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"Put down the cup, Nia," Kairo said.
His deep voice vibrated straight through my bones. My whole body jumped, and my heart went fast, hitting hard against my ribs. I turned around quick, my bare legs shaking in my short pink dress.
Kairo Adeyemi stood right there in the middle of the crowded party. He was the Supreme Alpha of Nightfang, and he looked huge, like a dark shadow that could crush anyone. He wore a fancy black suit that looked like it cost more than the whole room, but underneath it, he was pure wolf. His pale blue eyes burned right into me.
"Kairo," I said, my voice coming out small. My throat felt super dry. "What are you doing at the Silvermoon Hollow festival grounds?"
"Looking for you," he growled.
Every single person in the crowded room backed away from him. Nobody wanted to mess with the Blood Alpha King. He had so much power oozing out of him, it made me feel scared and hot at the same time. I had liked him for three whole years, even if he was much older than me and way out of my league. He was the star of all my secret dreams. I always imagined his big hands—the ones covered in dark wolf tattoos holding me tight.
"I am just here with Zuri," I told him, looking around.
But my pack-bond sister Zuri was already gone. She had ditched her drink to run off with some boys, leaving me all alone.
Suddenly, a guy wearing a creepy mask bumped right into my chest, pushing me back against the counter. He smelled like bad drinks.
"Hey babe, you look hot," the masked guy whispered, shoving his body against mine. His hand started sliding down my leg.
"Get off me!" I yelled, pushing his chest. But he was too heavy, like a big wall. He didn't care that I said no. He just kept grinding against me.
Before the creep could touch my underwear, a massive hand wrapped around his neck. It was Kairo. His fingers showed his pack tattoos, and his face was full of fury.
"She said no," Kairo growled through his teeth. His voice sounded deep and dangerous. "Touch my mate again, and I will rip your throat right open."
The guy's eyes went huge like big balloons. Kairo lifted him up into the air like he was a little ragdoll. Then, Kairo threw him hard. The guy went flying across the floor like a sack of potatoes and scrambled away running.
Kairo turned his pale blue eyes back to me. The anger inside them changed into something hot and hungry. He looked at me like a predator looks at food.
"Did he hurt you?" Kairo asked, stepping closer. His big shoulder blocked the whole crowd from me. I could feel the huge heat coming off his skin.
"No," I whispered. I could barely breathe.
"Let's go," he said.
He grabbed my arm. His grip was strong but gentle, making my skin feel like it was sizzling with electricity. He walked so fast I kept tripping in my high heels, but every time I stumbled, his big biceps caught me. He carried me right out of the festival grounds and up the stairs to my room at the Moonridge Academy.
Before I could even grab my keys, Kairo picked me up and threw me right over his shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down!" I squealed.
Smack. He slapped my butt hard.
"You can't do that!" I yelled, my face turning bright red.
Smack. Another big slap. My skin felt like it was on fire, but a weird tingling heat pooled between my thighs. I wanted him to keep touching me. He walked up five flights of stairs like I weighed nothing at all.
"Be still, Nia," he growled, and I stopped moving instantly because I was too turned on to speak.
He got my keys, unlocked the door, and carried me inside the room. I slid down his big body, my front rubbing against his hard muscles until my feet hit the floor.
"Welcome to the werewolf fantasy," I mumbled nervously, using the secret name Zuri and I had for our room.
Kairo didn't say anything. He just locked the door behind him. The loud click made my heart hammer. He looked so beautiful and scary with his sharp jaw and thick chest. I wanted to see him naked so bad.
He came closer, and his big fingers brushed my cheek. It was so light it gave me shivers.
Then, his mouth crashed against mine.
His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his chest. I let out a loud moan. His tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting me deep, and I felt his hard length pressing right into my stomach. It felt perfect, like I belonged to him.
We kicked off our shoes fast. In one quick move, he ripped my pink dress right off and tore my panties, throwing them on the floor. My hands shook as I unbuttoned his white shirt, wanting to feel his skin. When I saw his hard, ripped abs, I gasped. He was a perfect work of art.
I helped him push his pants down. When he stood there completely naked, my mouth went totally dry. He was huge everywhere.
"Fuck," I muttered, swallowing hard.
Kairo slammed me against the wall and kissed me again, his breathing heavy and wild. I hooked my leg around his big waist, feeling him right at my entrance. I knew I should tell him I was a virgin, but I wanted him too much to care.
He grabbed my butt with both hands and, without waiting, he slammed all the way inside me.
A loud scream escaped my lips. It hurt so bad I gasped, and he stopped, looking into my eyes.
"You are so big," I cried out softly.
"Nia," he groaned, his voice strained.
"Please don't stop," I breathed, tight tears in my eyes. The pain started to melt away into a crazy, burning need.
His finger reached down to rub my sensitive spot while his mouth bit softly on my neck, marking me. My body arched into him. He started moving, slow at first, then faster and harder, pounding into me with primitive wolf need. The burning turned into pure, hot pleasure. He kept me pinned against the wall, rutting me ruthlessly.
I kissed him back frantically, my vision going totally hazy. Every time he thrust into me, he hit my throb, taking me higher and higher until my heart stilled and my whole body burst into a million pieces of liquid heat. I shook all over, my body clenching around him.
Kairo growled loud, his hips moving like fast pistons through my orgasm. He bit hard into my collarbone, branding me forever as his mate, before he shuddered and let out a deep howl against my skin.
Slowly, the crazy haze lifted. My eyes went wide as I looked at the Supreme Alpha. I had just given my forbidden bloodline virginity to Kairo Adeyemi, the Blood Alpha King.
He knelt down slowly, picking up my ruined dress from the floor and wrapping it around me.
"Thanks," I whispered, looking away because my feelings were too big and scary.
He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look back at his pale glaciers. "You belong to the Nightfang pack now, Nia. The Council of Elders cannot save you from me."
BOOM. BOOM."Who the fuck hits a pack gate at this hour?" Hollis growls, checking the heavy iron bolt on the door before looking at the wall clock.He grabs a long broadsword from the wall mount, flicking on the wall lanterns while I step back toward the shadow of the archway, my pulse hammering against my throat. No good news ever arrives before dawn in the lowlands.Hollis wrenches the heavy timber door open, his blade raised—and we both freeze as the massive, towering silhouette of an Alpha fills the entire doorway.The cold night fog swirls around his broad shoulders, casting dark shadows over his carved jaw line. His chest is heaving, his dark travel cloak caked in fresh mud and road dust. It takes my brain three full seconds to register the golden glow burning in his eyes."Everett!" I gasp, my voice choking in my throat."Brielle," High Alpha Everett Hawthorne rumbles, pushing past Hollis into our hall without waiting for an invitation, his golden eyes locking onto mine with ab
Brielle Whitmore POVMy wolf is practically purring beneath my ribs, so completely lulled by the familiar scent of damp pine, woodsmoke, and wet earth.Everyone at Whitmore Hill House was ridiculously overjoyed when Hollis and I pulled up in the war-carriage yesterday. That’s the thing about growing up in a pack house full of rowdy, thick-headed males: they flash their fangs fast, they throw punches faster, but they forgive and forget almost instantly. They questioned my sudden, unannounced return from the Crownstone District for all of five minutes, fussing over me like I was a high-born guest for the first night, before dragging me right back into our chaotic daily pack rhythm.Hollis and I handle the cooking, while the Whitmore brothers scrape the pots and violently wrestle over who gets the last hunk of venison.I cast a glance around our small, rustic timber kitchen and let out a soft, aching sigh. It is cozy, ringing with memories of Elise Whitmore and Warren Whitmore, but it is
I step forward, closing the distance in two broad strides and sweeping my arms around her small frame, pulling her tightly against my chest. "I know, my sweet wolf, I know. But I need time to clear the corruption from this territory, and you need a safe sanctuary to grow into the powerful female you were born to be.""You're discarding me!" she screams suddenly, her small hands forming tight fists and slamming directly into my chest with all the frantic, raw strength of a distraught young wolf. "Daddy, no! You promised you would never send me away! You're abandoning me just like Mom did!"Her tears break into full-blown, violent sobs. She writhes in my grip, her small fists pounding against the heavy leather of my tunic over and over again, her short nails clawing at my chest."I am so sorry, Mags," I whisper into her silver hair, my own eyes burning with hot, unshed tears. "I am so, so sorry—""No, you're not! You monster! You cold, ruthless bastard!"The venom in her young voice is
Everett Hawthorne POVThe communication stone on my mahogany desk flared three separate times before dying out into a dark, cold grey."She cut the link," I growl, my claws extending enough to gouge deep, bloody grooves into the polished wood of my desk.I slam my calloused fist onto the surface, sending a crack radiating through the timber. She made it brutally clear that she wants nothing to do with me, my bloodline, or my territory ever again. The sweet, addictive scent of pine and wild honeysuckle that usually lingers around my quarters is already fading, replaced by the bitter tang of betrayal.Yet, when I step into the Grand Foyer of the Hawthorne Grand Hotel the following morning, my wolf refuses to accept the cold reality. He paces behind my ribs, snapping his fangs, searching every corner for her presence.I stand near the entrance for hours, ignoring the whispers of low-ranking pack members and high-born elders as they pass. No Brielle Whitmore."Looking for the ghost of you
Everett Hawthorne POVThe sight of Brielle Whitmore standing in the doorway of my residence with pure, crushing betrayal bleeding from her dark eyes tore a hole straight through my chest."I swear on my bloodline, Brielle, I never touched her!" I roar, taking three furious steps toward the open threshold, my golden wolf-eyes flashing with desperate, terrifying heat.Brielle does not say a single word.She turns on her heel and bolts down the torchlit stone corridor, her boots pounding against the floorboards as she flees the Hawthorne Crown Residence. The scent of her raw, agonizing heartbreak lingers in the air, sweet pine and wild honeysuckle twisted into something sour and suffocating.I reach the private Alpha lift just as the heavy bronze doors seal shut, locking her face away from me behind solid metal."High Alpha!" Alton Mercer shouts, rushing up the stairwell with his broadsword drawn, three elite Hawthorne guards trailing right at his heels. "We heard shouting from the upper
"Argh!" I jerked my head back in absolute disgust, spitting onto the stone floor.She tasted of bitter herbs and cheap cherry liquor. It was repulsive. My wolf recoiled inside me, demanding Brielle’s sweet scent of wild honeysuckle and pine. I wanted nothing to do with this treacherous snake.Then, a subtle shift in the air made my heart freeze.The heavy iron door of the residence was standing half-open. Standing on the threshold, frozen in absolute shock, was Brielle Whitmore."Everett?" Brielle whimpered, her voice trembling so hard it barely carried across the room. "Veda?"She stood there holding a leather folder of pack logs, her dark eyes wide and fixed on the two of us—on Veda pinned against the wall beneath me, her dress open to her waist, and my face inches from hers.I instantly released my grip on Veda’s throat. The border female slid down the stone wall to her knees, clutching her neck while a wicked, triumphant grin spread across her mouth."Brielle," I gasped, stepping
"Get off the bed, Nia," Kairo growled.He pulled up his dark pants and zipped them fast, but then he froze. I looked down to see what made him stop. There was bright red blood on his skin.I bit my lip hard, my face burning super hot with embarrassment. I looked up at his face. His eyes were wide,
"This is Omari's sister," Kairo introduced his date. Short and to the point. He never wasted energy on excess words, did he."Oh my gosh," the woman's squeal startled me. "Callum Hayes! I am such a fan." Her voice was high-pitched, and she beamed like a hundred-watt light bulb. She turned her gaze
"You look beautiful, Nia," Callum said.His eyes burned as his hands wrapped around my waist. I wore a sleeveless, V-neck red dress that fell down my body, softly hugging my curves. It revealed more skin than I was used to, but it fit this type of elite gathering hall. My hair was up in a fashionab
I opened my eyes and saw Kairo watching me. He was sitting at my small desk, his huge body looking way too big for the wooden chair. He had his pants on, but his bare chest was on full display. I could not believe last night. I had liked him since my first year at Moonridge Academy, and I never tho







