登入JADEI was never good with serving two masters at a time. But I’m not the same girl I was three years ago. Now, I can sit with my chin high and hold my stepbrother’s gaze, while clinging to my husband’s arm like he's all that matters to me in the world. The look on Knight’s face is pure gold. The rebranded Jade would kill for it anytime, any day. My estranged stepbrother is too starstruck to say a word. Soren saves the moment. He pulls me with him until we're standing face to face with Knight and his blond ice queen. It pricks me that the sight of Camille Graves still sends a dagger through my heart. I’m married to a better man, why should I care about her perched on my stepbrother's arm?Her eyes wide in recognition. “What is your human stepsister doing here?” she demands in a whisper loud enough to reach my ears. Human stepsister. The words send a chill down my spine, bringing with them a reminder of my current reality. The fact that I stand in the midst of werewolves, creatur
Knight’s POVIt’s been three years since my stepsister was kidnapped right from under our very noses.Three years since I last saw her. Since I smelt her. Since I touched her. Since I claimed that body that belonged to me. Since I rejected her…I’ve lived every day since then in regret and longing. A yearning that ate deep into my being and corrupted its function. I should have told her the truth. Maybe things would have worked out? Or maybe…I should have stayed away from Jade the moment I knew who she was. It was that night I walked into a bar and heard it loud and clear. MATE. The night my wolf howled the loudest for the touch of a woman. The night a charming redhead snapped the mate bond in place with an unexpected kiss that sent me reeling.I've wondered about the Moon Goddess’ sick sense of humor ever since. Setting me up in a fated mate bond with my human stepsister. Making me crazy about her at first sight. Making me go mad for her scent. Then letting her get snatched up and
Jade's POV Knight devours me with a hunger that terrifies and lights me on fire. It's nothing like I've ever felt. It's raw. It's hot. It's demanding. I moan into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine, electrifying my nerve ends. It's mind-numbing good until he rips his mouth away and lasers me with those brown eyes. My mouth goes dry as I watch him with half-lidded eyes. My nipples pebble under his hot gaze, heart about to explode from beating so hard and fast. Did I do something wrong? “I-I’m..”“Fuck, Jade.” He leans into my neck and draws a deep sniff. My heart swoops into my stomach. “You smell so good.” His wet lips move lightly across my earlobe, sending nasty shivers racing through my veins. “I want to eat you right here.”His breath lingers on my neck for a moment or two. “But I probably shouldn't, hmm?” His fingers tighten around my throat. Squeezing hard enough to cut my airflow. But God…I love it. My body tingles as he leans in for another kiss. I meet him with
Jade's POV Twenty minutes later, we’re at the pristine Morningstar Villa. And I'm drunk as fuck. My bodyguard offers to help me to the door but I shoo him away. I stumble out of the car with my heart in my hands, bloody and ripped to shreds. I crash into the front door as soon as I reach it. Then I lift my hands and pound on the metal surface. “Hello! Anybody home?!”Silence. It feels like ages already. I pound hard again. “Helloooo! Hiii—” The door swings open just as I lean in for another pound. And I fall face forward into the house. “Oh, damn,” I groan as I roll onto my back, spreading my arms and legs eagle-style. The eyes looking down at me knock the breath out of me. Deep, mocking brown orbs glistening from behind a pair of square glasses. “Jade, are you drunk?” I frown at the hot nerd that stands there in nothing but low-waist pants, staring down at me. He’s everything fantasy with a face and body sculpted like a Norseman’s. Drop-dead sexy.“I know you, don't I?”He
Jade's POV It was just one kiss. One drunken kiss that altered my ability to think and ruined what's left of my sour reputation. All in less than twenty four hours. I kissed a stranger in a bar the previous night because my boyfriend dared me to. And just as my poor luck goes, I find pictures of that short but toe-curling kiss scattered all over a large screen on the 64th Morningstar charity gala cruise ship, the very next evening. The cold air rushing in from the sea slaps a thousand goosebumps on my skin. The music on the ship is no longer pulsing at a high vibration, and the wind carries malignant whispers to me. “Did you do this on purpose to humiliate me? To rebel?” My father is standing before me with a scowl that communicates just how disappointed he is. I've never been able to hold his gaze, so I stare down at my stilettos. “I-I’m sorry, it was just a stupid dare—” “A dare to kiss your stepbrother and you jumped at it?!” “Keep your voice down,” my step mother’s







