LOGINAfter escaping a breeding facility that used her body to create hybrid soldiers, Amaya forges a new identity and hides in a quiet werewolf-human town, posing as a college student. She just wants peace, normalcy — control.But on her first week, she meets thre students — heirs of the most powerful packs in the nation — and the unthinkable happens. They all whisper the same word: “Mate.”Her wolf awakens. Her heat ignites. And the forbidden bond between them spirals into chaos.As Amaya hidden powers grow, so does the danger. The Werewolf Council calls her existence an abomination and demands her death. Her mates refuse to let her go — even if it means starting a war.
View MoreAmaya's POV The lab door closes behind me.And all I can do is pray my mates are smart enough to see the trap before it's too late.But knowing them?They're walking in anyway.The door to the lab hisses shut and I'm strapped to an examination table before I can process what's happening. The restraints are reinforced—designed for enhanced subjects. No amount of struggling will break them.Dr. Voss enters, pulling on surgical gloves with practiced efficiency."This would be so much easier if you'd cooperate," she says, almost conversational. "The extraction process is painful. Sedation helps, but given your enhanced healing, standard dosages won't work properly.""You're insane," I spit."I'm visionary. There's a difference." She prepares a syringe. "This will hurt. I'm sorry for that. But the data we gather will save thousands of lives. Eventually."The needle approaches my arm.Then the entire building shakes. Explosion. Close.Voss stumbles. The syringe clatters to the floor.Alarm
Amaya's POVThe person behind Emma is young. Maybe mid-twenties. Blonde hair, athletic build, completely unremarkable except for the way they're standing—too still, too controlled, like a predator pretending to be prey.I recognize them from the files. Project Eleven.Enhanced speed and reflexes. Capable of moving faster than the eye can track."Let her go," I say, keeping my voice steady. "Whatever you want, it's with me. Not her.""That's where you're wrong." Project Eleven's smile doesn't reach their eyes. "I want all of you to understand something. The people who sent me? They're not playing games anymore."Emma's terrified, tears streaming down her face. "Amaya, I'm sorry. They were in the apartment when I got home. They made me call—""Shh." Eleven's hand tightens on her shoulder. "No one's blaming you, Emma. You did exactly what you were supposed to."My mates are tensed beside me, ready to attack. But Eleven is faster than all of us combined. If they want to hurt Emma, they'll
Amaya's POV"Potentially. We're working on locating them, offering protection." Morrison looks troubled. "But some of them don't want to be found. They're in hiding, scared, traumatized. And I can't say I blame them.""We should reach out," I say. "Other survivors. People who understand what they're going through. Maybe they'd trust us.""That's actually a good idea." Morrison makes a note. "Could help us build a support network. Protect each other."My phone buzzes. I check it reflexively.Unknown number. My stomach drops.Unknown: That was exciting. But you're still missing the bigger picture. Genesis wasn't the only one interested in enhanced wolves. We're just getting started.I show the others."That's not Stone," Morrison says immediately. "She's been in custody the whole time.""Then who?" Alvaro demands.Another message comes through. This one's a photo.Of me. Taken through a window. At the safe house. This morning.When we were all tangled together in bed."They were watchin
Amaya's POVEverything happens in slow motion.Morrison reaches for his weapon. Stone fires first—not at him, at the computer. It explodes in sparks. The office plunges into chaos.Luciano moves in front of me, a wall of muscle and protection. Alvaro's already shifted partially, claws extended. Javier's calculating angles, looking for an exit."Don't make this difficult," Stone says calmly, gun now pointed at Morrison. "We just want the girl. The rest of you can walk away.""Not happening," all three of my mates snarl in unison."Then people die." Stone's expression doesn't change. "Your choice."The bond is screaming. My mates want to fight, want to protect me, but they're outgunned. Four armed adults against three college students and one federal agent whose weapon is still holstered.We're going to lose this.Unless I do something."Okay," I say, stepping around Luciano. "Okay, I'll go with you.""Amaya, no—" Javier starts."Nobody else needs to die because of me." I meet Stone's e






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