FAZER LOGINKatlynThe mug of warm tea slipped right out of my hands, shattering against the hardwood floor of my bedroom.I didn't even hear the glass break. I couldn't.Out of nowhere, a very terrible, overwhelming sensation of impending doom slammed directly into my body like a freight train. It was so intense, that my knees buckled, sending me crashing down onto the floor right next to the spilled tea. I clutched my shirt, my fingernails digging desperately through the fabric into my skin as a sharp, excruciating physical ache blossomed in the center of my chest.It wasn't a metaphor. It wasn't just anxiety. It was an agonizing, hollow pain—a painful tear deep inside my soul, burning like white-hot iron.*Lukas.*I couldn't draw air into my lungs. Every breath felt like inhaling shattered glass as the fifty miles of highway stretching between me and his estate suddenly felt like an impossible, unmanageable canyon.My entire body screamed with a primal, desperate instinct that something was t
LukasThe suffocating smell of damp pine and rot hung thick in the freezing midnight air, but it didn't do a damn thing to cool the burning inferno raging in my veins.For seven straight days, I had played the quiet businessman, drowning in corporate damage control while a bloodthirsty monster ran loose in my territory. But I didn't get to where I am by playing defense. I tracked the bastard down to a quiet, isolated patch of woods right on the border of our territories—a place where no human eyes, no cameras, and no pack law could interfere with what needed to be done.I stepped into the moonlit clearing, my heavy boots crushing the frosted grass beneath my feet. Standing thirty feet away, leaning casually against the trunk of a massive pine with his arms crossed over his chest, was Rafael.The air around us turned instantly to ice, thick with the crushing, suffocating weight of two Alpha presence clashing against one another."Lukas," Rafael purred, his voice dripping with smooth,
Katlyn Days bled into an agonizing, endless week, yet the mystery of the twelve bodies remained totally unsolved.The media was in a rabid frenzy, constant news alerts flashing graphics of yellow police tape and dark forests, but law enforcement was running in circles. There was no physical evidence, no rogue fur, no DNA, nothing to definitively link the mysterious beast to the crime scene. Yet the silent accusation hung over our heads like a heavy executioner’s axe, waiting to drop.I watched from the doorway of his massive study as Lukas buried himself in mountains of corporate paperwork and pack administration. He barely slept. He barely ate. For seven straight days, he sat behind his heavy mahogany desk, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, obsessively scanning legal documents, security logs, and financial records, desperately searching for an exit strategy to protect his name, his company, and his people from the fallout of the frame-up.Strangely, through all the crushing st
KatlynThe next day, the morning sun offered no warmth as I sat rigidly in the passenger seat of Lukas’s sleek black sedan. The silence between us was heavy, thick, and very much suffocating.I glanced sideways at him, watching the unyielding line of his jaw. Usually, a car ride with Lukas was a battlefield of witty banter, infuriating smirks, and relentless, arrogant teasing that never failed to send my blood pressure soaring. I used to pray for quiet—I used to think there was nothing I wanted more than for him to leave me alone and act like a normal, distant boss.Now, having gotten exactly what I wished for, the quiet was torturous.He hadn't said more than three words to me since we stepped out of the estate. No clever retorts, no sharp side-glances, no teasing comments about my outfit or my attitude. He treated me with a polished, freezing politeness that felt like a slap in the face. The playful spark in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by a wall of ice. And as much as
Katlyn The sad, distant smile Lukas gave me before walking away left me with a sense of disappointment in myself.I stood frozen on the edge of the stone porch, the chilly night wind whipping my hair wildly across my face, but I barely even felt the bitter cold biting at my skin.My eyes were glued to the exact spot where Lukas was standing in the shadows near the tree line. That smile… it wasn’t from the arrogant, smirking billionaire boss I was so used to dealing with. It was a look that made my stomach do a violent, painful flip.He was intentionally staying away from me. He was standing thirty yards away in the dark because he had seen the paralyzing terror in my eyes when his beast took over, and he was keeping his distance so he wouldn’t scare me any further.And the worst part was that I had caused it. My own panic had driven him into the dark.I stood on the cold porch, clutching my arms tightly as several severely injured guards were carried past me toward the medical wing.
I couldn’t just let her leave it like this.Not tonight.Frustrated, I followed her upstairs to her bedroom door, my jaw clenched so tightly that a sharp ache shot into my temple. My long strides easily devoured the hallway as my mind raced with a million questions. I wanted to demand to know why she kept building these walls higher every single day, why she couldn’t just let me hold her. I reached my arm toward the dark wooden door, my knuckles curling into a fist, ready to pound against it.But just as I reached out to knock, my hand began to shake violently.A sudden tremor rippled through my fingers. My muscles locked as a wave of unnatural heat surged through my veins. The skin stretched painfully across my knuckles, and a low, involuntary growl vibrated in the back of my throat.My wolf was clawing at my ribs.Frantic.Starving.Its sanity was slipping because the unsealed mark on Katlyn’s neck was pushing the beast inside me into a corner.I forced my trembling hand back down,
Katlyn I practically fell through the front door, my four-inch heels clutched in one trembling hand as I leaned against the mahogany wood to catch my breath. My lungs burned, and my heart felt like it was trying to kick its way out of my ribs.This isn't real, I chanted to myself, my mind spinning
Lukas, 29I smelled it before I even saw her.Fuck.I smelled her, the intoxicating scent of cedarwood, vanilla, and something sharp, like a thunderstorm brewing over the Swiss Alps. It was the scent of a being I had been searching for through a decade of agony.Warm, sweet, alive and mine.Mine.T
Katlyn I stepped into the elevator at exactly 8:00 PM. My heart was thundering harder than any pulse I’d ever written for a hero, and I was praying, pleading with the universe—that he either hadn't seen the drive or was too busy to open it.Heaven knows I would not survive the look on his face aft
Katlyn “Reject it!”I didn’t even look up from the tablet. I paused, then continued.“It’s a collaboration request from—”“Reject it.”I inhaled slowly through my nose, already feeling the headache brewing behind my eyes. “Sir, this is the third partnership proposal from the textile conglomerate in







