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THE DARK HEIR

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​Alaric’s POV

​She was sleeping again.

​I stood by the window of the bedroom, watching the sun begin to rise over the skyline. Elena was curled into a ball on the bed, her breathing soft and rhythmic. The gold key was still clutched in her hand.

​She had stopped fighting. For now.

​But I knew the peace wouldn't last. The Thorne blood was active now. I could feel it pulsing through the penthouse. It was like a third person was in the room with us. A dark, hungry presence that was growing stronge
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  • THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST   THE DARK HEIR

    ​Alaric’s POV​She was sleeping again.​I stood by the window of the bedroom, watching the sun begin to rise over the skyline. Elena was curled into a ball on the bed, her breathing soft and rhythmic. The gold key was still clutched in her hand.​She had stopped fighting. For now.​But I knew the peace wouldn't last. The Thorne blood was active now. I could feel it pulsing through the penthouse. It was like a third person was in the room with us. A dark, hungry presence that was growing stronger every hour.​I looked at my own hands. The scars were glowing faintly. The Beast was quiet because she was near, but I could feel it waiting. It knew she was the key. It knew she was the only one who could give it what it wanted—a new body. A fresh start.​I had told her the truth about her father. Mostly. I hadn't told her the part where I had to kill the men who betrayed him. I hadn't told her that the "Board of Directors" were actually a group of ancient families who had been hunting the Th

  • THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST   THE CLOCKWISE CLINIC

    ​Elena’s POV​Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Mr. Thorne?" a woman's voice called out. It was sharp and professional. "The medical team is ready. We need to run the first blood panel."​Alaric stood up and smoothed his hair. The vulnerable man disappeared, replaced instantly by the cold CEO. "Come in, Dr. Vance," he said.​The door opened, and a woman in a white lab coat walked in, followed by two nurses carrying a mobile ultrasound machine. She looked at me with cold, calculating eyes. She didn't see a woman. She saw a laboratory.​"Is this the subject?" the doctor asked.​"This is my wife," Alaric corrected her. The word hit me like a physical punch. "And you will treat her with more respect than you treat yourself. If she loses even a single drop of blood more than necessary, I will personally see to it that you never practice medicine again."​"Of course, Mr. Thorne," the doctor said, her face going pale.​Alaric looked at me one last time. "I’ll be in the study. Don't f

  • THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST   THE VELVET PRISON

    Elena’s POV​The penthouse didn't look like a museum anymore. It looked like a cage. A very beautiful, very expensive cage made of glass and gold.​Alaric didn't say a word as the elevator glided back up to the 125th floor. He held me against his chest the whole time. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, even through his damp sweater. I wanted to pull away. I wanted to scream. But my body felt like lead. The run through the rain and the shock of his words had drained everything out of me. He walked straight to the master bedroom—a room I had only seen in shadows a few hours ago—and placed me on the edge of the massive, silk-covered bed.​"Don't move," he commanded. It wasn't a request. It was the growl of a king.​I watched him walk to a small hidden bar in the corner. He poured a glass of amber liquid and drank it in one go. His back was to me. I could see the tension in his shoulders. Even from across the room, I could hear his breathing. It was heavy, like a bellows. It w

  • THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST   THE HUNT

    Elena’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

  • THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST   THE BITTER SUN

    Elena’s POV​The 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

  • THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST   THE PRICE OF THE TRUTH

    Elena’s POV​The 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

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