LOGIN"I hate that I want you." Those are the words Alpha Kaelen whispers against my skin when the fever takes him. To the world, I am just Elara, the disappointment, the maid, the shadow of his perfect Luna. To him, I am a temptation he cannot explain and a sin he cannot confess. He married my twin sister. He marked my twin sister. But his wolf knows the truth. Now, a mysterious "wasting sickness" is killing him, and his wife's touch only makes it worse. I am the only one who can bring him back from the edge. Every night, I am forced to enter his bedroom. Every night, I have to touch him to keep his heart beating. It starts with a cool cloth on his fevered brow. It ends with his heavy body pinning mine against the door, his hands rough and desperate, his nose buried in the curve of my neck. He thinks he’s hallucinating. He thinks I’m a test. "Why?" he growls, his hips grinding against mine with a hunger that terrifies me. "Why does my body scream for you when my mind chose her?" I am his shameful secret. His midnight addiction. He thinks he can use me to survive and then return to his wife in the morning. But the heat is rising. The bond is snapping. And soon, the Alpha won't just want to touch me. He’ll want to devour me.
View MoreIt was a violation of physics. He was too big. He stretched me until I thought I would tear. He filled every inch of me, slamming against my cervix with a force that made stars dance in my vision."Yes," I sobbed, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Break me, Kaelen. Do it."He roared.He began to move. It was feral. He wasn't making love; he was trying to survive. He pounded into me, driving the madness out of his system and into mine.Thud. Thud. Thud.His hips slapped against mine with bruising force. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his grip iron-tight."Look at me!" he shouted. "Who am I?""You are the Alpha!" I screamed back. "You are Kaelen!""I am the pain!" he snarled.He bit my neck. He didn't hold back. He sank his fangs into the claiming spot, reopening the scar.I cried out, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a blinding white flash. The bond snapped back into place. The silver programming shattered under the weight of the primal connection.He drank m
Chapter 58: The Root CellarThe woman in the red coat did not cast a spell. She didn't chant. She simply exerted her will, and the earth obeyed.The roots wrapping around Kaelen’s legs were not magic; they were nature weaponized by a mutation as old as the ice. They tightened like pythons, crushing the tactical gear my son had dressed him in. Kaelen struggled, his silver eyes flashing with calculation, but the roots were relentless. They pulled him down until his knees cracked against the cobblestones."Threat assessment," Kaelen stated, his voice a glitching mechanical monotone. "Bio-organic restraint. Level 5."The woman walked closer. She smelled of wet earth and crushed pine needles. She looked at Kaelen with pity, then at me."Your boy broke him," she said. "He hollowed him out and filled him with chrome.""He is still in there," I gasped, clutching my bruised ribs. "Help him.""I intend to," she said.She reached into her coat. She didn't pull out a wand. She pulled out a pod. A
Chapter 57: The Silver CageThe floor of the warship hummed beneath my feet.It was not the vibration of an engine. It was the pulse of my son.He stood on the bridge of the ship, staring out through the salt-crusted glass at the gray horizon. He was naked, his body perfect and terrible, carved from the same silver light that now filled his eyes. He did not touch the controls. He did not need a wheel or a throttle. He simply stood there, his hands clasped behind his back, and the massive vessel obeyed him.The ship cut through the water with a terrifying speed. We were leaving the Arctic circle. We were heading south. Toward people. Toward life.I stood in the corner of the bridge. My ribs throbbed with a dull, sickening ache where the Sister had kicked me. My clothes were tattered rags stiff with dried blood and frozen seawater. I shivered, but the cold did not touch the two men in the room.One was a god. The other was a ghost.Kaelen stood by the heavy steel door.He was dressed in
Chapter 56: The Red FeastThe engine room was bathed in the sickly green light of the inhibitor gas. It swirled around us like a toxic fog, tasting of copper and old pennies.In the center of the mist, my nightmare was unfolding.My son had latched onto his father.He didn't use his teeth. He used his hands. He gripped Kaelen’s face with fingers that glowed a violent, starving red. The energy transfer was visible. It wasn't a stream; it was a torrent. Bright, blinding white light was being ripped out of Kaelen’s eyes, out of his mouth, out of his very pores, and sucked into the small, trembling body of the boy.Kaelen didn't fight.He knelt in the gas, his arms hanging limp at his sides. His head was thrown back, his jaw slack. He was surrendering. He was pouring every ounce of the Ancient power he had stolen, every drop of the vitality that kept his heart beating, into the child who was killing him."More," the boy whispered. His voice was a guttural rasp. "Sweet."Kaelen’s skin bega
Chapter 43: The Cave of BonesThe wind screamed through the mountain pass. It sounded like a dying woman.I buried my face in the coarse fur of Kaelen’s chest. He did not carry me like a bride. He carried me like prey he was saving for later. His arm was a steel band around my waist, pinning me aga
Chapter 42: The Winter BeastThe silence of the forest was heavy enough to crush bones.I knelt in the snow where the shockwave had thrown me. The crater of burning glass behind me hissed as the snowflakes melted against the superheated earth. My son was safe in the carrier strapped to my chest. He
Chapter 40: The Blood TollThe arena was not a place of honor. It was a slaughterhouse dug into the frozen earth.I stood in the viewing box high above the dirt floor. My hands gripped the cold iron railing until my knuckles turned white. The air smelled of sawdust and old death. There were no came
Chapter 35: The Ice and the FeverThe snow was not white in Moscow. It was gray.It fell in heavy wet clumps that stuck to my eyelashes and froze against my cheeks. I dragged Kaelen across the rooftop of the industrial building we had landed on. He was heavy. He was dead weight.The adrenaline that












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