Masuk“Of all the places he could’ve stayed away from, he chose the one I was in.”—Sh Rivera~• “What are you doing here?” The rage that burned inside me was unmatched. He slid into the empty space next to me. “It’s a Rosta Coast gathering, I am supposed to be here.” Right. If anything, I was the one in the wrong place. I couldn’t stand another second next to him. “Then excuse me,” I stood, ready to leave when he caught me by the wrist. He stepped in front of me. “Wait, I miss you.” His mouth curved into that same sheepish half-smile I once thought was charming. That smile that used to undo me. “Let’s talk things through.” I yanked my wrist free. “Don’t you dare touch me. There’s nothing to talk about.” He arched a brow. “You can’t actually be serious, Ri.” “Where’s your girl from earlier?” I shot back. “You’ve already disregarded her too, haven’t you?” He chuckled. “Don’t tell me you actually believed that. C’mon Rivera, don’t let that misunderstanding come between
“The enemy of my enemy isn't my friend, he’s just another man waiting for his time to strike.” Rivera~• “—The party’s set for tonight. Every Alpha in Rosta Coast will be there,” Axel to Zayen. “You sure you want to go through with it? After last night—” Zayen cut him off without even looking up. “Last night changed nothing. We’ll find my Veyla Dust.” There was a party? From my hiding spot behind the tall portrait in his office, I tilted slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of them through the thin crack. He was still in his shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tension carved into every line of his body. Axel stood opposite him, hands behind his back like the loyal soldier he was. Three hours ago, I woke up uncuffed, and with two stone-faced men following me around. Apparently, Zayen had assigned them to monitor my every move. I managed to slip away after breakfast and into Zayen’s office looking for something. Anything I could find that gave me leverag
“A man without enemies is already dead. A man without a woman is half-dead.”-Sh. Zayen~• If someone had told me a fragile little angel would have my cock this hard, and this close to snapping my restraint in less than two days into marriage, I’d have probably laughed in their face and maybe slit their throat for the insult. Earlier, I’d gotten a call from one of my capos. He’d found my sister and my wife in some godforsaken club, grinding against nobodies who clearly didn't value their lives. Zorah, I could almost excuse. She lived to corrupt. But Rivera? Rivera was different. She was testing me in ways no one ever had. And it didn’t help matters that I enjoyed it more than I should. Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight. The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Eve
“Everyone in Rosta Coast knows better than to test a Morozov wolf.”-Sh.Rivera~•I tried to pull away from the brunette dizzy from alcohol and the reckless burn still humming under my skin, but someone beat me to it, both men were shoved back, stumbling into the crowd.Before I could process what was happening, strong hands clamped around my wrist. My breath caught and the next thing I knew I was being dragged out of the club.The atmosphere outside was much cooler than the heat from inside which froze my skin at contact.Outside, Zorah stood already with a pale and tight face. Axel hovered near her, his hand protective on her wrist.But what truly made my blood run cold was the moment my eyes locked with the Zayen who was now standing by a parked Bentley.Even under the dim streetlight, I could see his jaw locked and his lips pressed into a thin, dangerous line.His head snapped up the moment he saw me, and in his eyes burned a storm that made my legs tremble.“Axel," he called, e
“The line between sin and desire is always blurred in the dark.”-Sh.Rivera~•8:30pmIf hell had a waiting room, it would look exactly like this club. It was everything Mamma had trained me against but still here I was.The dress Zorah insisted I wear was too short, too tight, too revealing and hugged tightly parts of my body I didn’t want noticed, leaving my back completely bare.We’d officially been here for thirty minutes, and I had already begun to question my decision. Zorah, on the other hand, looked like sin in heels, sleek black dress hugging her figure, blonde hair loose around her shoulders. She had even managed to trick the bodyguards and sneak us out without them noticing.But nothing prepared me for how loud the music would be, at this point I could barely hear my own thoughts.Zorah had already draped herself over two different guys, a blond and a brunette, grinding against each one of them in ways I doubted were viewer-appropriate. Each one with their lips buried into
Rivera ~•“Every command was a sentence, every touch a warning I silently craved.”—Sh.He had to be bluffing when he’d mentioned “punishment” or so I thought.But I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t the least bit scared of what his punishment might be. And an even bigger liar if I said it didn’t turn me on the slightest.I’d read it in dark novels countless of times, whenever the male lead promised punishment, it never meant anything good. My pulse throbbed with a mix of dread and heat I was scared of admiting.But it wasn’t until he paused in front of the east wing—his wing—that my heart fell to my stomach. “You can’t be serious,” I said, already feeling my pulse quicken.He said nothing to me, nodding at the staff who trailed behind us with my bags instead.“Are you out of your mind? I am not a child, you know!” I barked. “It’s bad enough that I have to stay in this place, now you expect me to share a room with you?”My things were being carried in by the maids while Zayen stood







