FAZER LOGIN~EMBER My legs gave out completely as I sank onto the edge of his velvet divan, burying my face in my trembling palms.I was a catastrophic mess.My hands were shaking so violently that my nails dug painfully into my own temples, a desperate, physical attempt to ground myself while my entire reality spun out of control.Gray didn't push me away. He didn't scoff at my unraveled state or treat me with a cold, authoritative distance. He simply stepped closer, his presence a silent, anchoring force in the dim room as he waited for the storm inside me to find its words.And then, I began to pour it all out.The words spilled from my throat in a raw, frantic torrent, laced with devastating, breathless gasps that made my chest ache.I narrated everything.I told him about the midnight hours days ago, about how I had spent the night pacing my room in a prison of my own guilt, only to hear those muffled, ecstatic sounds of pure sex and deep groans bleeding through Amaris’s door. I described t
~EMBER The silver wicker basket slipped from my fingers, the freshly cut midnight lilies spilling across the damp grass like scattered bone fragments.I didn't care.I couldn't move.My feet felt as though they had been fused directly into the black soil of the sacred valley, my entire body paralyzed as the heavy, rhythmic thuds of my father’s combat boots faded into the distance.He was carrying her. He was holding my dying best friend flush against his massive chest, his arms locked around her with a fierce, unyielding protectiveness that looked less like an Alpha hosting a pack guest and more like a dominant beast defending his most prized possession.And he hadn't just held her against his rigid alpha chest, he had torn her clothes, exposing her defenseless body, her bare breasts pouring out completely.And the flowers. Oh god, the flowers.I stared down at the patch of earth surrounding the stone bench, my chest heaving in sharp, ragged gasps as my mind violently fractured. Just
~VARG The morning air within the stone fortress was quiet, the heavy scent of wax and old masonry hanging over the long corridors as the pack workers moved in methodical shifts. I had spent the earlier hours reviewing the border watch rotations, ensuring the perimeter guards were executing their duties without a single lapse in vigilance. Afterward, I walked the western wing, casually observing the servants setting up the grand hall for the upcoming seasonal councils.To the rest of the pack, I was simply the almighty Alpha executing a routine inspection of his estate. But beneath that stoic, unyielding mantle of authority, my inner beast was a coiled wire of restless, volatile aggression.Every breath I took carried the phantom memory of the midnight hours…the raw, desperate whimpers of my mate as I broke through her fragile defenses, deepening my cock in her pussy, and the terrifying weight of her weightless, decaying body pinned beneath mine.I had spent days trying to hold my mon
~AmarisThe annual Gathering of the Luna’s Flowers was a tradition as old as the foundations of the Iron-Howl Pack. It was one of the few occasions where the heavy, militaristic atmosphere of the fortress softened, yielding to a rare, delicate celebration of our heritage.Normally, Ember would have spent the previous evening fussing over her wardrobe, picking out the perfect pastel lace gown and matching ribbons to play her role as the pack’s royal princess to perfection. But this morning, even from beneath my heavy duvet, I could hear her quiet, hesitant movements in the corridor.I lay perfectly still, my bold eyes staring blankly out the grand window at the mist-covered mountains. Every dawn that broke and every fall of the night simply felt like a slow, agonizing crawl closer to my grave. The Silver Decay was a constant, ticking clock in my chest lines, and after the chaotic whiplash of the past few days, my sanctuary felt smaller than ever.My door pushed open softly, and Ember s
~EMBERThe scrape of the silver spatula against the cast-iron skillet was the only thing anchoring me to the waking world.It was early morning, and the massive kitchen of the Iron-Howl Pack house was dead silent, save for the crackle of butter melting over the fire. The pack maids had tried to take the utensils from my hands when I walked down at dawn, bowing their heads in submission and begging to prepare the morning trays, but I had dismissively waved them out. I needed the heat of the stove. I needed the physical distraction of cracking eggs and slicing fresh bread. I needed anything, absolutely anything, to keep my mind from entirely fracturing beneath the weight of the ghost that had been haunting my skull since midnight.But the kitchen walls offered no sanctuary. The memory of what I had witnessed last night hovered through my mind like a choking, toxic smog.Every time I closed my eyes, the dark, suffocating corridor flashed behind my eyelids. I could still feel the cold, ro
~EMBERThe metallic rasp of the sapphire nail file against my fingernail was the only sound cutting through the oppressive quiet of my bedroom. I sat cross-legged on the plush velvet vanity stool, my dressing table covered in an array of glass bottles, cuticle oils, and pastel polishes. To anyone looking through the door, I probably looked like the same old Ember Lowell…the spoiled, extravagant, pampered princess of the Iron-Howl Pack, obsessing over her appearance and drowning herself in superficial vanities.But it was all a lie.A fragile, plastic mask I was desperately forcing onto my face just to keep from shattering into a million jagged pieces.Several days had passed since that catastrophic Saturday morning in the dining room. Several days since the pack nurse had shattered my world with three agonizing words: weeks to months. The diagnosis report of the Silver Decay had settled behind my chest like a block of jagged, freezing ice. It laid there painfully, an immovable, heavy
~AmarisI had control over nothing…not the heat rushing between my thighs. Not the slick dripping out of my pussy. Not the desire simmering underneath my skin that left me gasping for breath.And definitely not the man who held me against the wall like I was a feather, watching me burn in his stare
~EMBER The heavy wood of my bedroom door slammed shut, the vibration rattling the glass vanity jars across the room. I hurled my designer heels furiously across the room, watching them thud heavily against the mattress alongside my discarded silk purse. “Finally!” I muttered, the word tasting lik
~AMARIS The blatant greed in his tone made my stomach twist into a hard knot of panic. Before I could call out to anyone nearby, he yanked me forward again, dragging me past the open doorway where Ember had passed through with those two massive Alphas flanking her. As we walked down the hallway,
~AmarisHeat rose between my thighs every second I subconsciously took one step back, his gaze burning into my eyes. Sharp as a sword.With the intimidating edges of his face that left me wondering if he was here to fuck me, or watch me suffer.For a second, my gaze dropped to his chest before I c







