What happens when two lovers reunite—only to face each other as enemies? Maxton never knew he was Alpha Mason’s son, not until tragedy revealed his true bloodline. Desperate to taste freedom before embracing his wolf destiny, he bargains for six stolen months. In a neon-lit club, he meets Dryann, older, devastatingly handsome, his eyes haunted by grief but his touch burning with desire. For six months, passion and solace bind them together, each night hotter than the last. But when duty calls them back, masks fall, and they stand on opposite sides of an ancient feud. The bond between them is undeniable… yet blood, loyalty, and destiny demand they choose. Will Maxton and Dryann fight for love against their clans? Or be left broken and scarred by it?.
Lihat lebih banyak“Maxton had always known his curse would change his life, but he never expected it to begin with his mother’s blood on the floor.”
“He’s into you, I promise,” Maxton told his friend.
“Are you sure? ’Cause he really doesn’t look like he likes me,” his friend said, worry etched on her face, though her eyes still gleamed with hope.
“Believe me, he does. Just push his buttons a little, he’ll be happy. He doesn’t know how to express himself, that’s all,” Maxton replied.
At twenty-three, Maxton carried a secret—an ability to share people’s emotions and glimpse into their memories. A year ago, during his birthday celebration, he had collapsed . Three months in a coma, and when he woke, he wasn’t the same. No doctor could explain what had happened. But Maxton knew. He could feel the emotions of others as if they were his own.
At first, it terrified him. He didn’t dare tell anyone, not even his mother. But every full moon he would dream of running through the woods, always with a shadow behind him, a dog or maybe a wolf keeping pace. Along with the dream came searing pain that left him breathless. He never understood it, but somehow his mother always seemed to know how to help.
He never knew his father. His mother told him he died in a car accident, that he had loved Maxton deeply until his last breath. The strange gift
or curse, was something he couldn’t trace. When he asked his mother, she would only say:
“My dear child, never feel ashamed. It’s a gift. You are special.”
And she was always there, helping him through the worst of it.
Over time, Maxton learned to adapt. But he was never prepared for the shock of emotions that slammed into him whenever he brushed against strangers, perverts, liars, teens drowning in hormones, even killers. He carried it all, even when he didn’t want to.
Eventually, he confided in his closest friend, Gladys. She had a crush on their supervisor, and she begged him to test his gift on the man.
“Wish me luck,” she whispered before rushing off to the supervisor’s office.
“Good luck, girl,” Maxton chuckled, shaking his head.
A few hours later she returned, flushed and glowing. The second she hugged him, he felt her emotions burst like fireworks—lust, excitement, love. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt.
“Girl, you’re a pervert! Your hormones are ready to devour that poor man. You’re not giving him a chance to say no, are you?”
“He asked me out! Tonight! Can you believe it?” she squealed, over the moon.
“Then go get ready. Ask him to pick you up—I’ll handle your work for tonight,” Maxton said, genuinely happy for her.
“But Max, we need to talk. About… your...” Her tone grew worried.
“Saturday. My place. Right now, you’ve got a date to plan.”
She hesitated, then smiled. “Saturday it is.”
He pushed her playfully toward the door. Both of them worked at a law firm—Gladys as a clerk, Maxton as personal assistant to the public attorney. Tonight, he was just glad to give her a moment of happiness.
Hours later, his phone buzzed. His mother had called. He rang her back.
“Hey, Mom.”
“We ran out of apples and veggies. Can you get them on your way back?” she asked, her voice warm as ever.
“I’ll be late, but I’ll get them. What are you making?”
“Chicken broth. But don’t bother with the apples this time. Just the veggies.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned as she chuckled and hung up.
By the time Maxton finished work, it was late. Exhausted, he left the office, wished the security man goodnight, and caught the last bus. Careful not to brush against anyone, he slumped into a seat by the window and closed his eyes, replaying the day’s events.
“Not a bad one,” he murmured.
When the bus reached his stop, he bought apples anyway before heading home. At the cashier’s counter, one accidental touch sent a flash through him—the man had just had a quickie with his boss. Maxton smirked. Way to go, dude.
Taking the shortcut through a narrow alley, he sensed it immediately. The air grew heavy. Tense. And then—blood.
He smell blood.
He brushed past a group of men in black jackets and dark glasses. The emotions pouring off them made his chest tighten, it was wicked, murderous, blind loyalty. His stomach dropped.
“Oh, sorry,” he muttered quickly, but he knew better. The blood smell clung to them.
And then, dread seized him. The smell was stronger the closer he got to home.
His heart hammered. He ran. Faster. Faster.
When he reached the pavement, the front door was ajar.
“No… no, no, no…”
He burst inside—and froze.
Blood. Everywhere.
“Mom!”
He found her on the floor, gasping for breath, pressing her hand against the wound in her stomach.
She had been shot.
Maxton fell to his knees beside her, his voice breaking.
“Mom!”
Dryann stirred in his sleep late in the night, the cold forest breeze brushing against his bare skin. It was sharp, enough to draw him awake. His hand reached instinctively for the warmth beside him, but the spot was empty.“Max?” he called softly, sitting up, his eyes scanning the moonlit clearing.“Behind you,” came the reply.Dryann spun. Maxton emerged from the shadow of the trees, his shirt unbuttoned, trousers half-zipped. He must have heard Dryann’s voice from afar and hurried back, but his expression betrayed something unsettled.“I’ve been calling you,” Dryann said, watching him closely.“Yeah… nature’s call,” Maxton replied, too casually.Dryann studied him another beat, but nodded. “C’mon. Let’s go back to the gathering. It’s getting cold out here.”“Yeah,” Maxton agreed, but his tone was taut, his body stiff with tension.Dryann noticed it, but chose not to press. Whatever haunted Maxton tonight, he would speak of it in his own time.When they reached the clearing, the air
The wolf’s voice wasn’t spoken aloud. It thundered inside Maxton’s skull, violent and commanding.He stumbled backward, his heart was pounding, his breath hitching in terror. His father’s wolf, towering, monstrous, and dark as a void, stalked forward, its paws crushing the forest floor with weight that echoed like cries of war. The glowing red eyes locked on him with pure hatred, yet underneath the rage, the darkness, something flickered. Recognition.“Father…” Maxton whispered, his throat tight, his words barely audible.The wolf let out a guttural snarl that rattled the branches above. “You should not be here.”Maxton’s legs trembled, but he forced himself to stand tall, shoulders squared even though fear pressed on him. “I’m here father, because if we don’t face this now… you’ll kill me. And I can't fight you father, you know that.” His voice broke but carried the truth. “I want you to know me.”The wolf’s ears twitched, nostrils flaring as though testing the air around his son. T
The sex was raw, slow, then fast, then hard—an unrelenting rhythm of hunger and need that made the earth beneath them tremble. Their kisses weren’t just lips meeting, they were confessions. Souls laid bare in tongue, and moans. Dryann pinned him to the ground grinding into him with an urgency that bordered on desperation.Maxton clawed down his back, pulling him closer, wanting all of him, needing every inch. His whimper turned to a moan when Dryann slid into him, slow at first, savoring his gasps. Then harder. Faster. Each thrust echoed like a vow, one Dryann couldn’t put into words but burned into Maxton’s skin.“Fuck, Max…” Dryann groaned, sweat dripping down his temples as he buried his face against Maxton’s throat.“Harder,” Maxton panted, biting his lip, pushing his hips back, desperate for the maddening pace.Dryann obeyed, pounding into him until Maxton’s nails dug into his arms. Their cries, their breathless curses, their raw pleasure tangled with the night air. They were lik
He stepped out of the shadows, his face unreadable, eyes flicking from Maxton to Mara as though demanding answers neither of them wanted to give.Maxton’s hand slipped from Mara’s shoulder, and he instinctively stepped back, guilt and defensiveness warring in his chest.“Who saw whose face?” Dryann’s voice cut through the night, sharper than the chill in the air. He took another step forward, closing the distance between them.“Max? Care to explain what exactly this means?” His tone was steady, but his eyes blazed.“Err… what I meant was—” Maxton stammered, searching for words that refused to come. His throat felt tight, and every excuse sounded foolish before it could leave his tongue.His gaze darted toward Mara, silently begging for help.Mara’s lips parted. “He thinks I know what happened to his mother. That I actually saw the person who had her killed.”Dryann’s eyes narrowed, snapping to her. “And did you?” His question was cold, stripped of patience.Mara froze. Pain flicker .a
Dryann pulled off his clothes, the shadows of the night moon tracing his rugged features. His body was all hard lines and scars, like a story etched into flesh, yet the moonlight made him look almost untouchable. He waded into the lake, his breath catching as the icy water wrapped around him.“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s so fucking cold.”Maxton chuckled, his voice low and warm in the quiet night. He couldn’t stop watching him, this man who seemed to carry entire worlds in his chest. The sight of Dryann, dripping and raw under the moon, sent a tug straight to his heart.“You look beautiful,” Maxton said before he realized the words had escaped him.Dryann froze, then smirked. That sly curve of his lips broke through the cracks of his usual stoicism. He swam closer, his eyes locking with Maxton’s, steady and searching. For a long moment, nothing existed but that gaze, and Dryann realized he hadn’t thought of Dan, his late husband, once tonight. He had been thinking o
The flight to Mexico stretched nearly five hours. Maxton slept through most of it, though his rest was anything but peaceful. Again and again, he drifted into the same recurring dream, his father sitting in a trance, unmoving, while his wolf crouched on top of him, eyes glowing crimson. Above them, the moon hung in the sky, half-red and smoky white. No matter how hard Maxton tried to shake him awake, his father refused to stir.When the plane finally touched down, Dryann slipped into the role of guide and protector, leading them with the same calm certainty he had shown since the hospital. He hailed a car and drove them south to Yucatán, a place said to hold healing lakes once guarded by the Mayans.The road twisted through dense green jungle until the air smelled of earth and ancient stone. They hadn’t even fully stepped out of the vehicle before a man approached, as though he had been waiting all along.“Dryann!” the man said in a thick accent, pulling him into a tight embrace.“It’s
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