LOGINAt Monticello Senior High, power has always belonged to Maddox—the merciless Alpha who rules with dominance and fear. But everything changes when Mordred Sinclair, the rebel biker with a dark, untamed past, rides into town. Kiana never imagined she would be the fire that sparks a rivalry between them. Already scarred by betrayal and struggling to survive her own demons, she becomes the center of an obsession neither boy can walk away from. One promises protection through dominance. The other offers freedom through danger. But both demand her heart. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Kiana must choose between the Alpha’s claim and the biker’s desire—before the war between them consumes her whole world.
View MoreKianna's POV:My head snapped up so fast the room spun.Lysander stood there, snow dusting his dark hair and shoulders, paint still smudged on the cuff of his hoodie like he’d run straight from the studio without stopping. His eyes—those steady, quiet eyes that had always anchored me—were wide with relief and something sharper: fear.“Lysander?” My voice cracked. I pushed myself upright, ignoring the pull of fresh wounds. “What… how are you here? How did you even know?”He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to one knee beside the bed, taking my hand like he needed to prove I was real. His fingers were ice-cold from the night air, but the grip was warm, grounding.“I saw the van,” he said, voice low and urgent. “The black one that picked you up outside the dorm. My friend—the one who works the security feeds at the hostel—caught it on the external cams. I tracked the plates through traffic systems, then throu
Kianna's POV:The shifting grounds stretched out before me like a living cathedral under the moon. Ancient pines formed a natural amphitheater, their branches heavy with snow that sparkled like scattered diamonds in the silver light. The air hummed with energy—thick, electric, alive in a way that made my skin tingle and my wolf stir so violently inside me that I could barely breathe. Dozens of wolves moved through the clearing: silver, black, russet, white as fresh snow. Males and females from packs I didn’t know, families I’d never met, all gathered for the same sacred purpose—bonding, claiming, celebrating the full moon’s gift.I stood at the edge in the simple white shift Elara had given me, barefoot in the snow, heart slamming against my ribs. The cold should have bitten, but the moon’s light felt warm against my skin, almost inviting. Almost dangerous.A deep, resonant voice rumbled behind me—low, playful, carrying the weight of ce
Mordred's PoV:The figures emerged from the trees like ghosts—four of them, all in black hoodies and ski masks, the same style as the Boss’s guards. My Glock was already out, aimed steady at the lead one’s chest. The snow fell thicker now, muffling everything but my heartbeat and Maddox’s ragged breaths behind me. He was on his knees in the drift, clutching his gut, blood staining the white powder around him. Lysander was still gone, off fetching water from that stream we’d heard earlier. Perfect timing. I was alone with a dying rival and four threats closing in.“Stay back,” I snarled, finger on the trigger. “One step closer, and I drop you.”The lead figure raised gloved hands slowly—peaceful, almost casual. No weapons visible, but that meant nothing. “We’re not here to harm you,” a muffled voice said—male, calm, with an accent I couldn’t place. “We’re here to help. The girl you're looking for is with us. Safe and sound.But you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”“Bullsh
Mordred's PoV:The car’s headlights cut through the swirling snow like knives, illuminating the narrow dirt road that snaked deeper into the forest preserve. I sat in the back seat of Maddox’s SUV, arms crossed tight over my chest, every bump and jolt rattling my bones and my temper. Lysander rode a shotgun, his face calm as ever, fiddling with the GPS on his phone like it was some art project he could sketch his way out of. Maddox gripped the wheel with white knuckles, jaw set, eyes fixed on the path ahead. The wipers thumped rhythmically, clearing the windshield just enough to see the next twist in the road.We’d been driving for over an hour since leaving the dorm hallway, the three of us thrown together in this uneasy alliance. Me, the biker who’d rather see Maddox bleed than breathe. Lysander, the artsy mediator who’d somehow become the glue holding this mess together. And Maddox—the smug bastard who’d ruined everything, now looking as lost as the rest of us. He’d insisted o
Mordred's PoV:The kiss lingered on my lips long after I'd dropped Kianna back at her dorm, the taste of her—sweet from the cotton candy, warm from the heat we'd built—clinging like a promise I wasn't sure I could keep. I'd held her against that cold metal wall in the changing area, her body archi
Maddox's PoV:I leaned against the cool metal of the lockers long after the hallway had emptied, arms folded tight across my chest, replaying the moment on a loop that felt almost too sweet to be real.Kianna walked into the cafeteria with Mordred.Not just walking, but her hand was lightly on his a
Kianna's PoV:I stared at the calendar on my phone, the date glaring back at me like an accusation: It was 18th. Four days more to go. Just four days until the 22nd—until I turned nineteen and the fated-mate bond with Maddox locked into place like a cage door slamming shut. It had crept up so fast
Kianna's PoV:I flopped back onto my bed in the dorm, the mattress creaking under me like it shared my exhaustion. The room was dimly lit by the string lights Lesley had strung up for "cozy vibes," casting a soft glow over the posters on the wall—band flyers, motivational quotes and a collage of p






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