LOGINDante's POVI pushed the front door open with my shoulder, the weight of the long shift at the site still clinging to my muscles. Dust on my boots, sweat dried on my neck, but the house was quiet. Too quiet for this hour.Third time coming back to this—Sarah, Kai, and now me sliding into whatever this thing between us had become. Not exactly planned, but it felt right in its own messy way. I wanted to see her. Wanted to feel that pull she had, the way she took control without raising her voice.“Sarah?” I called out softly, not wanting to wake anyone if they’d crashed early.No answer from downstairs. Living room empty, kitchen lights off. Only the faint glow from the upstairs hallway spilled down.I climbed the stairs, boots quiet on the carpet. The bedroom door was ajar. I nudged it open and stopped in the doorway.There she was.Sarah sat against the headboard, completely naked, legs slightly parted under the sheet that had slipped down to her waist. One full breast was exposed, he
Sarah's POVWhen I got home from the hospital, I didn’t even bother turning on the lights. I just dropped my bag somewhere near the door and let my body fall onto the bed, exhaustion sinking into me like weight. Everything hurt. Not physically… but the kind of tired that sits behind your eyes, in your chest, in the way you breathe. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, replaying everything. Valeria’s face. Too controlled. Too calm. The kind of calm that only comes when someone is holding themselves together by force. And her mother… I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over my face. To the gods… how does someone let their life get that messy? Drinking for days. Letting a man like that into her life. Letting him take and take until there’s nothing left. Didn’t she think about her daughter? Didn’t she stop, even once, and wonder what this would do to Valeria? My jaw tightened slightly. Valeria didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve to be the one fixing eve
Valeria POVHospitals had a way of draining the soul out of everything.The walls were too white. The air too clean. The silence too controlled—like even pain had to behave itself in here.I sat in one of the stiff chairs outside the treatment room, my hands clasped tightly together in my lap, fingers twisting against each other without rest. My leg bounced faintly, the only sign of the storm building under my skin.This was it.The first procedure.The beginning of something that would either save her… or slowly take her away piece by piece.And I wasn’t ready for either.“She’s going to be okay.”Sarah’s voice came softly from beside me, warm and steady, cutting through the noise in my head like a hand reaching through water.I didn’t look at her immediately.Because if I did, I might actually feel everything I was trying to keep contained.“She has to be,” I muttered under my breath, my voice tighter than I intended. “I don’t have time for anything else.”Sarah shifted closer, her
Lorenzo Drakvolk:The following morningThe docks were already alive by the time I pulled up that afternoon. Cranes groaned overhead, forklifts beeped as they reversed, and the sharp smell of saltwater mixed with diesel and hot metal filled the air. I stood near the main office building with a clipboard in my hand, pretending to check over some shipment logs like the responsible youngest brother everyone expected me to be. Just another day at the Drakvolk family business. Or so they thought.Then Valentino arrived.He came storming down the main pier like a goddamn hurricane, boots pounding against the weathered planks. His voice cut through the noise of the machinery like a blade.“Fucking cowards!” he bellowed, loud enough that every head on the dock snapped toward him.Tools froze mid-swing. Workers straightened up, eyes wide. The foremen who had always been loyal to the elders exchanged nervous glances, but Valentino didn’t give them a chance to recover.“You think I don’t know wh
Lorenzo Drakvolk I pumped my fingers slowly, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her moan. Valentino kissed her deeply then, swallowing her sounds while his hand continued tormenting her breasts—squeezing, tugging, soothing. I leaned down and took her other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until her back arched off the bed.The tray was forgotten. Food could wait. She needed this more—needed us to remind her she wasn’t alone, that her body was safe with us, that pleasure could cut through the pain even for a little while.Her hands fisted in my hair as I switched to her other breast, biting down gently before soothing with my tongue. Valentino’s fingers replaced mine between her thighs, thicker, rougher, plunging deep while his thumb worked her clit in tight circles. She was panting now, hips rolling desperately between us.“That’s it,” I growled against her skin, kissing down her stomach, nipping at her hipbone. “Let go for u
Lorenzo Drakvolk:I felt the exact moment she woke.It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just a subtle shift beneath the sheets, her breathing changing from that deep, exhausted rhythm to something lighter, more aware. My gaze lifted from where I’d been sitting in the low armchair, arms resting on my thighs, watching her like I’d been doing for the last hour. Her lashes fluttered, then slowly lifted. Those eyes—fuck, those eyes—still hazy with sleep, still carrying the weight of whatever hell she’d dragged herself through last night.She looked soft for a second. Too soft. Vulnerable in a way that made something dark and possessive twist hard in my chest. The kind of softness that made me want to wrap her up, pin her down, and remind her exactly who she belonged to until she forgot every other fucking thing in the world.“Hey…” I murmured, my voice low and rough, leaning forward just enough so she could feel me close without crowding her yet. “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”Her gaze found mine, st
Valeria MaryI would say the Drakvolk brothers had ruined me. Perfectly.The kind of ruin that sinks into every nerve, every breath, until anything less feels like half-living. Now I was back at the pack house, the familiar weight of stone walls and wood beams settling around me like a second skin.
Valeria Mary The lesson room was bathed in soft, steady light from tall windows, the air carrying the faint scent of polished wood and old paper. Mira stood across from me at the long table—no slate or chalk in sight, just a small leather-bound book open between us and a few neatly arranged noteca
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
SerahThe dominant, stubborn part of me—the one that refused to let anything stay buried—had won again. I’d told myself I was finished. I’d told him I was finished. I’d walked out of that interview room with my chin high, swearing I’d never sit across from him in a therapy chair again. And yet,







