MasukElliot POVDamon’s mouth crashed against mine with raw desperation.I dropped my suitcase. It hit the ground with a dull thud as I grabbed onto his jersey, kissing him back just as fiercely. All the pain, the rejection, the heartbreak it all melted away in that moment. There was only him. His taste. His scent. His strong hands gripping my waist like he was afraid I would disappear.We stumbled backward together until my back hit the cold barrier surrounding the ice. Damon’s body pressed against mine, hard and hot. I could feel how much he wanted me. His cock was already straining against his pants, grinding against my thigh as we kissed like we were starving for each other.He broke the kiss only to bite down on my neck, right over one of the fading marks he had left before. I moaned, tilting my head to give him better access. His hands were everywhere — sliding under my shirt, gripping my hips, pulling me impossibly closer.“I shouldn’t want you,” he growled against my skin, voice ro
Elliot POVI finally realized they were going to kill me.Not today.Maybe not tomorrow.But someday.That realization came on a cold afternoon while I was carrying sacks of grain from the storage house to the kitchens. My shoulders already ached from hours of work when I noticed Brandon and four other young Alphas standing in the middle of the path.They weren’t smiling.They were waiting.The moment I got close, Brandon stepped in front of me.“Where do you think you’re going, poisoner’s son?”I lowered my eyes.“The kitchens.”He kicked one of the sacks from my shoulder.It burst open the moment it hit the ground.Grain scattered everywhere.The others laughed.“I’ll clean it up,” I said quietly.“You’ll do more than that.”Before I could react, someone shoved me hard from behind.I stumbled forward and hit the dirt.Pain shot through my knees.Another kick landed in my side.Then another.I curled up instinctively, trying to protect myself.“Stop!” I gasped.Nobody listened.“You
Elliot POVLife became a nightmare after my mother’s exile.I used to think I knew what bullying felt like.I thought I understood loneliness.I thought I had already experienced the worst this pack could throw at me.But boy I was wrong.Very wrong.Compared to this… Everything that happened before felt almost merciful.When I sent back to the Omega’s dormitory,Instead of my usual room I shared with six other Omegas, I was kicked out and ended up in a tiny janitor’s closet. It was so small and old and smelly and there was barely enough space to keep my few belongings. My suitcase sat in one corner containing everything I owned.Everything I had left.The first morning started with whispers and treble stares. Everyone was looking at me with accusing eyes.By the second day, the whispers became harsh insults and remarks.By the end of the week…Nobody bothered whispering anymore.“Poisoner’s son.”The words followed me everywhere.“Traitor.”“Murderer’s child.”“Gold digger’s pup.”Ev
Elliot POVThree days.That was how long we remained inside the dungeon.Three endless days of cold stone floors, stale bread, and silence.No one came to visit me.No one asked if I was alright.No one cared.The only people who ever appeared were the guards bringing food twice a day, and even they refused to look me in the eye.My mother barely spoke anymore.She spent most of her time staring blankly at the wall, as if she had already accepted whatever punishment awaited her.I couldn’t forgive her.Not yet.Maybe not ever.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damon walking away from me.Every time I touched my chest, I felt the pain of his rejection all over again.The mate bond still existed.Weak.Damaged.Painful.Like a wound that refused to heal.I stopped crying after the second day.Not because I felt better.Because I had no tears left.On the morning of the fourth day, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor.Several guards appeared outside our cell.“The Alpha Council
Elliot POVThe sound of the cell door slamming shut echoed through the dungeon long after Damon was gone.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.I couldn’t even cry properly anymore.It felt as if someone had reached into my chest and ripped my heart out with their bare hands.My mate…The man I had loved for years.The man I had dreamed about almost every night.The man who had held me close only hours ago and whispered that I was his…Had just rejected me.I curled into myself on the cold stone floor, my entire body trembling uncontrollably.Every breath hurt.Every heartbeat hurt even more.The mate bond hadn’t disappeared completely, but it felt shattered. It was like a rope that had been cut in half, leaving only frayed ends behind. Every time it pulsed inside my chest, a fresh wave of pain followed.I pressed both hands against my heart.It didn’t help.Nothing helped.Tears streamed endlessly down my face until I could barely see.I didn’t even notice my mother moving until her a
Damon POVThe cell fell silent except for our ragged breathing.My wolf finally settled, satisfied after taking what it wanted. Elliot was limp in my arms, trembling, covered in fresh marks and my scent. His head rested against my chest as he tried to catch his breath. For a moment, the mate bond felt warm and content.Then reality crashed over me like ice water.I looked around the dim dungeon cell. Elliot’s mother sat in the corner with her back turned, shoulders shaking. The damp stone walls, the iron bars, the smell of mold and despair, it all hit me at once. I had just fucked my mate hard in a prison cell while his mother was locked in the same space. My father’s would-be killer.Disgust rolled through me.What the hell was wrong with me?I gently lowered Elliot to the floor and pulled away. My hands were still shaking as I fixed my clothes. He looked up at me with those soft, trusting eyes, still dazed from everything we had just done. His lips were swollen. His neck was covered
The entire pack was celebrating tognight! banners hanging brightly across the pack square, and music blasting from large speakers set up around the open field. Food stalls lined the edges, their delicious aromas mingling with the excitement, while children ran around wearing Damon jerseys, their
The entire city were buzzing with excitement, the air thick with anticipation that you could almost feel on your skin no matter where you went. Everywhere I turned, people were talking about the hockey game—the biggest one of the season, the championship match that had everyone on edge. Even be
By the time training finally ended, every single part of my body ached with exhaustion and pain that ran deep into my muscles and bones. My arms throbbed from the endless drills, and my legs felt so weak they might give out beneath me at any moment. There was still dried mud caked on my clothes, a
Elliot POV Just like every day, the sharp ring of the alarm clock cut through the quiet morning and pulled me from my restless sleep. I groaned softly and tugged the thin, worn blanket up over my head, trying to block out the world for just a little longer. For a brief moment, I let myself pret







