LOGIN### SincerelyI held Miranda pinned against the buckled sedan, but my entire world shifted on its axis.I stared across the rain-soaked gravel, unable to process the impossible sight before my eyes.Ryker stood tall under the brilliant, unfiltered glare of the full moon, his broad chest rising and falling in heavy, powerful surges. The horrific bullet wound in his chest was no longer oozing dark, poisoned blood; instead, a blinding, white-hot golden light pulsed beneath his torn shirt. With every second that passed under the moon's peak, his primal Alpha blood violently purged the wolfsbane and silver, stitching his flesh back together with terrifying, majestic speed.He was alive.The man who had taken a bullet straight to his heart without a second thought was standing, breathing, and looking at me as if I were the only thing that mattered in the universe."Ryker..." My voice broke, a sob catching in my raw throat as fresh tears spilled over my cheeks, washing clean tracks thr
### SincerelyI pressed my heels harder into the mud, my arm locked like a steel beam against her throat. The metal side panel of the sedan buckled beneath her weight, groaning in protest as I drove her further into the cold frame of the car.Miranda’s face turned a mottled, bruised purple. Her manicured nails dug desperately into the skin of my forearm, tearing at my flesh, but I didn't feel it. I didn't feel the rain. I didn't feel the cold. The only thing alive inside me was the white-hot, roaring flame of twenty-one years of vengeance, fed by the peak of the full moon burning in my veins."Please..." Miranda wheezed, her voice a ragged, pitiful squeak as her feet dangled inches off the ground. Her arrogant, aristocratic composure had completely shattered, leaving behind the terrified, sniveling murderer who had killed my mother in cold blood. "Sincerely... please...""You took my mother's life," I rasped, leaning in until my glowing silver eyes reflected the sheer horror in he
### Miranda A sharp, mocking chuckle burst from my lips, vibrating through the cold barrel pressed against the back of her head."Bianca?" I echoed, my voice dripping with absolute, unbothered disdain. "Oh, my sweet, desperate little girl... do you honestly believe a pathetic bluff like that is going to stall me?"I leaned down slowly, letting the heat of my breath brush against her damp ear, drawing in the metallic tang of blood, mud, and rain clinging to her skin."My daughter is surrounded by the finest guards money can buy back at the estate. She is warm, safe, and waiting for my call to celebrate the final, permanent erasure of your existence."I straightened up with unhurried grace, tightening my grip on the polished wood handle of the revolver. The heavy cylinder clicked softly in the dark as my index finger rested heavy against the curved metal of the trigger."Now," I murmured, "if you have nothing better to say, let's get this done with.""Do you know," Sincerely ras
### Sincerely“Oh, sweet girl,” Miranda purred, leaning down until her breath brushed my ear. “Did you really think your mother died of an illness? I was her maid. I poured her tea, carried her dresses, and listened to her whine about her noble duties. And when I grew tired of watching her live the life I deserved… I took it from her. I buried her where the dogs feed, walked into her home, took her husband, and raised you as my little house-pet.”The words sank into the cold, damp air like stones dropping into a black lake.For one heartbeat the world stopped. Every cruel command, every night spent scrubbing bloody floors, every sickening moment of bowing to the woman who had stolen my bed, my home, my father’s name and his love—everything crystallized into a single, searing rage. My mother had been murdered by her own maid, thrown into the dirt like garbage so a common thief could slip into her clothes and play empress.A razor-sharp clarity flooded my veins, burning the last of
### RykerSincerely coughed, her head snapping to the side as the thick smoke hit her raw throat. She tried to recoil, but the heavy ropes bound her tight to the iron frame of the chair."Daughter?" Sincerely choked out, a bitter, blood-slicked laugh tearing from her chest. "Don't... don't even call me that. You made damn sure I knew I was never your daughter. You and Bianca turned me into a servant in my own father's house."The woman, the true shadow behind The Masks, took another slow drag, the orange ember at the tip glowing brightly in the dim twilight of the scrap yard."Don't you get tired of telling the same story always?" she said smoothly, her voice cutting through the damp air like cold glass. "I'll make you a daily, pathetic little reminder of what happens to people who think they can stand in my way or that of my daughter.""Why?" Sincerely's single open eye welled with fresh tears, cutting clean tracks through the mud and dried blood on her cheeks. "Why are you doin
### RykerThe cold poison still burned through my veins like liquid fire, but I forced my body forward across the floor, every muscle screaming in protest. I didn’t search the room. Instead, I dragged myself past the splintered door and down the back service stairs, boots scraping heavily against the stone, each step a separate, agonizing battle. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. My wolf whimpered somewhere deep and distant, completely silenced by the wolfsbane.I pushed through a rusted metal side exit and stumbled out into the open-air yard behind the tavern.The storm had finally broken. Only a steady, rhythmic drip of water from the corrugated roof remained, echoing across a desolate graveyard of rotting timber, rusted scrap, and rows of abandoned cars left to decay in the mud. My knees gave out. I crashed hard against the side of a broken pickup and pressed my back to the wet steel, gasping for air, waiting for the black spots in my vision to clear.Faint sounds r







