MasukHe’s the Alpha biker everyone fears and I’m the daughter of the man he hates most. Fate says I’m his mate, but how do you love the wolf who wants to destroy your family who took his brother from him?
Lihat lebih banyakIvara’s POV : The moon feels like it's too bright tonight. It hovers over the Draven compound, swollen and heavy, casting silver light across iron gates, watchtowers, and rows of wolves who pretend they are not staring at me when they think I am not looking. Every shadow feels sharper and every sound feels louder. Ronan has not left my side since dawn. Not once. He follows me through the compound with the kind of focus usually reserved for battlefield strategy or execution lines. His eyes track every movement I make. When I step down from a ledge, his hand lifts before I even stumble. When I pause too long, he asks if I am tired. When I breathe a little too sharply, he notices.I love him for it yet I resent him for it. “You are hovering,” I tell him without looking back, tugging my gloves tighter as I head toward the stables.“I am breathing,” he replies calmly.“That is not the same thing.” His footsteps slow, but they never stop. I can feel him behind me, solid
SONG OF THE CHAPTER: TO ZION - LAURYN HILLIVARA'S POV: The night settles heavy over the Draven compound completely thick with smoke and memory and blood that has not yet dried in the soil. The air still smells like fire and iron and grief. Wolves move quietly beyond the walls, rebuilding what was shattered, burying what was lost. Victory does not feel like triumph. It feels like survival with teeth marks. I stand at the balcony outside Ronan’s chambers, fingers resting on cold stone. The moon hangs low, swollen and bright, watching me like it knows too much. My wolf stirs beneath my skin, restless and aching. The bond hums low and constant like a second heartbeat. Behind me, Ronan moves closer. I can feel him before I hear him. His presence is like heat against my back, grounding and swxy all at once.Am I seriously getting horny right now?“You should rest,” he says.“So should you,” I answer.Neither of us moves. The silence between us stretches, filled with everything
SONG OF THE CHAPTER: DAUGHTER OF THE SUN BY KATIE TUPPER.IVARA'S POV: The first warning arrives in the form of a scream.It rises from the far edge of the Draven compound, sounding sharp and terrified, cutting through the night like a blade. I jerk upright in my bed, the blankets tangling around my legs. My entire body still aches from fever, but the sound drags me out of the fog instantly. My wolf stirs beneath my skin, restless and alert.Then a second scream follows. Then the unmistakable sound of gunfire. The compound erupts into chaos. I stagger to my feet, feeling dizzy for only a moment before adrenaline clears my mind. My fingers curl around the nearest weapon, a daggger resting against the bedside table. I pull it free and race toward the door. The hallway is already filled with shouting. Draven wolves sprint past me, half-shifted and ready for battle. The ground trembles under the weight of heavy footsteps. I catch sight of Cassian turning a corner, barking orders,
SONG OF THE CHAPTER: WHO KNOWS BY DANIEL CAESER.IVARA'S POV: The fever settles over me like a second skin. It is thick, suffocating, and relentless. My body feels too heavy to move, yet too restless to stay still. Every breath burns as if I am inhaling fire. The silver poisoning has returned with a force, crawling through my veins like ice wrapped in flames, twisting my wolf and shredding whatever strength I have left. I drift in and out of consciousness, caught between darkness and the blurry outline of the room around me. Sometimes I can hear footsteps or muffled voices. Sometimes I can feel hands trying to cool me down. Most of it disappears into the fog.But one voice never fades. “Ivara. Look at me. Please, just open your eyes.” Ronan’s voice pulls me from the haze again. His tone is rough, tired, and strained in a way I have rarely heard from him. When I manage to open my eyes, everything swims. His face slowly comes into focus. His hair is messy and his jaw is shad
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