LOGINVuk Laskovic “Are you okay, my love?” I asked quietly as I pulled Maureen into my arms, holding her carefully as if she might still break apart if I loosened my grip. Her body leaned into mine without resistance, and for the first time since the chaos began, I allowed myself to breathe properly. The tremor in her shoulders had lessened, but not disappeared, and the memory of her screaming in darkness still burned behind my eyes like an open wound.She nodded faintly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt as if grounding herself in something real. Her breathing had steadied, but the exhaustion clinging to her was obvious. Fear lingers long after danger passes, and what she endured tonight would not fade easily—not from memory, not from blood.“Please tell me you actually killed that bitch,” she said suddenly, her voice rough and hoarse, the anger barely masking the lingering fear beneath it.I let out a quiet breath and shook my head once.“No,” I replied calmly.Her head lif
Dante POVThe morning after my conversation with Sarah, I arrived at the office earlier than usual, still carrying the weight of everything that had happened—and the fact that those guys still didn’t trust Sarah enough to say a word.Not that they should, though. Trained, marked men like that are always cautious.I had barely settled at my desk when Mr. Kelvin, our team leader, strode into the open-plan sales floor with his usual brisk energy.“Sales team! Meeting room. Now,” he barked, his voice carrying across the desks.He was known for his sharp, brilliant mind when it came to sales execution. Seeing him enter with that kind of intensity meant only one thing—we had a big job.“Five minutes. This is important.”In less than a minute, the entire sales team had gathered their notebooks and laptops. I exchanged a brief glance with Sarah across the aisle. She gave me a small, knowing nod before we both headed toward the conference room.The air shifted. Whispers followed me—people were
Sarah povI leaned against the cool marble counter in the dimly lit kitchen of Dante’s apartment. I had been awake for hours already. He stood across from me, his broad shoulders relaxed yet his dark eyes always watchful, always scanning. I loved that about him, the way he seemed to sense every shift in the air before it even happened.“Dante,” I began softly, my voice steady even though a tight knot twisted in my stomach, “why didn’t you ever tell me you were the beta all this while?”He paused, setting down the knife he’d been using to slice fresh fruit for breakfast. His eyes met mine, and for a brief second I caught a rare flicker of vulnerability on his face—the kind he almost never let show. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and let out a slow breath.“I just didn’t want you to see me differently, Sarah.” he said, his tone was low and sincere,yet bold. “When we first met, everything between us was so new and easy. You were this bright, disturbed patient of mine trying
Dante POVSarah lay curled against my side, her head resting on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. Her breathing was slow and even, but I knew she was awake—the tension in her body gave her away.Last night had been intense, exactly what I needed after the chaos of yesterday’s event, but the weight of what had happened refused to stay buried.I ran my fingers through her hair, letting the silky strands slip between them. She stirred, tilting her face up to look at me. Her eyes were soft with concern, the kind that made my chest tighten.“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep and everything we’d done the night before.“Morning,” I replied, unable to keep the heaviness out of my tone. “We need to talk about yesterday.”She shifted, propping herself up on one elbow so she could see me better. The sheet slipped down to her waist, exposing the soft curve of her chest, but neither of us moved to cover her. This conversation was too important.“Tell me what happened,
Sarah POVThe moment Dante carried me into the bedroom, the air between us shifted from warm affection to something hotter, heavier. He set me down on the edge of the bed, his hands already sliding under my blouse, palms rough and warm against my skin. I pulled him down into a deep kiss, tongues tangling with urgent need. The stress of the day melted away as his mouth claimed mine, hungry and demanding.He stripped me slowly, reverently, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered. When my bra fell away, his mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard enough to make me arch and moan. His fingers found my other breast, pinching and rolling until I was panting. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare chest against mine. The moment it was off, I ran my hands over the hard planes of his muscles, nails scraping lightly down his abs.Dante growled low in his throat and pushed me back onto the mattress. He knelt between my thighs, spreading them wide. His mouth descended on my pussy
Dante:Sarah and I stepped into my apartment, and the familiar quiet wrapped around us like a blanket. The day had been long and heavy, but having Sarah here made the weight feel a little easier to carry. I closed the door behind us and immediately helped her settle into the living room. I guided her to the comfortable couch, fluffing a pillow behind her back and pulling a soft throw blanket over her legs.“Sarah, you have to sit and relax,” I told her gently. “You’ve had a long day too.”She smiled up at me, tired but warm. “I came to take care of you tonight. Let me cook something for you, at least.”I shook my head before she could stand. “No. Change of plans. I’ll do the cooking. You rest.”Sarah frowned, already starting to rise. “But I insisted on treating you to dinner. You’ve been through enough today… you need to let me cook,” she argued.I placed a hand on her shoulder, easing her back down. “Cooking will help me relax. Knowing I’m doing it for you… that’s exactly what I nee
Lorenzo DrakvolkI’m two steps above them when it happens.One second she’s walking like a drowned kitten in our too-big clothes, the next her foot snags that damn sweatpant hem and she’s pitching forward like a baby deer on ice.Valentino moves first—always does when it’s about catching her. Arm a
Vincenzo DrakvolkBeing Drakvolk meant learning early that survival was never enough. My father made sure of that. He used to say the world was not cruel, only honest, and that cruelty was what weak men called truth when they were too soft to take what they deserved. He spoke those words calmly, li
Velaria Mary Storm I obey. Wrists cross at the small of my back; the position arches my spine, pushes my breasts forward. Vincenzo rewards me immediately—mouth closing over one tight nipple, sucking hard while his hand finds the other, rolling the peak between thumb and forefinger in slow, firm tu
Valeria Mary Storm The grand hall seemed to breathe differently the moment we stepped through the wide double doors. The air was thick with woodsmoke from the low fires, candle wax, spiced wine, and the layered scents of dozens of wolves—some familiar, some foreign, all watching. My pulse hammered







