I’m the last of a cursed bloodline. He’s the Alpha who lost everything because of mine. Matteo Cruz Valentino “El Lobo”—feared biker, mafia leader, Alpha without mercy—was never meant to be my mate. But the moon doesn’t care about grudges, and fate has no compassion. Now I’m trapped in his world. His rules. His war. He won’t love me. He won’t even look at me without hate in his eyes. But behind that hate is something raw… something breaking. He caged me in his world of darkness and violence… yet kisses me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made him feel real. And I’m not sure which will kill me first—his silence, or his touch.
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The scent of oil, sweat, and rust was oddly comforting. In a world full of people wearing masks, at least my mechanic shop was honest. Machines didn’t lie. They just broke—and I knew how to fix them. I wiped the back of my hand across my cheek, leaving a streak of black grease behind. The engine I was working on whined to life for the first time in weeks, and I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. “Good girl,” I muttered to the bike as the rumble settled into a steady purr. That peace didn’t last long. The chime above the garage door jingled. I didn’t have to look up. I knew that heavy, impatient gait. The faint scent of stale cigar smoke and cheap leather. Clyde Braxley. And if trouble had a face, it’d wear that ugly scar that ran from his temple to his lip. I exhaled slowly and stood, using a rag to clean my hands while forcing myself to look calm. “Clyde,” I greeted with a tight smile. “Didn’t expect you this early.” He didn’t answer right away. He took his sweet time walking toward me, boots echoing across the concrete floor, eyes scanning the shop like he owned it. Technically, he didn’t. But the money I borrowed from him said otherwise. “You’re late, Avi,” he said, voice rough like a worn-out muffler. “Two weeks past due.” I swallowed. “I know. I’m trying. Business has been slow—” He stepped in, too close. I tensed. “That’s not my problem,” he snapped. “You think I’m running a damn charity? I gave you two months. You’ve had three.” “Please,” I said, lowering my voice. “I just need a little more time. I can get you part of it now and the rest in—” Clyde’s hand slammed against the metal shelf beside me, rattling it so hard a wrench clattered to the floor. I flinched. “Do I look like I care?” His breath was foul. “You think you can sweet-talk your way out of this again? You’re not as cute as you think, sweetheart.” I clenched the rag in my fist. “I’m not trying to cheat you, I swear.” He scoffed and backed off, but only a step. “You’ve got one week. If I don’t have the money by then… I’ll make sure you’re crawling on your knees to beg for forgiveness.” He turned, and as he reached the door, he paused. “No more extensions, Carrington. I’ll collect one way or another.” Then he was gone, and the door slammed shut behind him with a metallic thud. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and leaned back against the workbench, hands trembling slightly. I hated this—being cornered, powerless, and constantly on edge. A few seconds later, the back door creaked open, followed by the sound of heavy boots and a familiar voice. “Avi? You in here?” I didn’t have to look. Briar James had a voice like gravel and fire, and a presence that could set a room alight. She stepped into the garage, wiping sweat from her forehead, her black tank top clinging to her toned frame. She paused when she saw me. “You look like shit.” “Thanks,” I said dryly. “Just what I needed to hear.” She narrowed her eyes and tossed her bag onto the counter. “What happened?” I hesitated. But the concern on her face made me cave. “Clyde was here. He’s breathing down my neck about the payment. Threatened to make my life hell.” Briar’s jaw clenched. “That slimy bastard. I told you not to take money from him.” “I didn’t have a choice,” I said. “My truck broke down, the rent was late, and I had to eat, remember?” She crossed her arms. “Then let me beat his ass for you. Just once. I won’t even leave a mark anyone can trace.” I cracked a small smile despite myself. “Tempting. But no. I don’t need more heat.” Her expression didn’t soften. If anything, it darkened. “You’ve been off radar for years, Avi. No one’s supposed to know you’re here. I cast the concealment myself.” “I know,” I said, shrugging. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence.” Briar rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and I’m a vegetarian.” Before I could respond, a sharp sound cracked through the air—a howl. It wasn’t close, but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine. We both froze. Another howl followed, closer this time. Angry. Hunting. “Tell me that wasn’t what I think it was,” I whispered. Briar didn’t answer immediately. Her expression turned deadly serious. “Wolves.” “No one’s supposed to know we’re here,” I repeated, but this time my voice wavered. “They shouldn’t,” she said. “I used a blood-bound concealment. Masked your scent completely.” A snarl echoed from the trees beyond the shop. This one wasn’t distant. “Then how—” I began. “I don’t know,” she cut in. “But we need to move. Now.” We bolted toward the back room where Briar had already packed emergency bags—just in case. We’d done this drill before, but never for real. Until now. The wind shifted and my stomach dropped. I smelled fur. Blood. And smoke. “They’re here,” I breathed. My voice was no louder than a whisper. Briar tossed me a black leather satchel and shoved a small blade into my boot. “You know how to use that?” “I’ll figure it out.” We slipped out the rear exit, creeping along the tree line behind the garage. The forest loomed, dark and full of secrets. It wasn’t safe—but neither was staying. Briar paused just as we reached the edge. “Avi…” “What?” She looked at me, her jaw tight. “This isn’t random. Someone sold you out.” Her words hit harder than any slap. I nodded, forcing down the fear building in my throat. “Let’s go.” And together, we disappeared into the woods—two shadows running from monsters. But little did I know… my biggest fear of hunting me was coming true. Branches clawed at my arms as we ran, the trees closing in around us like they wanted to keep us trapped. I tried not to think about the sound of paws slamming the forest floor behind us, or the breath that ghosted my neck as if something was too close, too fast, too real. Briar grabbed my arm and yanked me down behind a fallen log just as a large, black-furred wolf lunged past our hiding place, its growl vibrating the earth. I pressed my hand over my mouth, heart slamming in my chest like it wanted out. Briar didn’t blink. Her eyes burned bright with fury and focus. “That’s not a rogue,” she whispered. “That’s a trained enforcer.” I froze. “You mean pack?” She nodded grimly. “Not just pack. Military. Someone high up sent them. Someone with power.” I closed my eyes for a second. “Then this isn’t just about Clyde. This is personal.” A moment passed. Briar turned to me, her voice barely audible over the rustling wind. “They’re not here to collect a debt, Avi. They’re here to claim you.” The hair on my arms stood. And in the distance, another howl broke the sky—one that felt less like a threat… and more like a warning.AvelineThe moon was high—cold and distant, a silent witness to my rebellion.My heart thundered against my ribs as I crept through the Black Fang estate like a ghost, sticking to shadows, avoiding every creaking board and flickering light. Every footstep felt deafening. Every breath was a countdown.Matteo’s scent lingered in the halls, stubborn as smoke. It clung to the walls, the air, and even me. My wolf whimpered quietly in protest with every step away from him, but I shoved her down. I had to.This was the only way to survive.The symbol I left behind wasn’t much—just a single obsidian feather, placed on the windowsill of his war room. It was from the pendant I used to wear before all of this. He’d find it. And when he did, he’d know I was gone—not kidnapped. Not dead.Gone by choice.The eastern gate loomed ahead, a sliver of freedom wrapped in steel. The amulet Knox had given me burned against my chest, humming with faint magic. As promised, there was no scent trail left behin
AvelineThe knock was so soft I almost didn’t hear it.I sat up sharply from my bed, heart already racing. The estate was supposed to be locked down, Matteo’s guards posted at every hallway turn. No visitors. No surprises. No hope.Unless this was the surprise I’d been waiting for.“Who is it?” I whispered, cautious.“It’s Knox.”I didn’t hesitate. I slipped across the room and opened the door, just enough to let him in. He moved like smoke—silent, purposeful, dangerous in that confident way only men like him could be. His hood was up, shadows clinging to him like old friends.“You’re insane,” I muttered. “Someone could’ve seen you.”“They didn’t.” He flashed me a quick grin. “I don’t take chances. Especially not with you.”My arms folded. “You sure about that?”He didn’t answer, just closed the door behind him and turned, his expression shifting into something far more serious.“It’s time, Aveline.”My breath caught. I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed those words until I heard the
Aveline The storm outside hadn’t even started, but I could feel it in the air. Tension. It clung to the walls of the Black Fang estate like sweat after a battle, thick and suffocating. Every servant gave me a wide berth, eyes darting to corners, whispers trailing behind me like shadows. I didn’t need their pity. I didn’t need anything. Except space. Except answers. But I wasn’t going to get any of those, not when Matteo was in one of his moods—icy silence mixed with venom-laced orders. After what Serafina had done—framing me and locking me away—he hadn’t apologized. He hadn’t explained. He just watched. Punished. And now, I stood outside his war room, pacing like a caged wolf. Mila had warned me to let it go, to wait, to let his temper cool. But I wasn’t built for silence. I threw the doors open and walked in. He stood by the long table, staring at the map of Cardenas like he could set it on fire with just his eyes. His hands were clenched at his sides, jaw flexing when he s
MatteoThe chamber echoed with polished boots and fraying tempers. The scent of tension was thick—councilmen murmuring under breath, elders trading disapproving looks, and at the center of it all stood Serafina Moretti, draped in obsidian silk and poison. She sat beside me at the war table like she still belonged there. Like Aveline didn’t exist.“La Vipera,” they still called her. The Viper of Verona. My past, and more than that—an empire-builder in her own right. Her fangs had fed this pack when it was starving, her tongue had saved our lives during those early deals with syndicates that wouldn’t blink twice before burying a pack under concrete and blood.But now, she was circling again. And this time, her fangs were aimed at Aveline.“You’re being weakened,” Serafina said calmly, twirling a crystal glass of dark vermouth as if we were at some wine-tasting, not a council meeting. “That girl… Carrington. She is a risk.”“She’s my mate,” I said evenly.“You didn’t choose her. Fate for
MatteoThe room reeked of smoke, sweat, and steel—just the way I liked it. Beneath the estate, deep in the old vaults carved before the first war, the Black Fang council gathered. The stone walls had been retrofitted with high-end tech, but the bones of the room remained ancient, primal. A reminder of what we were before the money, the bikes, the blood-stained suits.I sat at the head of the obsidian table, leather cut draped over my chair like a crown I never asked for. My men flanked me—Ezra Vale to my right, calm and deadly as ever, knuckles tattooed with words that had drawn blood more times than I could count. Lucio Garza stood to the left, flipping through a digital report on his sleek black tablet, his slicked-back hair and thousand-dollar watch a sharp contrast to Ezra’s raw brutality.“The last two runs out of Edgepoint were compromised,” Lucio said, tapping a screen. “Cameras went black. The convoy was intercepted at the bridge, and we lost three crates of silver-grade weapo
AvelineI stood still long after Matteo left me there—barefoot and seething, his scent lingering in the chill morning air like gunpowder after a spark.He didn’t kiss me.He wanted to. I saw it in the way his eyes darkened, in how his hand trembled against my jaw, hovering on the edge of surrender.But he didn’t.And I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.The sun was rising now, splashing its light across the estate like a mocking promise. Another day. Another test. Another game of survival. But for one brief second, I’d seen a crack in his armor—a flicker of the man behind the Alpha, the fire-wielding tyrant, the one who used pain like currency and power like a leash.I’d touched his humanity.And he’d run from it.My wolf stirred in my chest, unsettled, confused. She didn’t understand why our mate resisted. She didn’t care about bloodlines or curses. She just wanted. But I couldn’t afford to think like her. Because desire made people soft, and softness got you killed.I to
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