The clothes fit perfectly. I tugged at the hem of the black, off-the-shoulder top and ran my hands down the dark jeans that hugged my hips like they were stitched with my measurements in mind. The fabric was soft but snug, sleek without being suffocating. I hated how good it looked. Across the room, Nova twirled in front of the mirror, her burgundy blouse catching the light with each spin, paired with slim-fit pants and ankle boots that gave her just enough edge to give anyone stupid a reminder not to mess with her. I tilted my head, reluctantly impressed they were casual while still giving the air of being fancy. "Okay," I muttered, inspecting my reflection, "I hate that they got the sizes right." Nova beamed. “Speak for yourself. I look hot.” I smirked, but my mind was already drifting. Because we didn’t look like prisoners anymore. Or fugitives. We looked… like two girls about to attend a fancy dinner. With three absurdly attractive alphas. I narrowed my eyes and
It had been hours since we were locked in the room.We’d checked immediately, of course. Pushed on the windows, tested the hinges. Nothing worked. The windows didn’t budge, and the walls, smooth, thick, and pulsing faintly with magic, were definitely werewolf-proof.So yeah. We were stuck. No way out. No choice but to wait.And in that time, we’d tried to make use of what we had. A nap, first. Our bodies had practically demanded it, collapsing into the plush mattress like it was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. I don’t even remember falling asleep, just the deep, aching pull of exhaustion and the sharp relief of real warmth for the first time in hours.The bathroom was next, gleaming, pristine, with a waterfall shower that poured hot water in endless supply. I must’ve stood under that stream for an hour, maybe longer, letting it wash away the blood, the dirt, the fear. Nova had hummed the entire time she was in there, and I didn’t even complain. I got it. This was the most peace
GreysonI can’t believe this is happening. After years, literal, agonisingly soul-crushing years of searching for our mate, she just… waltzes into our home. Not for sanctuary, not with an offering or a message. No. She came to steal from us.And gods, she was beautiful.I can still see her wild green eyes, narrowed in defiance even while tied to a chair. That mane of flaming hair I already want to bury my hands in, twist it, tug it, feel her melt against me, while I......Fuck. I need to focus.She broke into our home, easily I might add, and almost ended Asher’s bloodline. Okay… that part was kind of funny. The way he doubled over when she kneed him? Priceless.But still, she was dangerous. Smart. And a threat to everything we’ve built.I draw boththe guys into my office; thankfully, it is on the other side of the house, far away from the soul-consuming scent that was still messing with my head. I shut the door behind us and let the heavy and uncertain silence settle.How the hell am
The Price of SurvivalThe door slams shut behind them, and I hear their footsteps fade down the hall.My wolf howls in my mind, wild and desperate, mates, mates, mates—like she’s ready to tear through steel just to get to them. I grit my teeth and push her back, cutting off our connection. I need to think, actually think, without her primal urges screaming over every other emotion.For a moment, there’s silence.Then Nova turns to me slowly, eyebrows nearly climbing off her forehead. “What the fuck just happened?” she says, voice pitched high like she’s glitching. “Did you just say…? Did they just…? Whaaaat?”If it weren’t for how serious our situation was, I’d have laughed at the look on her face—eyes wide, mouth slightly open, like she’d just watched a unicorn in spandex twerk before us.“They’re my mates,” I croak, voice thin and dry.And just like that, my thoughts explode.Oh my goddess, what are we going to do? We can’t stay here. My mates are so hot. It’s dangerous. So. Fucking
Mate!!I didn’t have an answer to her question, but we didn’t have to wait long to find out.A loud slam echoes through the cells as the main door swings open, and four fierce-looking wolves step inside. Their expressions are unreadable, their movements efficient as they surround our cages.Before I can think to fight, the locks click open, and rough hands grab us, dragging us out of the cells and up the stairs.The shift from dark, damp confinement to the brightness of the main house is almost blinding; I must have been out for hours if it was this bright already.Now that I can fully see the house, I realize just how massive and elegant this place is. Polished floors gleam under the warm lighting, intricate carvings and heavy wooden accents adding a sense of old money.This wasn’t just a house. It was the home of someone obviously powerful.My stomach churns. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?They lead us straight into the office. The same one I had stolen the papers from
One Last Job"Are we really going to do this?" Nova asks, her voice low as we both stare at the monstrous house looming before us.I grind my teeth. This was supposed to be in and out. That absolute fucker. Silas made it sound so simple, but the kind of people who lived in a place like this? They weren’t just anyone.This job is bad. I know it in my gut.But I don’t have a choice.Tomorrow morning, we’re out of here. I’ll miss Deja Brew, miss the semi-normal life I managed to carve out, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.I glance down at the video feed on Nova’s laptop. She had hacked into their security system with ease, her fingers flying over the keyboard like it was child’s play."Looks like there are guards at every entrance," she mutters. "And cameras in every hallway. Whoever lives here is paranoid as hell."I exhale sharply.Silas knew exactly what he was throwing me into.And now, I have to figure out how to make it out alive.“I can avoid the guards just fine. You got