LOGINShe was never meant to see him kill. Now, she’s his prisoner. When Claire stumbled into the wrong mansion on a stormy night, she thought she was running from danger—until she met Damien Voss, the man everyone calls the Alpha. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He rules a world built on secrets, loyalty, and blood. And now, Claire is part of it. But Damien doesn’t just want obedience. He wants her—mind, body, and soul. What begins as captivity turns into something far more dangerous: desire. Because in his arms, pleasure and punishment blur, and every secret she uncovers drags her deeper into his darkness. Between betrayal, bloodlines, and forbidden heat, Claire must decide if the monster who took her captive is her enemy… or the only man who can set her free. A dark, addictive, and emotionally charged romance. Contains explicit sexual scenes, mature themes, and morally grey characters. Reader discretion is advised.
View MoreClaire’s POVI woke up slowly.Not because I wanted to — but because my body felt different.I grunted heavily as my whole body felt wildered.For a second, I didn’t move. I didn’t open my eyes. I just lay there, breathing, letting the unfamiliar weight of the moment press into me. The sheets were tangled around my legs, soft and unfamiliar against my skin, and the air smelled faintly of smoke and something darker. Something male.My chest tightened.No.My eyes flew open.Sunlight spilled through tall curtains, cutting across the room in pale gold lines. It was morning. Not late night. Not shadows and secrets.Morning.Reality crashed into me all at once as flashbacks weighed on me.This wasn’t my room.My heart started pounding so loudly I was convinced it might wake him.Him.I turned my head slowly, dread curling tight in my stomach.Lucian was still asleep beside me. And he was fast asleep with his cock softened. Just then i remembered how he used that dick of his to drill a hole
The air rushed past me and it was so cold, sharp and endless.For a split second, I felt weightless—like nothing mattered anymore. Like the fear, the blood, the threats, the suffocating walls of this house had finally loosened their grip.Then—A hand caught my wrist tightly. “Claire!”The force jerked my body violently, pain shooting up my arm as my weight snapped backward. My fingers scraped against the metal railing, skin burning as my grip slipped.I gasped, heart slamming against my ribs.Lucian held me so tightly and I could see the fear in his eyes. His hand was locked around mine, veins bulging, jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack. He leaned dangerously over the balcony edge, his other hand gripping the rail for balance.“Hold on,” he ordered. “Don’t you dare let go.”I laughed weakly through tears. “Why?”His eyes flashed. “Because I said so.”My fingers trembled. My arm ached. Gravity tugged at me like it was impatient.“I’m tired,” I whispered. “I’m so t
I didn’t realize I was dying until my lungs started screaming.A hand clamped around my throat—strong, mercilessly pinning me hard against the tiled wall of the bathroom. Water sprayed uselessly around us, bouncing off skin and porcelain, slicking the floor beneath my feet.My hands flew up instinctively, clawing at the wrist crushing my windpipe.“El—” The sound died in my throat.Elara’s face hovered inches from mine, eyes blazing, jaw tight with fury. There was no hesitation in her grip. No doubt. Just rage.“I warned you,” she hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut. “I warned you what would happen if anything touched my brother.”I shook my head violently, panic exploding through me. My vision blurred at the edges as pressure tightened.“I didn’t—” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a broken wheeze.Her fingers dug in harder.“Don’t lie to me,” she snapped. “Damien came home bleeding. Blood on his clothes. On his hands. And now you want me to believe you had nothi
While in the car, we didn’t say anything to each other. I was so lost, replaying the incident in my head and the gun pointed to my head.The engine hummed beneath us, steady and indifferent, but my thoughts were anything but. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, my hands folded tightly in my lap, staring straight ahead as the road blurred past the window.I couldn’t stop seeing it.The gun.The man.Damien’s hand—The sound of the shot replayed in my head like a broken recording. Over and over. The way Damien had moved so fast and so sure, how he hadn’t hesitated for even a second before putting himself between me and death.And then how easily he’d killed the man afterward.My stomach churned.I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my chest tight like I hadn’t taken a full breath since it happened. I turned my head slightly, just enough to look at Damien without him noticing.Blood stained his clothes. Dark, ugly patches across his sleeve, his knuckles, the cuff of his shirt.My fault.The t
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