MasukTiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tightens the invisible thread pulling them together. When a near-fatal accident on the cliffs pushes Ross into her life more violently than either of them intended, the dynamic shifts. Ross grows protective yet distant, drawn to Tiana in ways he cannot accept – while she fights her own confusion over the man beneath the frost. As the annual island festival approaches, tensions rise. Tiana becomes a target for the island’s elite women, whose humiliation of her sparks a dangerous, possessive reaction in Ross. Social pressure thickens, rumours spread, and the boundaries of employer and servant begin to blur into something darker, deeper, and irresistibly intimate. But everything changes the night Tiana slips into a forbidden study and uncovers the truth about Ross’s past – a past woven with loss, guilt, and secrets buried beneath the island’s stormy surface. Now she must decide. Can she love a man built from shadows? And can Ross love someone brave enough to walk into the darkness he’s spent years trying to hide?
Lihat lebih banyakAs the alarm went off I rolled over to hit the snooze button then realized it was 3 AM. I jumped out of bed and headed to the restroom in my hut. After being kicked out of the pack house I was shunned to this small hut in pack lands.
The hut was my home even though everyone basically saw it as me sleeping in a cardboard box. It had a open room and a tiny restroom with a shower. It was built for me because no one wanted me around or to use the pack house facilities. I am the disgrace of the South Texas Pack.
I have my duties to hold my place in this pack, I cook all the meals for the 300 pack members. I have to stay out of everybody's way considering that is my only way I can stay and have a home if it was even considered that.
When I was five the pack found me curled in a ball in the corner of my families old house. My parents layed on the floor in their own blood. The alpha was outraged that his beta was dead. Even though I was a child the pack has blamed me, not once trying to find out the truth behind my parents death. All I remember from that night was waking up to a loud sound, running down the stairs to find my parents already gone.
That night still haunts me. Being seventeen and having to raise myself has not been easy. With being punished every chance the pack got I was already ready to give up. There was always a little voice in the back of my mind pushing me not to, and for some reason I have listened to it for the past twelve years. After I have showered and got dressed I walked to the pack house. As I was walking to the kitchen I stopped by a mirror and saw how I have let myself go. My strawberry blonde hair was not as healthy as it should be, my hazel eyes were dull with despair, and my cheekbones showed way more than they should have."Lilith"
I turned to see one of the pack warriors coming down the stairs getting ready for shift change guarding the land. I recognized him right away, "I'm sorry, Adam, I will go cook breakfast now". I didn't realize I was standing in front of the mirror for so long. As I walked past him I didn't dare look up as I knew by the way he said my name how he would look, disgusted.
When I was done with breakfast I made my way to grab a piece of bread since that was what I was allowed. I was expected to survive off of three pieces a day. The reason for my poor nutrition, and nobody cared. I have a feeling that this is what they wanted a slow death.
As I was walking out the door before anyone noticed me I ran into somebody. I glanced up only to see who it was and automatically dropped my gaze and head. At six foot tall and built the way every woman dreamed about. Silas, the alpha's son, stood there and said, "How about you get a move on and next time don't ruin my clothes with your disgrace".
He shoved me hard so that I fell to the floor and had to scramble up clumsily. Noticing he moved out from the door I ran as fast as I could to my home. I graduated the previous year. Yes, I know i'm a little young to already have graduated high school, but I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I didn't have the money to go to the community college like a lot of the pack, so I stayed and worked here for the little they gave me which isn't much at all.
I flopped down on my bed and realized tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday. I didn't realize how much time has passed. With not being able to shift into my wolf and turning eighteen means finding your mate, but I don't think it's possible for me. I fear if I was to find him he wouldn't want me and would reject me.Before I noticed I was waking up again to banging on my door. I walked over and pulled the door open revealing my alpha.
"Lilith, tomorrow is your birthday and I have come up with two options for you", he said with distaste.
"Yes, alpha", I replied with my head bowed showing respect.
"Option one, You leave the pack and move on with your life, which is the kindest thing I can offer you at the moment", he paused, "Option two, You continue to do what you do for the pack and when the time comes you will break and nobody will mourn you", he announced.
"I will let you know tomorrow of what I choose, but I have no where to go, and at that y'all are who I know", I paused before finishing, "I will announce my decision in front of the whole Pack before breakfast".
I could feel his eyes on me as he thought about what to say, and I was afraid he would slap me for wanting to wait until the morning. All he said was, "Fine", and walked out slamming my door in my face.
And than that's when I realized I had the most important decision in my life to make tonight.
The truth spread across Lycan Isle like fire.By afternoon, the island gathered. Ross stood before them, Tiana at his side, Mark and the guards flanking the steps. Faces turned upward, fear and curiosity etched into every line.“Nathaniel Lycan is dead,” Ross said. “Not by my hand. But by my failure to protect him.”A murmur rippled through the crowd.“I allowed power to blind me,” he continued. “I allowed silence to fester. That ends today.”He outlined the confessions, the arrests, the exile decreed for Vivienne Hart, the charges laid against Clara. He did not soften the truth. He did not shield himself from blame.When he finished, the silence that followed was not hostile. It was solemn.Later, as the sun dipped low and the sea burned gold, Ross stood alone at the cliff’s edge again. This time, Tiana found him there without fear.“It’s over,” she said.“It’s finished,” he corrected softly. “Not over.”She stepped beside him, their shoulders nearly touching. “You did the right thing
They found the blood where the servant had said they would – dark against the pale stone, smeared as if someone had been dragged.Ross dismounted first, scanning the ground with trained precision. There were footprints – multiple, overlapping. Signs of a struggle.And something else.A scrap of fabric, torn and caught on a thorn bush. Tiana recognized it instantly. Her breath caught. “That’s mine.”Ross turned sharply. “What?”“I wore that yesterday,” she said. “Under my coat.”The realization struck like a blow.“The council aide,” Ross said. “He was the only witness.”A shout echoed from farther down the path. They followed it to the edge of the cliff, where the ground narrowed dangerously. A guard stood frozen near the edge, pointing downward.Ross stepped forward and stopped.Below, far below, the sea crashed violently against the rocks. And caught on a jagged outcrop halfway down the cliff was a length of rope. Freshly cut.Ross’s blood ran cold. “Tiana,” he said slowly. “Did you
Morning came to Lycan Isle without ceremony. There was no triumphant sunrise, no cleansing light to promise renewal. Instead, the sky unfolded in layers of grey and silver, clouds dragging low over the cliffs as though the island itself were weary of what’s to come. The sea churned below, restless but restrained, its rhythm steady enough to suggest patience rather than peace.Ross woke before the bells.He lay still for a moment, listening to the breath beside him, to the faint cry of gulls outside the tall windows, to the distant murmur of guards changing shifts. His body ached in that deep, familiar way that came not from battle but from restraint, from holding too much in for too long.Tiana slept curled against him, her head resting on his chest, her arm thrown over his waist as if claiming him even in unconsciousness. The bandage on her arm peeked from beneath the sleeve of his shirt, stark white against her skin. The sight tightened something in his chest again, though not as sha
After fire, after blood, after the sharp edge of almost-death, Lycan Isle slipped into a hush so complete it felt unnatural, as if the island itself were holding its breath. The torches along the cliff path burned low, their flames bowing to a wind that had lost its anger but not its warning. Dawn had not yet come. The sky lingered in that uncertain blue-black hour where night had loosened its grip but refused to let go entirely.Ross sat alone in the west study.Not the hidden one. Not the room that carried Nathaniel’s ghost in its walls and floorboards and dust-heavy silence. This was a room meant for order – ledgers stacked neatly, maps of the island framed and precise, the kind of space that had once convinced Ross he could control chaos if he arranged it carefully enough.Tonight, even that illusion had abandoned him.He sat with his elbows braced on the desk, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone white, his head bowed. His jacket lay discarded on the floor where he h
Work passed slowly after – routine organizing, sorting estate documents, ironing clothes, ferrying files between offices. But all through the day, she kept replaying Ross’s words.You see things others don’t. You look presentable in almost anything. Not everyone sees clearly.By evening, she was res
The rain had fallen through most of the night, thin and cold, tapping lightly against the glass panes. By morning, mist curled around the mansion like a shy creature reluctant to lift its veil. Tiana pushed open her window, letting the chill morning air sweep across her face and arms. The sea below
The sky over Lycan Isle was a deep, metallic grey – the kind that hinted at rain without ever fully delivering it. The island breathed in a low, steady rhythm, the sea dragging its heavy waves across the jagged rocks below the mansion. To Tiana, it felt as though the entire world was hushed, listeni
The morning arrived with a fragile calm, as if the island itself had exhaled after the storm’s fury. A gentle mist hovered over the jagged cliffs, softening their sharp edges against the restless sea below. Tiana stepped outside into the cool, salt-scented air, letting it fill her lungs. For once, t












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