INICIAR SESIÓNIn a city of cold glass and dark secrets, the Thorne family rules with an iron fist and a hidden curse. For a hundred years, the "Beast" has lived in their blood, fueled by the power they stole from the Sterling family. Elena Sterling thought she was just a girl from the gutters, trying to save her dying father. She didn't know that her blood held the Sterling Spark—the only light capable of taming the darkness. When she is forced into a contract with the cold and powerful Alaric Thorne, she expects a prison. Instead, she finds a man fighting a war inside his own soul. As Alaric’s curse grows out of control, Elena’s hidden power awakens. Together, they must flee the city, face the ghosts of their ancestors in a shadow dimension, and discover the truth of a lineage that could save or destroy the world. But the Council is watching. They want the power of their child—the first "Balance" the world has seen in centuries. Can Elena and Alaric survive the hunt and reclaim their home, or will the legacy of the Beast swallow the Spark forever?
Ver másElena’s POV"Go! Go! Go!" Jax screamed. He didn't even stop to grab his coat. He just snatched his laptop and shoved it into his backpack.The red light on the computer screen was still flashing. It felt like a heartbeat—Alaric’s heartbeat. He was coming. I could feel it in the air. The room suddenly felt too small, too hot. That strange spark in my stomach was glowing again, like a tiny heater inside my skin.We ran out the back door of the warehouse. The air outside was cold and smelled like old rain and car exhaust. My blue silk dress was ruined. The hem was torn, and I had kicked off my high heels so I could run faster. My bare feet hit the cold, dirty pavement, but I didn't care about the pain."This way!" Jax pulled me into a dark alleyway.The city was waking up. I could hear the sounds of distant sirens and the rumble of garbage trucks. But over all that noise, I heard something else. It was a low, heavy sound.Vroom.A black SUV turned the corner at the end of the bloc
Elena’s POVThe sun was too bright. It cut through the dark curtains of the penthouse like a golden knife. I opened my eyes and felt the soft, expensive silk of the pillows against my face. For a second, I forgot where I was. I felt warm and safe.Then, I felt the heavy weight of an arm across my waist.Memory hit me like a physical blow to the stomach. The gala. The wine. The scars on Alaric’s back. The way I had fallen into the arms of the man I was supposed to destroy.I looked down. Alaric was still asleep. Without the angry look on his face, he didn't look like a "Beast." He looked like a man who hadn't slept in years. His dark hair was messy, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks. He looked peaceful.But I couldn't be peaceful.Slowly, very slowly, I lifted his arm. I held my breath, waiting for him to wake up and growl at me. He didn't move. He just let out a deep, quiet sigh.I slipped out of the bed. My legs felt weak, and my head was spinning. I felt a str
Elena’s POVThe penthouse was silent, but my head was screaming.Alaric knew who I was. The secret I had carried for ten years—my real name, my real family—was gone in a single second. I felt naked, even though I was still wearing my blue silk dress. I looked into his amber eyes. They weren't cold anymore. They were burning."Why?" I whispered. My voice shook. "If you knew I was a Sterling, why did you bring me up here? Why didn't you call the police?"Alaric stepped closer. He was so tall that I had to tilt my head back to see him. Without his shirt, he looked like a giant. The muscles in his chest were hard, and his skin was warm. He smelled like wood and expensive soap."The police are for boring criminals," Alaric said. His voice was deep and smooth, like honey. "You are not boring, Elena. You are the daughter of the man I hated the most. And yet, when you touched me in the ballroom, the pain in my head stopped. For the first time in months, I didn't feel like a monster."He
Elena’s POVThe private elevator did not move like a normal machine. It didn't jerk or hum; it glided upward with a silent, pressurized force that made my ears pop and my stomach drop. The interior was a small, suffocating box of polished mahogany and gold leaf. In the reflection of the mirror-finished doors, I could see the two of us standing there—a study in contrast. I was a splash of midnight blue, trembling and small, while Alaric was a towering shadow, his white shirt stained a deep, bloody crimson from the wine.The silence was heavy. It wasn't the kind of silence that meant nothing was happening; it was the kind of silence that preceded a lightning strike. I could hear the rhythmic ticking of the elevator's internal clock and the faint, frantic drumming of my own heart. I kept my eyes fixed on the digital floor indicator. 105... 108... 112... We were climbing far above the city, away from the witnesses, away from the safety of the crowd.I reached up, pretending to fix a l






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