Mag-log in“I’m going to split you open on my cock right here on this table,” he snarled, fangs grazing the frantic pulse in my throat, “and knot you so deep my daughter and every wolf in this pack will smell me dripping out of your ruined little cunt for weeks. Tell me you want that, babygirl. Beg Daddy for it.” I was shaking, slick running down my thighs, clit throbbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. “Yes… please…” His massive hand clamped around my throat, squeezing until stars burst behind my eyes. “Yes what, little human?” “Yes, Daddy,” I choked out, voice breaking. “Ruin me. Breed me. Right fucking now.” --- I never should’ve stepped foot in Ireland for my best friend’s Christmas wedding. Not when I’ve spent months on my knees in the dark, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning her father’s name like a prayer. Alpha Cassian Blackthorne. Ruthless. Feral. Old enough to be my father...twice over. The monster who makes empires kneel and wolves beg, the wolf who could snap my neck with a flick of his wrist… and the only man I want choking me with his belt while he forces every thick inch down my throat. He’s forbidden. He’s depraved. He’s looking at me now under the blood-red Christmas lights like he’s already tasted my surrender. And he has one holiday wish... To hunt me. Break me. Fuck me raw and bloody until I’m addicted to his knot. Until I’m carrying his pup and wearing his bite like a collar. This Christmas, the Alpha isn’t asking permission. He’s taking his naughty little human pet… And I’m already dripping for the day he finally snaps.
view moreZolani’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, but I could not move.My heart was hammering so hard I swore the blood on the floor pulsed in time with it.The room reeked of the metallic tang of fresh death mixed with pine, smoke, and that dark, spiced scent that had haunted my dreams for months.Cassian Blackthorne stood in the middle of it all. Shirtless. Blood smeared across his chest like war paint. Black trousers slung low on his hips. A dagger still dripping in his fist.I should have screamed.I should have run.Humans bolted whenever they saw monsters, right? That was what the movies taught me.But my feet were glued to the rug.My eyes locked on the corpse sprawled across the bed. Throat slashed wide. Blood soaking the duvet. My overturned suitcase beside him.A pair of my pale pink lace panties dangled from the dead man’s fingers like some sick trophy.I wondered what had happened.I dared not ask.Cassian’s storm-grey eyes pinned me in place. Burning. His nostrils flared, an
Zolani’s POV “Home sweet home!” Aradia bellowed, kicking the massive oak doors open with one fur-booted foot like she was storming a castle instead of walking into her own house.She dragged me over the threshold by my wrist, and the second I crossed it, every nerve in my body lit up like I’d grabbed a live wire.Holy. Fucking. Hell.The foyer alone was bigger than my entire apartment building. Black marble floors shot through with silver veins, a chandelier the size of a car made of actual antlers and a million flickering crystals, twin staircases curving up like the jaws of some ancient beast. The air was thick, old money, roaring fire, pine, leather, and that dark, spiced Alpha scent that lived between my legs. It hit me so hard my knees nearly buckled and I wonder why I could smell him so badly. Aradia spun in a circle, arms wide. “Behold, Blackthorne Lodge, where the Wi-Fi is fast and the dick is faster!”I snorted despite myself. “Classy.”“Classy is for humans,” she shot back
Zolani’s POV Snow fell thick and lazy over Dublin Airport, blanketing the roofs and the old stone pillars like someone had torn open a bag of powdered sugar and shaken it over the entire country. The air smelled sharp, cold pine, jet fuel, and something darker, richer, older. Old money. Werewolf money. The kind that built castles before America was even a fever dream.I barely had time to shiver before a shriek ripped through the arrivals hall.“ZEE, YOU SEXY VIRGIN BITCH!”There she was, Aradia Blackthorne in all her unhinged glory vaulting over the barricade like an Olympic hurdler, boots up to her thighs, white faux-fur coat hanging open, wild black curls flying everywhere. She waved a massive cardboard sign that just said ZOLANI in bright red lipstick, hearts doodled all over it. People turned to stare. Phones came out but i trust her to not give a single fuck.I hadn’t even dropped my suitcase before she tackled me, arms crushing my ribs, perfume and snow and pure chaos slamming
Zolani’s POV “My love?”Evan’s voice sliced through the haze and my eyes snapped open. He sat on the edge of the bed in soft morning light, hair tousled, that gentle, saintly smile plastered across his face like he hadn’t just caught me dreaming about another man’s knot stretching me open.I forced a sweet smile back, calm as I can, while inside the guilt rammed into my chest so hard my throat closed.Last night I had locked myself in the bathroom and finger-fucked myself stupid with two fingers while Evan slept ten feet away, a towel jammed between my teeth so he wouldn’t hear me choking out Cassian’s name when I came hard enough to see stars. And now he looked at me like I was still the pure little virgin he’d put on a pedestal.“Sorry for waking you,” he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead like I was made of stained glass. “Your flight’s in two hours. I already packed everything. Just shower and I’ll drive you.”Every calm, loving word hit hard. I sat up, clutching the sheet t












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