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.
View More[Natasha's POV]I looked at Bucky, at the man I loved, at the father of my child."Let him go," I said, my voice a low, dangerous growl.The man laughed, a cold, cruel sound that echoed in the vast emptiness of the roof. "I don't think so.""Then I'll make you," I snarled, and then I lunged.***I watched in horror as she threw herself at him, a red-haired avenging angel, a warrior queen. She was a blur of motion and fury, a whirlwind of fists and feet. She was magnificent. She was deadly. She was mine.And then I saw it. The glint of metal. The flash of a blade. A spray of crimson.She staggered back, her hand flying to her stomach. A look of surprise on her face. A question in her eyes. A single, perfect tear tracing a path through the grime and blood on her cheek."Natasha..." I whispered, a strangled cry of agony.He was on her in a flash, a predator sensing weakness. He grabbed her, a cruel smirk on his face, a gun to her head."One more step, and she's dead," he snarled, his eye
[Natasha's POV]In the darkness, I couldn't see anything but the metal of the walkway and the railing, my hands gripping the latter tightly as I made my way forward.Where are we going, Mama?We're going to find our way out, I told him. Just you and me.I don't want to be here."Shhh," I said aloud. "It's okay." And it was. The catwalk curved, and just as it did, a single bulb flickered on up ahead, casting a yellowish light down the length of the corridor. The light caught the dust motes dancing in the air, and for a second, I thought I saw movement. But it was just the shadows playing tricks on me.Still, my instincts screamed at me.There was a soft click, and the light behind me came on as well, flooding the space with a warm, almost friendly glow. That was when I saw him.He was standing at the end of the catwalk, a tall, lanky figure silhouetted in the gloom. He was dressed in a black combat suit, and a rifle was slung over his shoulder. Even from this distance, I could tell tha
[ Natasha's POV ]The world unfolded before me in a riot of color and sound. The first things I became aware of were the sounds of the tires slidding along the pavement. The next sensation that came to me was the familiar feeling of my bow in my hands, the fletching of an arrow that was nocked just millimeters from my cheek. We were in motion. In a van. Bucky was driving, his knuckles whtie against the steering wheel and a grim set to his jaw. Sam was in the front passenger's seat, his eyes locked on the tablet in his lap. On the glowing surface was a satellite's view of the city, a blinking red light marking our location." Hawkeye, you with us? " Sam asked. His tone was clipped, professional. No time for banter." I'm here. " I replied, forcing myself upright. " Status? "" Nat's tracking signal went dark five minutes ago after she triggered a complete base alarm. " He said, without looking up. " We have her last known location. Medical wing. We're two minutes out. "" And the welco
[ Natasha's POV ]The world narrowed to the warm weight in my arms and the frantic pounding of my own heart. I held Ivan's face against my shoulder, muffling his small whimpers of pain against my jacket. He felt so small, so fragile. A bird with a broken wing. My bird. My blood. My son. The red lights painted us in their violent glow, a strobe that pulsed with my building rage. The blare of the alarm was a physical thing, a pressure against my eardrums, demanding action."Close your eyes, solnyshko," I whispered into his hair, my lips brushing against the soft strands. "Mama has you. Just hold on."My senses, honed by years of survival, sharpened to a razor's edge. The air tasted of antiseptic and fear. I could hear the shuffle of boots getting closer, the metallic click of safeties being disengaged, the shouted commands in Russian that crackled over the alarm. They were closing the net.I scanned the room, a predator calculating its escape. My eyes landed on a steel medical trolley,
[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
[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,






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