Mag-log in"You like what I do to you, darling? As much as you don't want it, your eyes show desire.” ****** Ethan wakes up to a naked man in his bed. Last night, this naked man was a stray. Ethan doesn't know what he's brought into his life, but as the stranger begins to unravel—showing his dark, mysterious side—he finds himself in a love that's forbidden. Alexander Grey, a cold Alpha who loses his memories, finds himself in human territory. Hunted down by his pack, Alexander creates an illusion of happiness with Ethan, even when he has sixty days left to turn feral. Their love is forbidden. An Alpha. A human. It’s war. Alexander isn't willing to let go, but if the pack gets to him first, he won’t even remember Ethan loved him at all.
view moreISABELLAThe world was chaos and fire and noise and I couldn’t think. I could only feel Kol pressed against me, his arms tight, his hands gripping the wheel, his body moving like a weapon, every inch of him burning with control and rage.I could feel his heartbeat, strong and fast, racing with mine and the bond screamed in my veins and pulled me to him and I couldn’t breathe.“Hold on,” he shouted over the gunfire, voice low and fierce, and I could feel the command in his body more than his words and I gripped his arm tighter, nails digging into him, praying I didn’t slip, praying we survived another second.I screamed when a bullet smashed against the metal of the car and it jolted, throwing us to the side, and I felt him tense, felt his jaw set, his teeth grinding, and he didn’t flinch, didn’t slow down, didn’t take his eyes off the road. He didn’t let go of me and I wanted to tell him I loved him and I wanted to tell him to be careful and I couldn’t and my chest ached from the bon
KOL“Then don’t be gentle,” she whispered and I felt it in my chest like fire burning through my veins and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning closer, pressing my forehead to hers and feeling her pulse hammering against me and her breath quick and shallow.I said, “I won’t be gentle” and she laughed softly, a shaky, short sound that made me ache in ways I didn’t know I could ache and she tilted her head, trying to look at me and I caught her hand in mine and held it against my chest and said, “Do you feel it?”“I feel it,” she murmured, voice trembling but clear, “it’s… too much”“I know,” I said, and the words came out rough, like I had swallowed fire, “I feel it too, and it’s all for you”Her lips curved slightly, a small, nervous smile, and I whispered, “Do you trust me?”She didn’t answer right away, just closed her eyes and leaned into me, and I could feel her shiver, her body softening against mine and I said, “Say it, Isabella”“I trust you,” she whispered, and it rolled throu
KOLThe night air cuts through my lungs the moment we step outside, but it isn’t the cold that bothers me. It’s the way Isabella sways slightly when she walks, like her legs haven’t yet learned how to carry the weight of what we’ve just done. Marking each other.I watch her from the corner of my eye, pretending I’m only making sure she doesn’t collapse, but the truth is far uglier. I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t stop feeling her. She’s threaded into me now, stitched into the places I’ve kept empty for centuries, and the closeness is almost painful.I unlock the car door and help her inside, though she tries to act like she doesn’t need me. She still trembles when our hands brush, and the sparks from the bond roll under her skin and slam straight into mine. My chest tightens, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. Marking her should have felt like breaking the world. Instead, it felt like coming home to something I never believed I deserved.When I shut the door and circle
ISABELLAKol’s fingers are still wrapped around Ylva’s throat when the world tilts beneath me, and I genuinely cannot tell if the dizziness is from the curse eating through my body or the shock of hearing the word mate fall from a witch’s mouth like it belongs to me and Kol. My skin feels too hot, as if someone set a fire inside my veins; the warmth crawls up my spine until my breath turns sharp, and I clutch the sheets because standing is impossible, speaking is difficult, and thinking clearly feels like an insult to whatever is happening inside me.Kol finally releases the witch and steps back with a glare that could tear worlds open. Ylva staggers but doesn’t run, and in that strange, careless witch way, she brushes dust off her robe as though almost being strangled is something that happens to her before breakfast.But I don’t care about her. I care about the look on Kol’s face when he turns toward me. There is something in his eyes I have never seen before, something raw and cra
ISABELLAThe car comes to a sharp halt. I don’t come down right away because my legs feel weak, heart tightening in my chest as I inhale deep breaths. Regal’s hand is still on me, heavy against my waist like weight. He doesn’t loosen his grip, not even when the driver comes around to open the doo
KOLThe ballroom smells like wine and sweat, the chandeliers catching on every diamond and polished shoes. I'm standing at a corner, blending with the shadows because that's exactly where I prefer to be. I don’t need to move to see everything. Regal moves enough for the both of us. He's loud and
KOLThe morning starts heavy. Not because there's tension in the air as I walk down the stairs, it's because Regal is in a good mood. When he's cheerful, he's never good. Cheerfulness means he's planning something cruel. And I don't want to be a part of it. I walk out to the car before Regal and
KOLRegal thinks he owns the world, but the truth is he doesn’t. He doesn’t even own himself. He sits at the top of his little empire, flashing suits and rings and teeth, but the power holding it together runs through me. I’m the one people follow. I’m the one they fear. Regal is a face, a name,






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