LOGINRoman My hand gripped the door frame, the wood groaning slightly under my palm as I held Dahlia pinned against it. She was looking up at me, her blue eyes wide, bright and completely aware of the damage she was doing. She wanted a reaction, she was begging for one. I didn't give her one. I forced my breathing to slow, pushing down the heavy, steady thud of my wolf's pulse in my ears. My eyes traced the line of her throat, down to the ridiculous sliver fabric that barely covered her chest. She was practically naked. The back of the dress didn't exist, all smooth golden skin down to her hips. Any other wolf would have had her pinned on the nearest flat surface by now. I was not any other wolf, that was the only thing keeping my hands off her. "Maybe I want to get burned, bodyguard," she whispered, her lips parting with that small challenging smile. "Maybe I want to see what happens when a machine like you breaks." "You don't know what you're asking for," I said. My voice came
Dahlia The next morning, I didn't wake up angry. I woke up calculating. The revelation of the encrypted message had changed the rules of the game. I was no longer just a spoiled Alpha's daughter trying to run off from a pesky bodyguard because I wanted my freedom. I was a woman fighting for survival, trapped with a man who was either my ultimate savior or my most dangerous enemy. To get the truth, I needed him weak, vulnerable and stripped of that suffocating, robotic professionalism. I walked over to the old cedar wardrobe standing in the corner of the bedroom. Roman had apparently brought a single duffel bag of my belongings from the estate before it burned, likely grabbing whatever he could throw into a sack during the chaos. I unzipped it, flipping through the contents until my fingers brushed against something metallic and heavy. A dress. Not just any dress. This was a custom, heavy silk piece I had bought for an elite Alpha gala I never got to attend. It was liquid silver
DahliaThe cabin door had been left open a little, allowing a bit of the night air to cut through the heavy warmth of the interior. I pressed my face near the gap, peeping out into the moonlit clearing.The black SUV sat under the canopy of a massive pine tree, its hood propped open.Roman was leaning over the engine bay, the bright beam of a flashlight held between his teeth as his large hands worked on something deep within the engine. His back was entirely to me, his attention split between the vehicle and the dark perimeter of the forest.I slipped through the doorway like a ghost, the silk of my robe rubbing against my ankles. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the thrill of the hunt. I wasn't trying to escape into the woods.I knew better than to test my luck against a trained predator in his own territory.I had a different target.As I approached the passenger side of the vehicle, shielded from R
DahliaThe morning light filtering through the heavy curtains was thick with dust motes and completely unforgiving.I woke up, if you could even call the miserable, fitful hours of drifting I'd managed "sleep," feeling like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. Every muscle in my body ached, my eyes felt full of sand and the lingering scent of Roman on the pillows was doing unholy things to my temper.I sat up, tossing the heavy wool blanket aside with a frustrated groan. The anger from the night before hadn't dissolved; it had simmered, turning into a thick, volatile sludge at the bottom of my stomach.A mistake.The words repeated in my head, a rhythmic, taunting chant. He had tasted me, he had possessed me with his eyes, he had practically growled into my skin about how I belonged to him and the second things got difficult, he drew a line in the sand and told me to stay on my side of it."Coward," I muttered to the empty room, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.My bar
DahliaThe red eyed rogue didn't even have time to snap his jaws.Before his claws could slice through the air where my throat had been a second ago, Roman moved. He didn't just step in front of me; he became a shield of pure lethal muscle.With a guttural roar that made the wall tremble, Roman caught the attacker mid air, slamming him into the stoned floor with enough force to break the tiles.The rogue recovered with frightening speed. He rolled, sprang back to his feet and lunged again, his claws aiming towards Roman's throat. Roman twisted sideways at the last second, avoiding the strike by inches before driving his elbow hard into the rogue's ribs. Bone cracked. The rogue staggered but didn't fall. Instead, he snarled and launched himself towards me at full speed.I froze but Roman didn't.He intercepted the rogue before he could reach me, wrapping one powerful arm around his neck and wrenching him backward. The man's claws roamed wildly through the air, missing my face by barely
Dahlia We shouldn't have been doing this. Every rational part of my brain was screaming it. He was my bodyguard, my father's employee. A man I'd sworn to break within a week. "Fuck. We shouldn't..." "Stop," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Don't think about it, don't regret it. This doesn't leave this room" Before I could respond, the knock came again. My chest tightened. "Just a moment!" I screamed, already scrambling off the bed. My legs nearly gave out. Roman caught my elbow, steadying me, and for one insane second, we just stared at each other. My father, I mouthed. Roman's jaw tightened. He released me and grabbed his trousers. I'd never dressed so fast in my life. I picked up a random robe in my wardrobe and quickly put it on. My father mustn't see us together. I quickly looked at the mirror. My hair was a mess. "Get me my hair band," I whispered. "What?" I groaned, shifting him to the side and I picked the band on the table and wrapped
Dahlia I licked my lips, tasting the salty taste of Roman cum. Not a single drop wasted. I swallowed everything deliberately. His massive frame towered over me, chest rising and falling like he had run a marathon, hands clenched at his sides as if fighting the urge to drag me back onto his cock.
Roman I wrapped her naked body against my chest, water droplets traced lazy paths down her skin and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Gods, she is beautiful. My eyes trailed slowly from the curve of her neck, down to the swell of her breasts, perfect and heaving as she breaths. Her nipples were ha
DahliaI learned two things about Roman Wolfe in the first twenty four hours. One: The man was a snitch. Two: I couldn't trust him as far as I could throw him and I couldn't throw him at all. The bastard probably weighed twice what I did. I stood in front of my father in his study, head lowered.
Dahlia The third time someone tried to kill me, I was more annoyed than afraid. Mostly because I'd just bought this dress three hours ago, and now there was a very real chance it was about to get ruined by some homicidal asshole's blood. Again. The bass thumped through the floorboards of Th







