LorienThe world felt distant—like I was sinking into water, the edges of everything blurring, fading. Each sound came muffled, like it had to push through a thick fog just to reach me. My legs wouldn’t hold me. My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall—not quite. I swayed instead, arms limp at my sides, and when I tried to raise them, to hold myself together, they only shook.My hands trembled uncontrollably, small broken sobs tearing free from my throat before I could stop them. They felt raw, like they were scraped out of me. I hated how weak I felt, how clearly my omega instincts bared themselves under the weight of fear and exhaustion. My whole body was trembling with it—not from cold, but from the collapse of everything I’d held together until now.A shadow moved toward me—tall, imposing—and my body tensed. My heart leapt into my throat, panic spiking as my instincts screamed run even though I had nowhere to go. The forest was behind me, thick and silent, and there was blood, his blo
CassiusShe was bouncing on my cock like a woman possessed.Her nails dragged down my chest. Her moans echoed in the room, practiced and calculated. And yet—Nothing.Not a twitch. Not a spark. My body was still as stone beneath her, utterly unbothered by the performance happening on top of me.She leaned down and pressed kisses all over my chest and neck.I clenched my jaw, my hands gripping the sheets instead of her waist. This wasn’t working. Again.“Cassius,” Isabella growled, her hips grinding with more urgency, “what the actual hell?”I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her off me with a sharp motion. She landed on the bed with a thud, hair splaying across the pillows. Her eyes flared in fury.“You’re kidding me,” she snapped. “This is the third time this week. Are you even trying?”“I said I’m not in the mood.”She sat up, pulling the covers around herself with dramatic flair. “Not in the mood? You’re never in the mood anymore, Cassius! How do you expect me to get pregnant w
LorienThree days had passed since Damon’s death, but the ache inside me felt older, like something worn smooth by time. The healers said my wounds should have closed within a day, but I wasn’t surprised that they hadn’t. Omegas always took longer to heal—weaker, they said, as if it was a curse stitched into our skin. At least now the pain had dulled into something bearable. I could breathe without wincing. I could move without feeling like my body was betraying me. But there was something else gnawing at me now, something more confusing than broken ribs or bruised pride. It was Alpha Matthias. The way he hovered, the way he smiled like he was proud just to see me awake—it was overwhelming. And it made my heart flutter strangely, in a way I didn’t know how to handle. Because Matthias was kind. He was patient, gentle in a way I had never experienced. Not even Cassius, for all the times he had kissed me soft and slow when no one was looking, had ever treated me the way Matthia
CassiusI sat alone in my father’s office—no, my office now. The air felt colder than usual, like the walls themselves knew the weight of the title that had just been dropped on me. Tonight, I’d be crowned Alpha. Everyone expected me to celebrate, to raise a glass, to smile like I wasn’t dying inside.But I didn’t want celebration. I wanted silence.All my life, I’d been trained to take this position. I’d been molded, beaten, shaped into the perfect heir. And now, sitting in the chair my father ruled from for decades, I realized how little I knew about the truth of our pack. The secrets. The rot underneath the polished floors. The lies they never told me because they thought I didn’t need to know.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk, and ran a hand through my hair, dragging it over my face with a sigh. The wood beneath my arms felt unfamiliar. Wrong. My skin crawled, like it knew this seat belonged to a man whose shadow I couldn’t escape. No matter how much blood I spilled
LorienMatthias’s grip on my waist tightened, pulling me back to him, and I could feel every inch of his chest pressed against my back. My breath hitched, and the world seemed to narrow to the space between us, the heat of his body seeping into mine. I should pull away, tell him to stop, but the words lodged in my throat, too heavy to be spoken. “You’re avoiding me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, his voice so low it almost seemed like a confession. His hands slid around to my front, slowly sliding up my stomach, pulling me even closer.“I’m not avoiding you,” I answered, my voice flat, almost as if I were trying to convince myself more than him. “I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine.” His tone was patient, like he was studying me, piecing together some puzzle I wasn’t sure I wanted him to figure out.I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his touch, the overwhelming pull of his proximity. “I’m just... busy.”“Busy pretending,” he added, and there was a subtle bite t
LorienThe air was thick with tension, the scent of metal, dust, and forest clinging to everything like a second skin. Seven men stood silently behind me, their boots crunching against the gravel in almost perfect unison as they adjusted their weapons. The weight of my own gun pressed against the small of my back beneath my coat, cold and familiar. My fingers twitched toward it instinctively, though I made no move to draw it. Not yet.I shifted slightly, wincing when a sharp ache spread through my lower back. I rubbed at it absentmindedly, then glanced down—my coat hung a little awkwardly over the slight but unmistakable curve of my stomach. Six months. I hadn’t been able to hide it for weeks now, no matter how hard I tried. Not that I owed anyone an explanation. Not anymore.A shadow flickered in the doorway ahead. My breath hitched. Then, he stepped out.Alpha Mathias.Even now, after everything, my body reacted to the sight of him with a frustrating kind of treachery. My muscles te
ZuriaThe silence in the hospital was deafening.Each tick of the clock on the wall echoed like thunder in my ears. My fingers trembled in my lap, clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. The smell of antiseptic made my stomach churn—not with nausea, but dread.Danny had driven like a man possessed, ignoring traffic lights, muttering prayers under his breath. I had never seen him like that. And now, he sat somewhere outside this room while I sat on the edge of a cold hospital bed, waiting to hear if the worst had already happened.My mind wouldn’t stop racing. What if I’d already lost them? What if the bleeding meant they were gone and there was nothing left inside me but emptiness? My babies. The ones I had once tried to ignore, to forget about. But now the thought of losing them felt like someone was tearing open my chest.Please, just let them be okay. I didn’t mean to be careless. I didn’t mean to hurt them. Hot tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t breathe.I had told myself
LorienThe air reeked of damp pine and bitter moss by the time I returned to the shack, the scent clinging to my skin like a second layer of guilt. The trees loomed like silent sentinels around us, and the moon hung low, barely cutting through the dense clouds. The forest felt different now—sharper, colder—as if it knew what we were about to do.I pushed through the shack’s crooked door and stepped inside. The lanterns were already lit, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. My team was busy—maps unfolded, equipment sprawled across the dusty floor, radio frequencies crackling faintly. They were setting up. Getting ready.No one looked at me.Not at first.Then Kieran turned.“Out. Now,” he snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside before I could blink.His grip was firm, fingers digging into my jacket like claws. We stood just outside the cabin where the dark wrapped around us like a noose. His voice dropped into a low snarl. “What the hell was that, Lorien?”I yanked
CassiusThe glass in my hand trembled, amber liquid sloshing dangerously near the rim.I paced.The room was dim, save for the firelight flickering along the stone walls. My shadows stretched tall and twitchy, like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to follow or flee from me. I took another sip—sharp, burning. It didn’t help.Nothing ever did.“I told her we’d do it tonight,” I muttered under my breath. “That I’d finally take her to bed.”I could still see Isabella’s expectant smile from earlier, her painted lips, her perfectly arranged hair. She was beautiful, but cold in a way that made my skin crawl sometimes.I had smiled at her. Lied.A promise made in desperation.A memory returned like bile—red, hot, and impossible to hold back.The night I got the news that Lorien was dead.I hadn’t even changed out of my bloodied clothes. I’d walked right into her room, still reeking of violence and grief, and kissed her like I could bleed the pain out of my mouth.She let me. She wanted it.
LorienThe air reeked of damp pine and bitter moss by the time I returned to the shack, the scent clinging to my skin like a second layer of guilt. The trees loomed like silent sentinels around us, and the moon hung low, barely cutting through the dense clouds. The forest felt different now—sharper, colder—as if it knew what we were about to do.I pushed through the shack’s crooked door and stepped inside. The lanterns were already lit, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. My team was busy—maps unfolded, equipment sprawled across the dusty floor, radio frequencies crackling faintly. They were setting up. Getting ready.No one looked at me.Not at first.Then Kieran turned.“Out. Now,” he snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside before I could blink.His grip was firm, fingers digging into my jacket like claws. We stood just outside the cabin where the dark wrapped around us like a noose. His voice dropped into a low snarl. “What the hell was that, Lorien?”I yanked
ZuriaThe silence in the hospital was deafening.Each tick of the clock on the wall echoed like thunder in my ears. My fingers trembled in my lap, clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. The smell of antiseptic made my stomach churn—not with nausea, but dread.Danny had driven like a man possessed, ignoring traffic lights, muttering prayers under his breath. I had never seen him like that. And now, he sat somewhere outside this room while I sat on the edge of a cold hospital bed, waiting to hear if the worst had already happened.My mind wouldn’t stop racing. What if I’d already lost them? What if the bleeding meant they were gone and there was nothing left inside me but emptiness? My babies. The ones I had once tried to ignore, to forget about. But now the thought of losing them felt like someone was tearing open my chest.Please, just let them be okay. I didn’t mean to be careless. I didn’t mean to hurt them. Hot tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t breathe.I had told myself
LorienThe air was thick with tension, the scent of metal, dust, and forest clinging to everything like a second skin. Seven men stood silently behind me, their boots crunching against the gravel in almost perfect unison as they adjusted their weapons. The weight of my own gun pressed against the small of my back beneath my coat, cold and familiar. My fingers twitched toward it instinctively, though I made no move to draw it. Not yet.I shifted slightly, wincing when a sharp ache spread through my lower back. I rubbed at it absentmindedly, then glanced down—my coat hung a little awkwardly over the slight but unmistakable curve of my stomach. Six months. I hadn’t been able to hide it for weeks now, no matter how hard I tried. Not that I owed anyone an explanation. Not anymore.A shadow flickered in the doorway ahead. My breath hitched. Then, he stepped out.Alpha Mathias.Even now, after everything, my body reacted to the sight of him with a frustrating kind of treachery. My muscles te
LorienMatthias’s grip on my waist tightened, pulling me back to him, and I could feel every inch of his chest pressed against my back. My breath hitched, and the world seemed to narrow to the space between us, the heat of his body seeping into mine. I should pull away, tell him to stop, but the words lodged in my throat, too heavy to be spoken. “You’re avoiding me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, his voice so low it almost seemed like a confession. His hands slid around to my front, slowly sliding up my stomach, pulling me even closer.“I’m not avoiding you,” I answered, my voice flat, almost as if I were trying to convince myself more than him. “I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine.” His tone was patient, like he was studying me, piecing together some puzzle I wasn’t sure I wanted him to figure out.I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his touch, the overwhelming pull of his proximity. “I’m just... busy.”“Busy pretending,” he added, and there was a subtle bite t
CassiusI sat alone in my father’s office—no, my office now. The air felt colder than usual, like the walls themselves knew the weight of the title that had just been dropped on me. Tonight, I’d be crowned Alpha. Everyone expected me to celebrate, to raise a glass, to smile like I wasn’t dying inside.But I didn’t want celebration. I wanted silence.All my life, I’d been trained to take this position. I’d been molded, beaten, shaped into the perfect heir. And now, sitting in the chair my father ruled from for decades, I realized how little I knew about the truth of our pack. The secrets. The rot underneath the polished floors. The lies they never told me because they thought I didn’t need to know.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk, and ran a hand through my hair, dragging it over my face with a sigh. The wood beneath my arms felt unfamiliar. Wrong. My skin crawled, like it knew this seat belonged to a man whose shadow I couldn’t escape. No matter how much blood I spilled
LorienThree days had passed since Damon’s death, but the ache inside me felt older, like something worn smooth by time. The healers said my wounds should have closed within a day, but I wasn’t surprised that they hadn’t. Omegas always took longer to heal—weaker, they said, as if it was a curse stitched into our skin. At least now the pain had dulled into something bearable. I could breathe without wincing. I could move without feeling like my body was betraying me. But there was something else gnawing at me now, something more confusing than broken ribs or bruised pride. It was Alpha Matthias. The way he hovered, the way he smiled like he was proud just to see me awake—it was overwhelming. And it made my heart flutter strangely, in a way I didn’t know how to handle. Because Matthias was kind. He was patient, gentle in a way I had never experienced. Not even Cassius, for all the times he had kissed me soft and slow when no one was looking, had ever treated me the way Matthia
CassiusShe was bouncing on my cock like a woman possessed.Her nails dragged down my chest. Her moans echoed in the room, practiced and calculated. And yet—Nothing.Not a twitch. Not a spark. My body was still as stone beneath her, utterly unbothered by the performance happening on top of me.She leaned down and pressed kisses all over my chest and neck.I clenched my jaw, my hands gripping the sheets instead of her waist. This wasn’t working. Again.“Cassius,” Isabella growled, her hips grinding with more urgency, “what the actual hell?”I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her off me with a sharp motion. She landed on the bed with a thud, hair splaying across the pillows. Her eyes flared in fury.“You’re kidding me,” she snapped. “This is the third time this week. Are you even trying?”“I said I’m not in the mood.”She sat up, pulling the covers around herself with dramatic flair. “Not in the mood? You’re never in the mood anymore, Cassius! How do you expect me to get pregnant w
LorienThe world felt distant—like I was sinking into water, the edges of everything blurring, fading. Each sound came muffled, like it had to push through a thick fog just to reach me. My legs wouldn’t hold me. My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall—not quite. I swayed instead, arms limp at my sides, and when I tried to raise them, to hold myself together, they only shook.My hands trembled uncontrollably, small broken sobs tearing free from my throat before I could stop them. They felt raw, like they were scraped out of me. I hated how weak I felt, how clearly my omega instincts bared themselves under the weight of fear and exhaustion. My whole body was trembling with it—not from cold, but from the collapse of everything I’d held together until now.A shadow moved toward me—tall, imposing—and my body tensed. My heart leapt into my throat, panic spiking as my instincts screamed run even though I had nowhere to go. The forest was behind me, thick and silent, and there was blood, his blo