INICIAR SESIÓNMine, my wolf said. Who's yours? I asked. The answer was Alpha Damir. I told my wolf to shut the hell up. --- Some vows are made in grief. Some are made in blood. I made mine on my knees in the rain, pushing dirt over the only two people who ever loved me, with smoke still in my lungs and fury so hot it had nowhere left to go. I came back from the UK and something felt wrong before I even reached the gate. The mansion was on fire. My father was already gone. My mother had seconds left and she used every single one of them to give me a name. Alpha Drakan. I carved that name into the inside of my chest and made a vow. Find him. Look him in the eye. Carve his heart out while it's still beating. Except Alpha Drakan was already dead. Two months in the ground. My parents died last night. Dead men don't order killings. Which meant I had the wrong name and the wrong man. My mother hadn't known. She was dying, she couldn't have known. But the name was Drakan and the blood was Drakan and the throne belonged to Drakan. His son. Damir, Alpha of Vordheim. Next of kin to a dead man and sitting on everything that name owned. My mother had pointed me here and here was where the answers lived. He was the one I suspected. The one I was watching. The one I had every intention of killing when the time was right. And then the moon goddess, who clearly has a vicious, twisted, absolutely unhinged sense of humour, went ahead and made him my mate.
Ver másThe sheer heat of his mouth was making my head spin. Every ounce of oxygen left my lungs as his tongue tangled with mine, his heavy body pressing me down into the sofa cushions. I was completely lost in him, but Damir clearly wanted more than just a couch. Without breaking the kiss, his large hands slid down to the back of my thighs. With a single, effortless surge of Alpha strength, he scooped me up into his arms. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands clinging to his shoulders as he carried me across the sitting room. He marched straight into our bedroom, hooked his foot behind him, and slammed the door shut with his leg, the heavy click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. He walked over to the massive bed and laid me down, his movements surprisingly gentle compared to the raw hunger in his eyes. He hovered over me again, his gaze locking onto mine. Right at that moment, a massive, deafening crack of thunder shook the entire pack house. A second later, the
Back at the Blood Moon pack, the shadows of the evening were starting to stretch across the territory. Later that night, Mireya found herself walking down the isolated path toward the ancient witch temple. She stopped just outside the entrance for a moment, staring up at the weathered stone structure, her heart heavy with anxiety, before finally gathering the courage to step inside. The witch was there, exactly where she always was, enveloped in the faint scent of burning herbs and magic. She slowly turned around to face the former Luna. "I knew you'd be crawling back here," the witch said, her voice dripping with knowing calm. Mireya exhaled a shaky breath. "Based on everything that went down today... I’m totally stunned. I honestly wasn't expecting any of it." The witch smirked slightly. "Shouldn’t you be relieved that Seraphine didn't end up becoming the Luna?" "I mean, yeah. Honestly, I am relieved," Mireya admitted, looking down. "Then you need to go swallow your pride and
We stayed like that under the rushing water for a while, the silence of the bathroom filled only with the sound of her heavy, ragged breathing. Deep down, I knew the truth. The only way to end this, the only way to actually cure her discomfort, was to fully mate with her. But I... I didn't know how to navigate this without scaring her. Even though my own wolf instincts were raging, I wasn't feeling the chaotic, burning physical heat the way she was. I was completely lucid, which made the temptation a million times harder to resist. Deciding she needed to get out of those heavy wet clothes, I reached down and slowly started unzipping the gown she still had on, She didn't protest; she just let me do it, totally helpless to the bond. Once I successfully slipped the soaked fabric off her shoulders and tossed it out of the shower, she immediately leaned back in, placing her forehead right against my bare chest again. I reached up, my fingers shaking slightly as I tucked a few wet stran
Zelda's POV The after-party was in full swing. A bunch of neighboring Alphas kept crowding around us to throw out their fake, polished congratulations. While they were talking, I was secretly scanning every single one of their faces, trying to see if I could spot any tells, wondering if the monster responsible for my parents' deaths was standing right in front of me. But honestly? It was impossible to tell. They all wore the same perfect political masks. Eventually, the guests finally migrated over to the buffet and bar for refreshments, giving us a second to breathe. Damir didn't waste any time; he’d already ordered his men to move all my bags up to his private suite. Yuppie. We were finally, officially marked. In the back of my mind, Nyx literally let out a victory screech, and I couldn't help but smile. A few minutes later, I was casually sitting on the edge of his massive king-sized bed while Damir stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoning his shirt. His broad shoulders flexe
I ran. Not toward the room, away from it. For now. There was something I needed first. One thing my crime class had drilled into me so hard it had become instinct, control the environment before you control the situation. Take away the advantages. Blind your opponent. Change the playing field
Zelda's POV The room was something in between. Not a bedroom or a cell. Just four stone walls and a narrow bed and a window that looked out over the settlement like it was taunting me with the fact that I couldn't go anywhere. Dust sat in the corners like it had been there for years and had no p
I made a decision in the space of half a second. "I need a pack," I said. The lie came out easy, which probably should have worried me. "I'm a werewolf. No pack, no territory. I'd heard of Alpha Drakan.. his reputation travels. I thought.." I let the sentence hang deliberately, like someone embarr
Vordheim was not on G****e Maps. Obviously. I spent the first hour of my journey in the back of a bus trying anyway, zooming in and out on satellite images of the coordinates my mother had written down, watching the little blue dot hover over what looked like nothing but dense, unbroken forest. No






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