INICIAR SESIÓNMonsters were hunted. Slaughtered. Erased. Nyxara survived by becoming no one. No power. No past. No truth.Until Rowan Varkas finds her. The last alpha doesn’t trust easily—but he knows she’s lying. He can feel it in the way her heart stutters. In the way her scent calls to something ancient inside him. He watches her. Tests her. Keeps her close.Because whatever she’s hiding… belongs to him now. But Nyxara’s secret isn’t just dangerous.It’s forbidden. Powerful. Fatal.And when Rowan finally uncovers the truth about what she is—He won’t have to choose between claiming her…or killing her.He’ll have to decide whether she’s worth destroying the world for.
Ver másNyxara POVI showed him the part of me most feared.And instead of running—The wolf looked at me like I was something precious.⸻I should have hidden them again immediately.That is the first thought that enters my mind as Rowan continues staring at my wings with an intensity that makes heat creep beneath my skin in a way that has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the look in his eyes.Not fear.Not caution.Not even curiosity.Wonder.Gods, he is looking at me with wonder.The realization unsettles me more than it should because I know what others saw when they looked at wings like mine, especially after the extinction began, after stories spread and fear twisted truth into something ugly. Wings like these were not seen as beautiful. They were seen as dangerous, powerful, unnatural, signs of something ancient enough to threaten balance itself.Yet Rowan just keeps staring at me like he’s been handed something rare instead of something lethal.“You’re staring,” I mu
Rowan POVShe trusted me with her body.But trust like this?This was far more dangerous.⸻The silence between us stretches after her admission, heavy with everything she still cannot say, everything pressing against the bond hard enough that I can feel the weight of it without fully understanding what’s buried beneath her skin and locked behind those guarded eyes. My hand remains against her side where the markings have finally begun to calm beneath my touch, the violent movement easing into slow pulses instead of sharp flares, and I don’t miss the way her breathing steadies with it, or the way she unconsciously leans into the contact before realizing she’s doing it.Nyxara looks exhausted.Not weak.Never weak.But worn down in a way that has nothing to do with battle and everything to do with carrying too much alone for far too long.And even now, even standing here with me after everything we’ve shared, she still tries to hold herself together like letting someone help her is som
Nyxara POVI wanted to tell him the truth.But whatever lives inside me—Would rather tear me apart than let me speak it.I shouldn’t have done that.The thought hits immediately, sharp and instinctive, the part of me that has survived centuries without attachment reacting before anything else can settle too deeply, but my body betrays that logic almost instantly because I still don’t move away from him, don’t create the distance I should, don’t pull back from the warmth of his hand against my side or the steady presence of him standing so close.Because the moment I kissed him, something changed.The bond doesn’t just hum anymore.It locks.I feel it immediately, deeper than before, stronger in a way that has nothing to do with proximity and everything to do with choice, and the connection between us tightens like something finally secured instead of loosely tied together. Heat spreads beneath my skin, the markings along my side pulsing beneath Rowan’s touch, brighter now, steadier,
Rowan POVI knew her marks weren’t normal.But this—This made one thing clear… something inside her is waking up.⸻I’ve seen her marks move before, subtle shifts beneath her skin that most wouldn’t notice unless they were looking for it, faint pulses that never stayed long enough to question too deeply, but this is different, this is constant, visible even without trying, and the moment I catch it again my focus locks onto her completely as the faint lines along her side darken and shift like something restless beneath the surface.They’re reacting.Not randomly.Not faintly.Stronger.Faster.Like whatever is behind them is getting closer.My instincts snap into place immediately, not slow, not measured, just there, sharp and absolute, my wolf rising hard enough that I don’t question it as I step into her space.“Nyxara.”She doesn’t move right away, but I see it in her eyes, the way she already knows what I’m looking at, what I’m about to say, and that alone is enough to push my c






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