LOGINHe’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?
View MoreIvara’s POV:The dream does not come to me gently. Instead, it crashes into me with heat and light, dragging me out of sleep and throwing me into a place that feels too real to be imagined. I am standing in a wide, empty field where the ground is blackened and cracked with ash drifting lazily through the air like falling snow. Beneath my feet, thin lines of silver glow faintly, pulsing as if the earth itself has a heartbeat.The air smells sharp and metallic, burning my lungs with every breath I take.When I lift my hands, my breath catches in my throat.Silver fire runs beneath my skin, glowing through my veins, slow and deliberate, as if something ancient is waking up inside me. It does not hurt at first. Instead, it feels powerful and intoxicating like something I was always meant to carry and only just remembered.“Ivara.”The sound of my name makes me turn. Ronan stands a few steps away, his chest stained dark with blood, his expression tight with fear he is trying desperatel
Ivara’s POV : I just realized that power has a smell. I do not notice it until the council chamber fills.It smells like old iron, smoke soaked leather, and wolves who have survived too many wars to believe in mercy anymore. It clings to the stone walls and coils around the long table where the Draven elders sit, shoulders squared, eyes sharp, voices already edged with tension before a single word is spoken. I stand at Ronan’s side, my spine straight, my hands steady even as something heavy settles in my chest.They are not looking at me. They are looking through me.At what I carry. Ronan’s hand rests lightly at the small of my back, grounding and possessive all at once. It is the only thing keeping my temper from snapping loose like a blade. “The pack must consider the future,” Elder Marrek says, his voice rough with age and authority. “We are not speaking of sentiment. We are speaking of survival.”I already hate where this is going. “The child will be Draven,” anoth
Ivara’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: Love the way you lie by Rihanna and Eminem.IVARA'S POV: The pull is instant, a wildfire roaring through my chest, and I stagger back instinctively. My pulse is thundering, ears ringing with the echo of engines and snarls. He’s looking at me... Ronan Draven, the man whose bl
SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Animal I have become- Three Days Grace. IVARA'S POV: The neon sign flickers above the rusted roadhouse, buzzing like a dying insect. Its pale red light cuts through the darkness of the desert highway, painting jagged shadows across cracked asphalt. The engines roar, an
SONG OF THE CHAPTER : Monster by Imagine DragonsIVARA'S POV: The morning smells like ash and gasoline, the remnants of last night’s chaos clinging to everything. Smoke curls from the edges of burned tires where hunters tried and failed to claim our wolves. My wolf growls beneath my ribs, r
SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Gasoline by HalseyIVARA'S POV: The night smells of gunpowder and burned rubber, a metallic tang lingering in my nostrils as I skid the bike to a stop. My wolf growls beneath my skin, senses alert. I should’ve known something was off because everywhere is too quiet and too c
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