ログインValerie POVI sat on the edge of Mom’s bed in the master bedroom of our new house, holding her hands gently. The nurse had just finished checking her vitals, and the room smelled faintly of fresh flowers and the herbal tea I’d made for her earlier.Mom looked a lot better today, color in her cheeks, and her eyes were clearer—but the exhaustion from treatment still lingered.“Mom,” I said softly, squeezing her fingers, “I need to tell you something very important.”“Go on,” she managed to say.“I’ll be traveling with Valentino tomorrow,” I started.She blinked, surprise flashing across her face. “Tomorrow? So soon? Valerie, you didn’t say anything about a trip all this time. Why so sudden? Is anything wrong?”I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “It’s an urgent trip. Something important came up, and I have to be with them by their side, as their wife and the pack’s Luna.”Mom’s expression shifted. She searched my face, then her eyes widened slightly as understanding dawne
Valentino POVI shouldn’t have played the video.Heck! I don’t regret it one bit. Wish they watched it live…..heheh Even as I stood there, phone in hand, I smirked.But I did it anyway.The screen lit up in our dimly lit study, casting a faint glow across the room as the footage began to play. Valerie’s voice—soft, breathless, real—filled the silence, followed by mine. The moment we’d shared… raw, unguarded, too intimate to ever be meant for anyone else’s eyes.And yet, there I was.Showing it to my brothers.Her husband.Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening as the video continued. Vincenzo stood beside him, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the screen with an intensity that made the air feel heavier.Neither of them spoke at first.They just watched, and I watched their every reaction.Every shift in their expression. Every tightening of their jaws. Every flicker of something deeper—something territorial.Possessive.The room grew quiet in a way that wasn’t peace
Sarah PovI couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but I knew for sure something was going on with Dante. It started right after our department was awarded the contract to ensure we delivered a strong company logo and brand marketing style.He was given the job of overseeing the smooth execution of it. For weeks, Dante’s eyes were glued to his monitors, checking out design styles and everything related. At first, I admired his commitment to the task and how it would help his quest to uncover who the higher-ups were.Then I noticed he didn’t really pay attention to my presence anymore. Unlike before, when he would instantly be alert with a big smile anytime I came to his desk or tried to give advice. It began to feel like I was disturbing him, so I stayed quiet and just worked alongside him.His closing time stretched far beyond 5 p.m., long after everyone else had gone home. I understood his mission, but something about him kept fading.Then came the day of the presentation. The highe
Dante POVFor weeks, the perfume company had taken my entire attention, day in and night out. Every logo I drafted, every font I agonized over, and every marketing deck I polished was a brick in the fortress I was trying to build for the future of this perfume.Serah was here, working alongside me, and that was all the motivation I needed to be my best. I’m no designer, but I have contacts ready to deliver top-tier designs with a single call. I wanted to be the architect of this company’s success—a rising name and a trustworthy face—so I could accomplish my mission.I wanted the higher-ups to see my name and think of excellence. They had to recognize me… see me and know me. That was the only way to get close to those pieces of shit.I pushed myself harder than I ever had. While others took long lunches, I was sketching, getting advice from my sources on how to refine things. While the rest of the floor emptied out at five, I stayed behind, adjusting the kerning on bottle labels until
Valentino POVMy arms were crossed over my chest, my gaze fixed on Valerie like she might disappear if I blinked. Seeing her like this… it pulled something deeper out of me—something quieter, more dangerous. She had a way of doing that.I leaned over the monitors, shoulders tight, eyes burning from staring too long. The steady clicking of keys filled the study—sharp, precise, controlled. Usually, it meant I was hunting something real.Tonight, I was chasing a ghost.A ghost I was about to reveal.The photograph she’d given me sat open on the screen, worn and aged, like it carried answers it refused to give.“Nothing,” I muttered, leaning back as I dragged a hand over my face.“I’ve run facial recognition through the entire werewolf registry… three times. Not just here—everywhere. There’s no match.”Silence stretched between us.I glanced at her. She had left the bed and was now standing near me.Valerie stood a few feet away, her hands clenched together, her expression tight with some
Valerie povThe mahogany desk was cold against my thighs, a sharp opposite to the feverish heat of Valentino’s skin as he crowded into my space. I could hear the faint hum of his phone, propped up against a stack of ledgers, its camera lens a silent witness to the way I was unraveling under his touch."Look at the screen, Valerie," Valentino whispered. His voice was a low, gravelly command that sent a fresh shiver racing down my spine. "I want you to see what I see. I want you to see how much you want this……and how you should never deny yourself pleasure from us."I turned my head, and I couldn't recognize the hunger in my eyes, wide and dark with a longness that felt bottomless. I watched as his hands, large and certain, moved over me, guiding me into a new position that made me gasp for air. He wasn't going to be gentle, but he was being thorough, intent on capturing every angle of my surrender."You’re doing so well for the camera," he murmured.his lips brushing against t
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







