LOGINValeria POVWhile the boys were out there—somewhere in the shadows, tearing down an organization that had ruined more lives than I could count—I was pulled into something far more personal. Far more exhausting.My mother.It was always my mother.The call had come early in the morning, just when the silence felt almost peaceful. A hospital. A stranger’s voice. Calm, professional, detached.“Are you Valeria? We have your mother here.”And just like that, whatever fragile calm I had managed to build inside myself cracked.Now I stood in the middle of a sterile hallway that smelled too strongly of antiseptic and something else beneath it—something faintly metallic, like sickness clinging to the air. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, flickering just enough to make everything feel unreal.Like I had stepped into a nightmare I’d lived too many times before.I wrapped my arms around myself, fingers digging into my sleeves as if that could somehow hold me together.Four days.Four
Valentino: I stood in the dimly lit office inside the mansion, where no one dared to enter or asked questions, our number one meeting room, where we make every decision and plan.My hands were steady as I reviewed the master file on the laptop screen—the recording Vincenzo had made, raw and damning. It was my job to ensure it didn't just disappear into the ether. No, it had to hit like a silver bullet to the heart of the pack's corruption. The elders had ruled for too long, their claws sunk deep into everything from our father's era onward. Tonight, we ended that, we ended their era and they wouldn't even know what hit them.I wasn't foolish enough to handle this solo. Power like this needed backup, and someone who knew the pack's underbelly as well as I did. So I picked up my phone and dialed Dante, Vincenzo's beta.Loyal to the bone, sharp as a blade, but with that quiet fire that made him perfect for the shadows. A very good therapist but undercover working as.a perfume sale
Vincenzo We returned back to the estate late that night, straight to the study room where Valentino was waiting for them.The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind Lorenzo and me, sealing out the rest of the sleeping house.Valentino sat in one of the deep leather armchairs by the unlit fireplace, tie already loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a half-empty glass of whiskey resting on the arm.His eyes lifted the moment we entered, scanning our faces the way only a brother could.I crossed to the sideboard without speaking and poured three fresh drinks, the crystal decanter clinking softly in the quiet.Lorenzo didn’t sit.He stayed standing, shoulders tight, and started talking before I could even hand him his glass.“The magnitude of disgust that seeped into my bones,” he said, voice low and edged with revulsion. “Seeing those crates of human skin… vacuum-sealed like cheap cuts at a butcher shop. They described skinning people alive like it was just another line item on a spreads
LorenzoThat morning, Vincenzo and I went around checking our own shipments. The docks smelled of salt and diesel, crates stacked high under the gray sky.We knew the elders who had backed our late father still had men following us, watching every move like vultures waiting for a slip. We didn’t acknowledge the tails. Instead, we walked the warehouses like we owned the world—because we did.I barked at one of our foremen when a pallet moved too slow.“You think this is a fucking vacation?” Vincenzo snapped, his voice low and sharp. The man paled and sped up.Vincenzo fired two guys on the spot for looking sluggish, their excuses cut off mid-sentence.“Next time you waste our time, you’re gone,” he told the second one, calm as death.We kept moving.Twice I caught the same black SUV in the rearview—once near the container yard and again when we left the second warehouse. We did nothing to show we noticed. Let them think we were blind. Let them report back that we were just two brothers
Dante I had to report back to Vincenzo that morning, so I gently removed Sarah’s arms from around my chest. Her skin was still warm from sleep, soft and flushed from everything we’d done the night before.She murmured something incoherent, shifting closer to Kai on her other side, but she didn’t wake. Kai stayed curled against her like he belonged there, his dark hair falling across her shoulder, one hand resting low on her stomach.I watched them for a long second — my nephew and Sarah, tangled together in my bed like they’d never been anywhere else. The sight hit me harder than it should have.I wasn’t supposed to feel this settled. Not with the life I led. Not with a report due in two hours that could shift the entire balance of power in the city.I slipped out of bed without a sound, pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain black T-shirt, and padded barefoot down the hallway to the study.The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city waking up far below th
Valerie Mary: The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom. Only this time, I was already awake, slipping quietly from the warmth of tangled sheets and limbs. My body still hummed with the echoes of last night—three pairs of hands, three mouths, three insatiable alphas who had claimed me again and again until I couldn’t remember where one of them ended and another began. I padded barefoot down the hallway to my own room, the one they had given me as a courtesy even though I rarely slept there alone anymore. The silk robe I’d thrown on did little to hide the faint marks blooming across my skin: fingerprints on my hips, a love bite just below my collarbone, the pleasant ache between my thighs that reminded me exactly what I had become. An instrument for sex. And I love every moment…….. They worshipped me like a goddess, and loved me just the way I am. Any woman would do anything to have what I have right now. For a fact, The Moon Goddess had
Valeria Mary StormI ran.At first, it really did feel like a game. Tag in the deep woods behind the pack house, the kind of playful chase that always ended with me pinned and laughing between them. My heart hammered with excitement, not fear, as I darted between the ancient pines, leaves crunching
SerahI woke to sunlight stabbing through the curtains like judgment. My body felt borrowed—every muscle singing with the memory of last night. How many times had he made me come? How many ways had that barely-legal mouth begged while he ruined me?Too many. Far too many for a woman who should know
The hallway felt endless, a slow march through shadowed marble and low sconces that painted everything gold and black. Kai’s fingers stayed threaded through mine—loose enough to seem gentle, tight enough that I couldn’t pull away without making it a fight.His thumb kept circling the pulse point on
Valeria Mary StormThe red room swallowed me whole.Crimson light throbbed across the walls like a second pulse, turning every shadow into something alive and starving.My wrists ached where the steel cuffs bit in, chained high to the headboard so my arms stretched long and tight overhead. Shoulder







