the kitchen, the faint clink of crockery following him as he gathered the plates.It was Christmas. Their first as a married couple.They had celebrated before, countless times. As friends. As lovers. As fiancés. Those memories lingered warmly, layered with laughter, but this felt different. Heavier in the best way. Permanent. Theirs. Now, as husband and wife, the day carried a quiet intimacy that settled deep in the bones.The house glowed under soft fairy lights, red cherries woven along the walls and banister, their sheen catching every flicker. A medium-sized Christmas tree stood prou
Dante Scout POV“Leave my hand, Dante.” She stared hard, like the look alone might kill me. “I don’t want to be so close to the man who has this much filth inside him.”“My name sounds delicious on your tongue, Vin. Now you’ve even learned to say it without adding Alpha.” I drew her hand closer and pressed it against my crotch, hard beneath the fabric.The color drained from her face. Her eyes dropped to where her hand rested, then snapped back up. I was already fully hard.Not my fault. I warned her about cursing. That defiant spark in her eyes rubbed against every nerve I wanted rubbed, even when she refused to do it herself.“Dante, have some shame.” She struggled to pull free, but I tightened my grip and forced her hand to press harder.If I had been joking about cumming before, it stopped being a joke now. Every second edged it closer. “Baby, the thing you’re calling disgusting took a long tour of your mouth and throat, filled you all the way down.”She gasped, sharp and offended
Dante Scout POV“Not like I’m expecting some hardcore romance. I don’t love you either. It’s all hate from my side. Don’t forget how I lost my parents and became an orphan.” The words tore out of me, sharp and burning, my hands tightening around the steering wheel as anger crawled up my spine.How dare she say that when I was trying to be decent, trying to be someone I usually wasn’t. The irony tasted bitter. No matter how much venom she spat or how much I pretended to despise her, the Moon Goddess had already decided our fate. Bound. Tethered. Trapped together.And the worst part was the lie I kept feeding myself. I didn’t hate her. Not really. No matter how hard I forced the feeling, twisted it, dressed it up as resentment. The hatred belonged to her dead parents, a festering thing that bled through me and stained her name instead.“You are so corny,” she snapped. “Always making me remember, like I didn’t lose my parents in that same accident.”“That doesn’t change the fact that you







