LUCIAN.As soon as I step out of the shower, the first thing I notice is the missing sheets. I see them tangled and tossed across the room, almost like she was erasing what had happened.She is standing in the middle of the room, arms folded like she's trying to hold herself together but her expression is betraying her.She looks calm on the outside, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes. Something unspoken.She doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either.I let the towel fall as I walk to the closet.I tug on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while stealing glances in her direction, but by the time I step out, she’s gone.I hear the bathroom door click shut behind her and the water running again.I stand there for a minute, unsure whether I should follow her, knock on the door, and say something, but I resist the urge.I already had a clue of what she might say, that it meant nothing. That it was just a mistake. That she doesn’t care, which might be true, but unfortunately, I do.So
INGRIDThe moment I heard the click of the door locking, I tiptoed out of the shower and peeked through the gap. The bedroom was empty. Lucian had left.A strange, unexpected wave of disappointment washed over me.I wasn't sure what I expected from him—maybe a word, a glance, or a goodbye. Something. Anything would have been nice.Right on cue, Kira’s voice echoes in my head.“So…” she starts, smug and curious.I roll my eyes, ignoring her as I step back under the water, trying to rinse off every trace of what had just happened, but Lucian… Lucian clung to me.Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. His scent, his touch, his breath—all of it is seared into my skin.“Well, that was unexpected,” Kira comments in a low, teasing tone.I try to concentrate on the water trickling down my body, but instead my mind paints vivid memories of Lucian’s chiseled abs, the hard muscles on his back, his strong legs, and that perfect, sculpted ass.My lips parted unconsciously at the thought, an
LUCIAN“Do you have anyone in mind who could be doing this?” Ezra asks as we walk back to the compound.I glance at him and stop in my tracks, debating whether to say what’s on my mind. It’s not a light accusation and I know Ezra won’t like it.“I have someone,” I say flatly, watching him out of the corner of my eye.Ezra stops too, turning toward me, his eyes narrow, his energy shifting.“Who?” he demands, his voice sharp with curiosity and tension.I shake my head, looking away. “You don’t want to know.”He grabs my bicep, stopping me mid-stride, his grip is firm, almost desperate.“You just promised me you wouldn’t keep things from me, Lucian. What’s it been—ten minutes?” he growls, frustration thick in his voice.I sigh deeply, nodding. “Okay, Ezra,” I breathe, my voice low and grave. “But I’m warning you—you’re not going to like it.”He raises a brow, waiting.I part my lips. “I think it’s Aid—”A searing pain explodes through my back mid-sentence and a growl rips from my chest
INGRIDIt has been almost five hours since Lucian and Ezra left, and I can’t sit still.Every time I hear even the slightest noise at the compound gate, I rush to the window, only to be met with disappointment.There is no sign of them—just false hope, over and over again.I thought about talking to Aiden; we could go out and look for them, but he made things awkward between us.He’d come at me so hard about sleeping with Lucian, like I owed him an explanation, like I belonged to him.Another hour passes, and I start to feel this strange, twisting sensation in my gut. Anxiety, maybe.I can’t breathe, so I sit down on the cold floor, hoping it will stop the chaos in my head.Then I hear it—a commotion at the gate.I shoot up and rush to the window, holding my breath as someone staggers through the gates, covered in soot and clearly injured.My heart stops waiting for another figure to appear behind him, but no one comes in.I squint my eyes, trying to see through the haze, and that’s w
LUCIAN"I’ve never seen someone last this long under torture," a voice sneers, almost in awe.A sharp crack splits the air, followed by a searing pain across my stomach as the whip lands again.I let out a low, guttural growl, my breath shuddering in my lungs.My arms are numb from being suspended for so long, my wrists are torn raw where the ropes dig into them and every muscle in my body trembles under the weight I can no longer bear."Has he said anything yet?" Logan’s voice cuts through the haze."No," someone answers. "Still repeating the same line, that the last time he saw Ingrid was when he bit her."Logan steps closer, and I feel his fingers grip my jaw, forcing my head up.I blink through the blood and sweat, meeting his eyes with what little defiance I can muster."You’re a tough one, aren’t you?" he snarls, studying me like a broken prize. "Makes sense you’re the Alpha."He releases me with a shove and turns away."I think he’s had enough for today. Untie him from the ceil
INGRIDTwo days have never felt longer in my life. Ezra finally woke up, but he’s still weak.His body is struggling to recover from the wolfsbane smoke and the burns that scorched his arm and shoulder.The pack nurse says he’s healing slower than usual, and though he’s trying to mask it, I can see the pain still lingers in his every breath.He needs more time to recover but Lucian might not have that luxury. He might even be dead for all we know.I’ve spent the last two days training harder than I ever have before, pushing myself past exhaustion, running drills with the pack warriors who volunteered, and poring over every map and scouting report I could find.I’ve studied every possible location where Silas could be hiding. Every abandoned fort, hidden dungeon, and even all the properties I know he owns. I’ve barely slept.Ezra could see how hard I was working on planning to get him back, and at one point, he asked why I was doing this even though I had mentioned I hated him several
LUCIANBy the time the third day rolls around, I can barely see.My eyes are swollen shut, crusted in blood. My head throbs with the unrelenting sound of ringing—like war drums pulsing behind my skull.Every inch of my body is either bruised, broken, or burning.After Silas left, Logan took over, and he has been using every method of torture he could find. Silver blades, wolfsbane-laced whips, even mind tricks I didn’t think hunters were capable of.It reached a point where my wolf stepped in and helped me shut it all off. The physical pain. The emotional torment and the humiliation of being bound and beaten like an animal.I became numb and let Logan do what he pleased with me until he got tired and left.At some point, I heard the others talk in whispers and disbelief.“He should’ve cracked by now.” One said.“Maybe we should just kill him.” Another one chipped in.But I knew Logan wouldn’t have it. He’s obsessed and determined to make me talk and give up Ingrid. I even heard him me
INGRIDI didn’t sleep. Not even for a second.The entire night I tossed and turned, because I was too restless, too anxious, and too desperate to leave.I kept replaying all the possible routes and locations where Silas might be hiding Lucian, because every second we wasted out there, Lucian could be dying.By the time the sky began to turn from black to grey, I was already out of bed, dressed, and heading to the compound. Everyone is still asleep, not even the birds are awake yet.I make my way into the kitchen and grab whatever supplies we might need. Water, rations, and a few herbs for healing.I pack everything into a travel bag with shaking hands, forcing myself to stay focused. I sit on the bench near the entrance and begin tapping my foot impatiently, my thoughts already halfway into the forest.A few minutes later, I hear footsteps coming from the house.“Morning,” Ezra greets as he approaches and joins me on the bench. He’s limping, but he looks stronger than he was yesterday
LUCIANI gaze down at her, both of us frozen in the moment.Slowly, I tilt my head down, our foreheads coming together. I lean in closer, waiting for her to make the first move, just to be sure she desires me as much as I crave her.My lips hover just above hers as we share shallow breaths."Are you going to kiss me or not, Lucian?" she barks out, impatient. I don't waste another second; my mouth meets hers, and I kiss her with desperate urgency.My hands move to the back of her neck, closing the remaining distance between us, and in response, her hands find their way to my back, grasping tightly enough for me to feel her nails digging in.Today, she's different from the other day; she is hungrier for me, which only fuels my own desire.I spin her around and pin her against the pool wall, my fingers slowly sliding up her inner thighs.She lets out a small moan and spreads her legs, granting me permission.I slip a finger beneath her panties, and tease her by gently caressing her clit.
LUCIAN.I couldn’t believe what I was reading.Each page felt like a dagger to the heart — like I was being dragged deeper into a truth I never asked for.At first, I told myself the journals were just stories. Just fiction. Maybe even training manuals or old records from long ago.But the moment I read the words rogues and torture, the denial started to crumble.Page after page, it got worse.They had brought in a hunter and made a deal with him.His job was to “reform” the rogues or eliminate them if they were too violent. As if reforming ever meant to torture.I start to imagine how they might have convinced themselves they were doing it for the good of the pack. For peace, even order.But peace doesn’t come from pain. And order can never be built on blood.After Ingrid left the room, I found myself sifting through the letters and the rest of the journals she had tried to show me earlier — the ones I refused to believe.Among them, I found another journal.This one was my mother’s.
LUCIAN"So, who is Thomas Blackwood?" Lucian asks, pointing to the name scrawled at the bottom of the parchment.I stretch out my hand, pick up the hunter's manual, and place it in front of him."Probably the same man who wrote this," I mutter, my eyes flicking between the book and the letter.Lucian opens the manual and begins flipping through its pages, starting slowly and then speeding up.With every line he reads, I see the shift in his expression. His jaw clenches, and his hands curl into fists, followed by his eyes beginning to burn red with fury."They did all these things to me, Ingrid, everything written in this book," he blurts, slamming the book shut.I nod silently, sympathizing with him."Is he the author?" Lucian asks, his eyes locking with mine.I shake my head quickly. "No. But I think... his father was."Lucian jolts up so fast his chair screeches backward.He slams his hand down on the desk with force that a cloud of dust bursts into the air.I cough as it fills my l
INGRID.I hadn’t laughed like that in such a long time.It was refreshing seeing Lucian freak out like that, mainly because he always looks so uptight and in control. Like nothing could ever catch him off guard.But somehow... I did.After breakfast, he heads back upstairs, and I remain behind to clear the kitchen and wash the dishes just in case we need them later.Once I’m done, I decide to explore the house a little more, especially if we’re going to be stuck here longer than planned.I start on the ground floor, wandering from room to room, admiring the furniture and the paintings on the walls.They are everywhere. Like his parents were obsessed with art or something.Everything in this house looks custom made. Handcrafted and one of a kind. The other houses Lucian owns don’t come close to this.I make it to the end of the hallway and spot a narrow staircase leading down to what must be the basement.Curious, I head down to see the wine cellar Lucian mentioned to me.At the bottom
LUCIANSleeping next to Ingrid turns out to be one of the worst ideas I’ve had in a long time.The moment I heard her quietly slip into the bed, my heart started pounding, and I could feel the sweat gathering on my back under the sheets.She isn’t anywhere near me; she had made sure to lie as far as possible, but it doesn’t matter. My body still betrays me, aching for her in ways I can’t control.I close my eyes and try to focus on getting some rest. I toss, turn, and even count to a thousand in my head.Eventually, exhaustion wins, and I drift into a shallow sleep. But it doesn’t last.I am jolted awake by sounds. Soft, pained whimpers coming from her side of the bed.I blink my eyes open in the darkness and switch on the bedside lamp.Ingrid looks restless.Her head keeps thrashing lightly from side to side, her fingers clawing at the headboard. She moves her legs as if she is trying to escape something. She must be trapped in a nightmare.I slide closer to her and gently place a h
INGRID“Mmh.. what is that smell?” Kira’s voice jolts me awake.I open my eyes slowly, disoriented for a moment.I look down and notice I’m still wrapped in a towel, lying above the comforter where I must have passed out after soaking my body in bath salts for almost an hour.My body feels relaxed, but my senses are immediately drawn to the sweet, mouthwatering scent wafting through the air.I sit up, stretch my feet out of bed, and yawn. Kira’s right, something smells heavenly.I drag myself to the dusty closet and open it only to find a surprising assortment of clothes that happen to be my size.I sift through them quickly and pick out a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, brush my hair, and tie it into a high ponytail.This somewhat makes me feel human again.I head downstairs, my bare feet silent against the old floorboards. The scent grows stronger with every step until I find myself standing at the threshold of the kitchen.Lucian is there, in the middle of the room, sleeves rol
LUCIAN."How much further are we walking, Lucian? I'm tired," Ingrid whines from behind, her footsteps growing slower with each passing minute."We should have taken the truck," she adds with a frustrated sigh.I turn my head just enough to arch a brow at her, but don’t slow my pace.“That truck might have a tracker hidden somewhere, Ingrid,” I explain curtly, even though I had a few more times. “I can’t risk any of them finding us.”I don’t wait for her to argue back, I simply turn back around and keep moving, weaving between the trees."You haven’t even told me where we’re going," she points out after a few moments of heavy silence. "Is it to a motel or something?"I almost laugh, at how cute she is. Like I would sleep in some cheap motel.“No, not a motel,” I reply glancing at her over my shoulder. "I know somewhere better. Somewhere we can lie low for a few days until we can come up with a real plan."She falls silent for a few moments, and I think maybe she's given up complaining
INGRIDI see movement from where Lucian lies, and instinctively, I lean forward in my chair, my body tense, hoping he’s finally awake.I watch as his eyes flutter open, and relief floods through me like a crashing wave. I jolt from my seat and rush to his bedside, my heart pounding in my chest."How are you feeling? Have you healed?" I ask quickly, stretching out my hand toward his shoulder, desperate to check for myself.He shits, gritting his teeth slightly as he forces himself to sit up."Yes. I’ve healed." He mumbles.I give him a faint smile and nod, swallowing the lump of exhaustion caught in my throat."Good. That's good. You've been out for almost two days," I mutter, my voice coming out hoarse from lack of sleep.Lucian arches his brow, clearly surprised. "You haven’t slept the whole time?" he asks, concern laced in his voice.I sigh heavily, rubbing my tired eyes with my palm. "Someone had to keep watch... just in case," I respond casually, even though my body screams with f
INGRID."We're here," I pant, my voice barely above a whisper as I come to a halt in front of the old abandoned cabin.The place looks even more broken than I remembered—boards hanging loose, windows cracked, the front porch sagging like it might collapse under our weight."How do you know this place?" Lucian asks, his eyes scanning the woods, then flicking warily back to the cabin.I hesitate before answering, the old hurt rising like smoke in my chest."It's where I stayed when you chased me out of your territory," I blurt, my throat tightening.The words hang in the air for a moment, causing a little bit of tension.Lucian looks away in pretense, and changes the subject quickly."Are you sure it’s safe?" he asks, his hand pressing against his stomach almost instinctively."Yes," I respond quickly. "I'm sure, they probably think we’ve already left Shadow Ridge by now."I climb the creaking steps onto the porch and peek inside through a broken window. "It’s clear!" I call back. "No o