Mag-log in"Gavin's already at the palace courtyard," Gideon's voice came heavy through the bedroom door, finally knocking after three days of pure isolation. "All the Northern clan elders and the Western people have gathered around the duel altar, Luna Inka." The moment we heard that, the mood in the room shifted completely. The thick haze of passion that had wrapped around us for three days and three nights evaporated in an instant, replaced by something colder — the sharp, deadly aura of leadership. I stood in front of the big mirror, dressed in a black silk gown layered under the Western Faction's silver cloak. On my chest, the triple bond mark wasn't pulsing anxiously anymore. It glowed a steady, calm gold — solid proof that my healing energy had locked all three of my Alphas' strength at its peak. Hunter stepped up behind me. The huge man had his black leather armor on, solid and heavy. His strong hand slid over my shoulder, squeezing gently before he leaned down to press a long kiss t
Dawn hadn't fully broken yet when the storm of passion in our bedroom finally settled down. Our breathing slowed together, warm breath mixing over the messy bed. My body felt weak, but full of a strange, heavy kind of spiritual energy. The gold mark on my chest glowed with a calm, steady rhythm, proof that their claim on me had sunk even deeper into my soul. Hunter still had his arms wrapped tight around my waist from behind, his face buried in the curve of my neck, now covered in fresh red marks. His strong arm twitched slightly every time I tried to shift, like his protective instinct wouldn't switch off even half-asleep. "Still thinking about the duel, huh?" Zane whispered gently. The tactical one was already awake, it turned out. He sat leaning against the headboard, shirtless, his strong muscles on full display. Zane took my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing calm little kisses on it, easing away the worry that had slipped through the pack link earlier. "Gavin isn't j
"Get in the bedroom, Inka. Now," Hunter ordered. His voice was heavy, and it left no room for argument. As soon as Gavin and the Northern elders left the palace hallway, my three Alphas walked me straight back to our big bedroom. Seth slammed the heavy oak door shut behind us and locked it with a thick iron bolt. The air in the room changed right away. It felt heavy, thick with male anger and wild, territorial instinct. "You three are making it hard to breathe," I whispered, trying to step back, but my back hit the tall bedpost. Hunter walked toward me, step by step, letting his big cloak fall to the floor. His golden eyes had gone dark, full of raw hunger after hearing Gavin's disgusting offer earlier that day. "He actually offered to touch you, Inka... right in front of us." Hunter caught me and pinned me between his strong arms. He laid me down on the fur-covered bed and leaned over me, not leaving a single inch of space between us. His lips went straight for my neck, covering m
"Open the door, Gideon," I ordered, keeping my voice flat and steady even though my heart was still pounding from what had just happened between us.Before the curtain pulled back, Zane glanced over at me, making sure his shirt buttons were all in place. "You ready?" he asked quietly, just for me."I'm always ready," I said. "Hunter's the one I'm not so sure about."Hunter grunted from the other side of the couch, his hand still clenched on his knee. "I can hold it together. As long as he doesn't try anything.""That's what you always say," Seth cut in from the end of the couch, smirking but keeping his eyes locked on the door. "And it's also the thing that usually doesn't hold up."The heavy silk curtain slowly drew open. Hunter and Seth stood on either side of me like two guard statues ready to strike, while Zane calmly took his spot behind the couch, his blue eyes already back to their usual ice-cold calm. We were seated on the long velvet sofa when the oak doors to the study swung
SEASON 2INKA"You can't keep locking me away like this every time a clan guest arrives, Hunter," I whispered hoarsely, struggling to catch my breath between the relentless waves of hot breath assaulting the sensitive skin of my neck.The morning sun had only just risen over the Western Faction, casting its light into Luna’s grand private study. Yet the crucial documents regarding the arrival of the Blackwood branch clan from the North lay scattered across the marble floor, utterly forgotten by the three dominant Alphas who had me trapped behind the thick, tightly closed silk curtains.Hunter paid no heed to my protest. His massive, powerful arms locked around my waist from behind, crushing my body flush against his broad, bare, and scorching chest. His elongated fangs dragged slowly across my exposed shoulder, leaving a dark, claiming mark."I don’t give a fuck about Northern customary law, Inka," Hunter growled deeply, his baritone voice thick with raw, primal territorial fury. "But
Our breaths chased each other under the warm silk drapes, melting together the last bits of the thick passion we had just finished. My body felt so light, filled with the stable pure energy from the triple bond tattoo on my chest.Hunter laid his big body beside me, pulling me without resistance into the hold of his strong solid arms. His broad chest rose and fell steady as he kissed the top of my head for a long time, full of a possessiveness that was now absolute. "Finally... you're truly ours completely, Inka. With no shadows of fear anymore.""We won't let the world disturb this peace again, sweetheart," Seth whispered from my left side. He crawled closer, propping his head up with one hand while his other rough hand slowly stroked my stomach with a gentleness that contrasted his giant body. His brown eyes glowed warm, filled with a deep shine of worship.Zane sat leaning against the headboard, letting his slightly messy black hair fall on his forehead. The tactical man reached fo
INKA'S POVIt's been an hour since they brought me to the clinic. Sarah—the medic, wrapped me in a blanket. But I'm not cold. This isn't cold. This is my body trying to process what happened and failing. "Almost done, sweetheart," Sarah murmurs.She's cleaning the scratches on my hands. The ones I
INKA'S POVI never thought I'd feel safe in a place this big. The main pack compound feels like what home used to be, before everything fell apart. I grew up in a pack house kind of like this one. Smaller, sure, but it had the same formal dining rooms, the same rules, the same structure.I'd forgot
INKA'S POV Hunter..." I don't know what I'm trying to say. Maybe that I'm scared. That I don't know if I deserve this.His thumb brushes my lip and my knees actually buckle. I grab his shirt to keep from falling, and feeling the solid warmth of him under my hands grounds me. Reminds me I'm real. I
INKA'S POVI should feel relieved. That's what everyone expects, right? The kidnapped girl who somehow escaped should be grateful to be alive. Should be crying tears of joy. Should be celebrating her miraculous survival.But all I feel is numb.And underneath the numbness is terror.Not terror of







