FAZER LOGINHASSAN
I could command an army without hesitation, but one woman’s answer had become the only thing I couldn’t control.The grand armory in the subterranean wing of the estate was silent, save for the rhythmic metallic scrape of my sharpening stone against a silver-steel blade.The scent of gun oil, polished leather, and cold stone surrounded me, but my mind was miles away, locked on the third floor where Katniss was currently preparing for our wedding."Boss, you're going toKATNISSI had once died as an Alpha’s wife. Today, I became one again.The grand reception hall was a loud, glittering sea of obsidian banners, silver lanterns, and hundreds of celebrating guests. Music thrummed off the stone walls as the united packs drank, toasted, and cheered.In my previous life, my wedding reception had felt like a suffocating parade where I was the main exhibit. Damien had paraded me around like a prize pony, ensuring everyone knew I was his subordinate.Now, standing at the center of the upper gallery, I looked down at the exact same high-society faces."You're drifting, Kat," Elara said softly, stepping beside me with two glasses of sparkling wine. "And your jaw is clenched so tight you're going to crack a tooth.""I'm fine," I replied, taking a glass and letting the cold liquid cool my burning throat. "Just... processing.""You're allowed to breathe, you know," Elara teased, nudging my shoulder gently. "You actually pul
HASSANI had signed a contract with Katniss Ashbourne. I had never expected to stand before her wanting to give her everything the contract could never demand.The central hall of the Blackthorn fortress was bathed in the warm amber glow of flickering torches and silver chandeliers. Banners of dark obsidian and silver crests hung from the stone pillars, framing the crowded room.Members of both packs sat in the carved wooden pews, Ashbourne nobles on the left, my Blackthorn warriors on the right."Everything is locked down, Alpha," Beta Kael muttered, leaning into my shoulder as we stood near the raised marble altar. "Perimeter sweeps are clear. If anyone twitches the wrong way during the vows, my enforcers will put them down quietly.""Keep it discreet, Kael," I rumbled softly, adjusting my dark ceremonial cuffs. "I don't want a single blade drawn in front of her."Gareth stood nearby, quietly reviewing the legal registry documents with the High Council prie
HASSANI had prepared myself to lose Katniss. I hadn’t prepared myself for her to choose me.The sun had barely crept over the frost-covered peaks of the Northern Ridge when I walked down the deserted stone corridor leading to the private conservatory. The estate was dead quiet, save for the faint hum of security drones sweeping the outer courtyard.I was fully dressed in my dark ceremonial dress suit, the silver obsidian crest of the Blackthorn pack pinned tightly over my heart. Every muscle in my broad frame was locked like iron, my stomach churning with a cold, suffocating dread.I pushed open the frosted glass doors.Katniss was standing near the center fountain, framed by blooming winter orchids. She wore her completed wedding gown, a breathtaking masterpiece of structured black silk and silver-tech embroidery that hugged her form with lethal elegance. Her dark hair was swept up, leaving the delicate, bare line of her neck exposed.My breath co
HASSANI could command an army without hesitation, but one woman’s answer had become the only thing I couldn’t control.The grand armory in the subterranean wing of the estate was silent, save for the rhythmic metallic scrape of my sharpening stone against a silver-steel blade. The scent of gun oil, polished leather, and cold stone surrounded me, but my mind was miles away, locked on the third floor where Katniss was currently preparing for our wedding."Boss, you're going to grind that dagger into dust if you press any harder," Kael said, leaning his broad frame against an weapons rack with a smirk."The edge is uneven," I rumbled, not breaking my rhythm, my dark gray eyes fixed entirely on the gleaming metal."The edge is sharp enough to split a hair in midair," Gareth chimed in, walking down the stone steps while reviewing a stack of ceremony logistics on his tablet. "You've been down here for three hours, Alpha. The tailors are waiting upstairs to perfor
HASSANTomorrow, Katniss would become my wife, and I had never wanted anything more—or feared wanting something more.The strategic command office was quiet, save for the hum of the monitors displaying security feeds around the estate perimeter. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, holding a crystal glass of bourbon I hadn't touched in twenty minutes.Outside, snow dusted the dark pine needles, casting a pale glow over the courtyard where Katniss had walked earlier.My fated mate.The words burned in my chest like a brand. I had known the truth from the exact second she stepped into my study with a handwritten contract and fire in her eyes. My inner beast had roared in recognition, recognizing her soul instantly. Yet, every single day since then, I had forced myself to play the role of a cold, pragmatic warlord. I kept my hands to myself. I respected every boundary she drew around her heart.Because if I pushed her, if I tried to claim what
KATNISSTomorrow, I would become Hassan Blackthorn’s wife. Somehow, that frightened me less than the thought of what I was beginning to feel.The private fitting salon was quiet, illuminated only by the warm amber glow of the marble fireplace. White silk, obsidian embellishments, and gold-trimmed invitations were stacked neatly on the vanity table. The formal ceremony was less than twelve hours away, and the entire territory was holding its breath."Hold still, Kat," Elara muttered, carefully pinning up the lace train of my rehearsal gown. "If you keep pacing like a caged beast, I'm going to stick you with one of these needles.""I can't sit still, Elara," I shot back, rubbing my temples as I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. "Everything is moving too damn fast. The Council press feeds, the border security deployments... it's a total circus.""It's a wedding," Elara corrected softly, stepping back to hand me a glass of iced water. "And







