تسجيل الدخولADDISON I couldn't breathe. Not from what had just happened—though my body was still trembling with aftershocks—but from the realization crashing over me like a tidal wave.I was in trouble. Deep, irreversible trouble.Axel's arms wrapped around me as I collapsed against his chest, my legs still shaking. His heartbeat thundered beneath my ear, fast and erratic, matching my own. For a moment, we just stayed like that—tangled together on the couch, his hand stroking lazy patterns down my spine."You okay?" His voice was rougher than usual, strained.I nodded against his chest, not trusting my voice. Because no, I wasn't okay. I was the furthest thing from okay.This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it was. The fake dating arrangement was meant to be simple—help each other out, play pretend for a few weeks, then walk away clean. No complications. No feelings.But somewhere between the staged hand-holding and the performative kisses, something had shifted. And tonight... tonight had ob
Axel"Axel..." My name on her lips was half-plea, half-surrender, and it sent a primal satisfaction through both me"That's better," I said, my thumb tracing slow circles on her inner thigh, deliberately staying just shy of where she wanted me. "But I want to hear you say it. What do you want, Addison?"" Y--you I W--want you"Her cheeks flushed that beautiful shade of pink, and she bit her lip. Even now, she was shy about voicing her desires. That just wouldn't do, I needed to hear her needs not just see it. I pulled back slightly, and her eyes flew open in panic and pure confusion. "Tell me," I commanded softly, "or I stop.""Please—" she whispered, oh my firefly was so needy"Please what?" I kissed along her collarbone, achingly slow. "I'm not a mind reader, sweetheart. Though your body's telling me plenty right now." I could feel her trembling, smell the sweet scent of her arousal, how wet she was. Fuck! Usually even during ordinary full moons, I needed several shots of wolfsbane
ADDISON I couldn't sleep. My head heavy and full of questions. My phone was a dark, silent brick on the nightstand. No texts. No calls. Giving up, I walked out to the living room. The soft glow of the city through the windows was better than the dark of my bedroom. I turned on the TV, scrolling until I found an old, silly comedy. I needed noise. I needed distraction.My eyes drifted to the door. Marcus had been out there for hours, a silent statue. It didn’t feel right.I muted the TV and walked over, opening the door a crack. He was in his chair, alert as ever.“Hey, Marcus?”“Ms. Amber? Is everything alright?”“Yeah, it’s just… it’s late. And I can’t sleep. I’m watching a movie. Do you… want to come in? You’ve been out here forever. You deserve a break.”He looked surprised, then wary. “That’s not necessary, ma’am. My job is out here.”“Please?” I insisted, feeling awkward but sincere. “It’s a stupid comedy. You can just sit. I promise I won’t tell your boss you took a thirty-minu
AXELThe idea of getting on that plane, of putting an ocean between us, was impossible. Every instinct I had, man and beast, revolted against it. The thought of her being here alone, vulnerable, while I was gone… and worse, the thought of not seeing her, not smelling her, for weeks… it was a physical agony worse than any wound.I couldn’t leave. But I couldn’t stay near her either. Not with the moon’s pull turning my blood to fire.There was only one terrible, dangerous option left.I called my uncle from the soundproofed panic room I’d built beneath my penthouse, a room of concrete and steel.“Silas. I’m not coming to Greece.”The silence on the other end was heavy. “That is not a request, Axel. It is a necessity. The facilities there are designed to contain you.”“I know what I am,” I snapped, my patience frayed. “Send me what I need. The silver-reinforced chains. The strongest wolfsbane concentrate you have. The injectors. Overnight it. I’ll handle it here.”“Handle it?” His voice
ADDISON The day had been a good one. A great one, even. For the first time in weeks, I’d pushed the fear aside and gone to my office. I’d finalized the last sketches for the suit. I’d even managed to secure two major popstars who were in town to walk in the show for my new collection. It felt like my world was clicking back into place. It felt perfect. It was all because of him. Because he hadn’t let me hide. He’d dragged me out back into my world and reminded me who I was. A part of me, a part that was getting harder and harder to ignore, knew that with him watching, I was safe. No matter what. The thought was both comforting and terrifying. I barely knew him, really. He was a mountain of secrets, and yet he’d done more for me than anyone. Maybe he...But he doesn’t see you like that, Addison. Don’t get ahead of yourself.The little voice in my head was a necessary buzzkill. I repeated it like a mantra as I rode the elevator with Marcus up to my apartment, chatting with Jules on th
AXELThe evening was the sweetest kind of torture. Having her close, smelling her happiness and her arousal when I touched her—it was the only thing calming the storm brewing under my skin. The mega moon’s pull was a constant, growing ache in my bones, a drumbeat of raw need that made every instinct scream to claim, to take, to keep.And I had to leave. In two days. The one thing that could calm the beast was the one thing I had to run from. I didn't want to be here tonight but I took her to this place just cause I wanted to be around her, to feel her, to breathe only her scent.I watched her as we walked toward the gallery exit, her green dress flowing like dark water around her legs. She had no idea. No idea that the man walking beside her was the real danger. No idea that the monster Feign was an ant compared to what she was waking up inside me. She was happy tonight, glowing, and it was killing me because I was the one who’d have to shatter that peace. I was probably the one to ta







