LOGINHow many ways can one birthday go completely off the rails? When the pack's future Alpha and resident golden boy player rejects Livana Liveshade on her eighteenth birthday, she decides to take matters into her own hands. With the help of her closest friends, Operation Revenge is set into motion to show the arrogant Alpha exactly what he threw away. The plan works. A little too well. Because in grabbing the Alpha's attention, Livana accidentally catches the eye of someone far more dangerous: a drop-dead gorgeous Lycan who doesn't care about pack politics, rules, or taking no for an answer. "You thought you could outrun me, little wolf?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver straight down my spine. His dark eyes glint with a mix of amusement and wild, unyielding hunger. "I wasn't running," I reply, backing away until my shoulders hit the locker room wall. "I was just... keeping my distance." His lips curve into a slow, feral smile as he steps into my space. "Game over, Livana. I'm done watching from the shadows. It's time to claim what's mine." Fluffy pink earmuffs and squeaky toys. Am I really about to let a Lycan catch me?
View MoreThis can't be happening. My heart is calling out for him so desperately.This is a nightmare. I will wake up anytime now, and I will be in our room, in our comfy bed, with his arms around me. He will gaze at me with those beautiful, unusual silver-gray eyes of his from under his long, dark, sooty eyelashes. His hair will be all mussed with a few locks falling over his forehead. He will smile at me with those sensual, firm yet soft lips of his. He will laugh that deep laugh that always leaves me weak at the knees once I tell him about this nightmare. He will sooth away my fears with his warm hug and amazing kisses.None of this is real. None of this is real. Yet the cold, hard cement floor underneath me feels so real. How long have I been here? Can't be too long since I can see light filtering in from the gaping roof.The thought of not being with Caspian again makes my heart feels like it's shattering into tiny million pieces. I know I wouldn't survive it.Then another thought comes t
We hit the high-end jewelry boutique first. A few nights ago, I'd secretly measured Caspian's ring finger with a piece of string while he was fast asleep, feeling like an absolute creep. But hey desperate times. The jeweler brought out tray after tray of men's bands. I wanted a simple, elegant titanium and brushed-gold band that fit within my personal budget of two hundred and seventy-three dollars and fifty cents. Selene offered to put the rest on Caspian's card or use her own money so I could get something extravagant, but I was firm I wanted to buy his ring with money I'd earned myself. We finally found the perfect piece, and Selene assured me he'd be obsessed with it. "The guy worships the ground you walk on, Livana. You could hand him a twist-tie and he'd wear it like a crown," she laughed. While we were there, we also picked up a birthday present for Aurelia using the black card. We found a stunning white-gold filigree necklace and bracelet set with a tiny diamond embedded in
I was so relieved the bed was still standing that I completely lost my mind and started kissing the mattress. I mean, who actually does that? Me! A complete lunatic. And now my mate was lying next to me, practically suffocating from silent laughter. After a moment, Caspian pulled the pillow off his face, propping his chin on his elbow. His silver-gray eyes were sparkling with mischief, his lips twitching as he tried and failed to look serious. "I'm sorry, sunshine," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "I didn't mean to laugh at you." "Right. Sure you didn't," I grumbled. "Why the long face?" "Haven't you noticed? Our entire room looks like a missile hit it," I groaned, waving a hand toward the shattered glass and broken wood. "That's completely fine, sweetheart. We'll just replace everything." He reached out, playfully tugging a strand of my hair. "And I kissed the mattress," I added solemnly. "You're stuck with a crazy mate, Caspian." His eyes flashed with warm, wick
The drive home is suffocatingly quiet, but the air inside the vehicle is electric. The standoff at the pack house poked every aggressive, battle-hungry instinct in our blood, and now we’re all vibrating with unspent energy. My heart is beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs pure, unfiltered adrenaline craving an outlet. "I'm going for a run," Selene announces the second the car stops in our driveway, her fingers laced tightly with Silas's. "Great. I'm going to the training grounds to smash some equipment," Julian grunts, his eyes glowing amber. "What about you two?" "Painting session," Caspian says smoothly. Before I can ask what that means, he scoops me up, throws me over his broad shoulder like a sack of flour, and marches up the steps. Fluffy pink earmuffs and squeaky toys!* The moment we cross the threshold of our room, Caspian kicks the heavy door shut behind us. He sets my feet on the floor, his smoldering gray eyes dark with uninhibited hunger. In a fraction of a
I regretted agreeing to Aurelia’s stupid plan almost immediately. The moment she walked into my room carrying three shopping bags, makeup, and the confidence of someone about to ruin lives, I already knew peace was no longer an option for me. “You still dress like you’re preparing for emotional win
The next morning, Aurelia arrived at my house with the energy of someone preparing for war. Not emotional support. Not comfort. War. She marched into the kitchen holding two coffees and a notebook an actual notebook. I stared at her from across the table, asking if I should be scared. "Yes," she an
I was trying. That was the embarrassing part. I was actually trying to feel normal again. The movie playing in the background wasn’t even interesting anymore, but Aurelia kept reacting dramatically to every scene like she deserved an award for emotional support. “That man is definitely the killer,”
The days following the rejection passed in a blur of silence. It wasn’t that I couldn’t speak; it was simply that nothing felt worth the effort of moving my lips. Home had become quiet in a way that didn’t feel peaceful, just heavy and still. I stayed in my room most of the time, staring at walls t
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