FAZER LOGIN[18+++] [90% Book Contains S*x] He was her first love. He was also her greatest betrayal. Natasha Jayson once believed Lucas was her destiny… until the night he murdered her parents and destroyed the powerful Silver Bloodpack to steal its throne. Broken and hunted, Natasha disappeared. Years later, she returns stronger, colder, and determined to take back what is hers. Now a fierce lawyer hiding in Arizona, she has no room for love—especially not when she finds herself living with three dangerously irresistible lycan brothers who refuse to stay away. Doctors by day. Predators by nature. And each of them slowly falling for the one woman determined to keep her heart locked away. But Natasha’s carefully built plans collapse when the past comes crashing back. Lucas isn’t gone. He’s her new boss… and Caleb’s closest friend. The man who betrayed her once now stands between her and the revenge she has waited years to claim. And this time, Natasha refuses to be the victim. Because the broken girl Lucas left behind is gone. What he created instead… is a ruthless Alpha who will stop at nothing to reclaim her throne.
Ver mais[Natasha's POV]This was not an ordinary research facility. This was a fortress. I pulled the Audi several hundreds of meters back on the road, turning off the engine. It was very quiet there, and the cold air roared in my lungs as I stepped out of the car. I stood there for a moment, taking in the scenery. Letting the anger cool down to a numb feeling at the pit of my stomach. This was it. The end of the road. I took a photo from my pocket, running my thumb over the edges of the paper. Warm from the body heat. Come now.The night was good to me. I waited until the moon was covered by the clouds, creating long shadows that danced on the road ahead. I moved like a phantom through the woods, my boots crunching on the snow. The cold seeped under my skin, filling empty spaces, numbing the senses. I welcomed the pain since there was no room for anything else. Not weakness and certainly not doubts.The fence was a problem. Everything had its solution, even this. I walked the length of the f
[Natasha's PO V] I walked toward the altar, my hands empty. He relaxed, just a fraction. That was all I needed.I kicked the loose stone. It skittered across the floor, revealing a small, hollow space. A tiny, metal data drive lay inside.I bent down to pick it up.He moved.A blade flashed in the dim light, hidden in a sheath strapped to his wrist. He lunged, a fast, silent, deadly strike aimed at my back.But I was already moving. I dropped to the floor, rolling under the altar as the blade sliced through the air where my neck had been. I came up behind him, my own blade—his stiletto, the one I had taken from the tavern—in my hand.He spun around, his face a mask of rage and surprise. He was fast, but I was faster. I was a fluidity of motion he couldn't comprehend, a ghost of a memory he had never seen.I disarmed him, the stiletto skittering across the stone floor. I slammed him against the altar, my forearm against his throat."The book," I choked him. "You're not getting the boo
[Natasha's POV]He leaped back, instinctively, to avoid being crushed.It was the opening I needed.I didn't run for the street. I ran for the fire escape. I holstered my pistol and jumped, my fingers catching the bottom rung of the ladder. The metal was cold, slimy. I hauled myself up, my muscles screaming, my injured arm screaming louder.A shot pinged off the brick wall beside my head.I scrambled up the ladder, onto the landing, and then up the next flight of stairs. I was on the roof. The Prague skyline spread out before me, a sea of red-tiled roofs and ancient spires under a pale winter sun.I ran, leaping from one rooftop to the next, my feet finding purchase on slick tiles and ancient stone. I was a cat, a phantom, a blur of motion. The old Natasha was waking up. The one who could move like this, who could see the city as a map of possibilities, of escape routes and killing fields.I didn't look back. I didn't have to. I could feel him behind me. He was good. He was fast.I re
[Natasha's POV]She gestured with the detonator. "So, here's the new deal. You're going to walk out of here. You're going to Prague. You're going to get me the other half of the formula. If you try to run, if you try to contact anyone, if you fail… the boy dies. If I don't hear from you in 24 hours… this village disappears. A tragic gas explosion. And you, my dear, are the primary suspect."She was so sure of herself. So confident in her web of lies and threats. She had me cornered. She had my son. She had the formula. She had everything.She had made one mistake.She was still in the room with me.My eyes flicked to the side. The window. It was old, the frame rotted. The fire outside was raging, casting a hellish light through the glass. The boathouse was gone, but the fire was spreading. The heat was a palpable thing, pressing against the walls of the tavern.She saw my glance. "Don't even think about it," she said, her thumb pressing down, the button clicking, a tiny, fatal sound.
[Natasha's POV]I noticed he didn't seem bothered about my presence within a thin one-hour meeting. He looked so controlled and calm as always. This is the charm I fall for. While I was burning inside for my revenge. I don't know how I controlled myself. I was faking my smile just to get to the bot
[Natasha's POV]“Hey wait man, why are you rushing?” Damein said and turned to face me. “I know you enjoy walking but still, you have to go with Celeb. You can't be late for a job interview since it's already 9: 45 am and at 11 you have to be there.” he reminded me.“Hey mom, good morning,” Ethan,
[Natasha's POV]“Answer my question first,” he demanded again. “Why were you enjoying food from his hand?”“Because he treats me nicely, unlike you and Celeb.” I don't know what to say, so I just made up an excuse. He stared at me again. When I didn't get the answer I stepped aside to open the door
[Natasha's POV]As soon as Damein left, I got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom to wash my sleepy face. The warm water helped my eyes to fully awake and brushed my teeth. I looked down at myself in the mirror when I saw I messed up my Tee. Accidentally, the toothpaste fell on my clothes. Si


















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