Riven is carrying the last child the world was never meant to see. An outlawed Omega, swollen with a forbidden pregnancy, he’s been hunted from the moment he drew breath—his scent alone enough to drive Alphas into madness. He’s survived by hiding, running, and trusting no one. Until he stumbles into the territory of Cazriel Vane. The Hunter Alpha. Ruthless. Unyielding. Bred to spill blood and erase threats like Riven from existence. But when Cazriel catches him, trembling and defiant, something ancient snaps into place. Something primal. Something irreversible. Now bound by a curse that defies every law, the coldest Alpha alive finds himself tethered to the boy he was meant to kill. And protecting him might be the only thing that saves what’s left of his soul. The world wants Riven dead. Cazriel wants him safe. And the child growing between them? It might burn the entire kingdom to the ground.
View MoreCAZRIEL’S POVEven when I stepped back, the step didn't seem to reduce, it didn't even fade or stop, no. Instead, it invaded my nostrils, making its way into the back of my throat, thick, suffocating and really…. really wrong. I swallowed hard, pacing the and fro in the hallway, outside the cell, my jaws clenched tightly, eyes blazing with fury, my claws almost elongated and hurting. The scent assaulted my senses in ways I didn't believe it could; raw, Omega heat.But, it didn't feel normal, no. This one was different, it had a twist to it; as though it had been made in a lab, broken to their command. Just then, a voice rang behind me, but I didn't need to turn to know who it was. “Alpha” I heard my beta, Kaan, call behind me. “This is important, you need to have a look” I saw as he held out a scroll and without still looking, I ripped it from his grip, scanning it almost immediately. There was more than one scroll, about three. They all looked half torn, I saw brown stains on
RIVEN’S POVI tossed and turned, clutching my stomach, my eyes shut tightly. It felt as though I was in a losing game, each breath I took was as though it was my last, each bone in my body shuddered as I moved, beads of thick, hot sweat dripping down my skin and the air smelled like it was contaminated with poison. I parted my mouth, my eyes rolled into my head as I continued taking deep breaths to at least keep myself conscious, but it didn't relive the crazy pain that was making me go insane. It felt as though the walls of the room were closing in on me, the bed I laid on was made out of rock. But amidst my pain, I knew he was there, staring at me. I didn't have to see him to know, I could feel his thick, suffocating aura and that scent….that scent of his that literally made me lose my mind. He didn't move from where he moved, just stood there, silent, his breath calm. I pressed my lips tightly together, took a deep breath then spoke up in a raspy, cracked tone. “Are you just
Cazriel’s POVThe first thing that caught my eyes wasn't the blood, no. It was the way the snow heated up, burning and hissing from the impact of the boy's skin. I saw as steam seeped from his skin, and inside me, something deadly and ancient stirred, baring its teeth at the sight not from anger, no, but from raw, primal hunger. With fucking need and desire. I hovered above his curled form, my shadow engulfing his petite, shuddering body. His knees were pressed to his chest, arms clutching tightly around his belly, eyes shut, hissing in pain under his breath. And under his skin, something throbbed again, a small kick that felt alive.I didn't move, didn't even breathe. What the fuck was that? The wind seemed to shift behind me, my wolf howling in my chest, ears twitching slightly from the crunching of dried leaves through the snow behind me. It was Kaan, my beta. He approached, stopping just beside the boy. Then, he spoke up in a mocking, unimpressed tone. “Tsk…another rogue,
Riven’s POVBefore I could even take a deep breath, I tasted blood thick on my tongue. . I really didn't mean to run this far, especially not this fast and as I turned my head behind me, the snow was already painted red in my own blood and in that moment I realized if I stopped, I wouldn't be seen breathing by dawn. The wind felt like a deadly sharp blade, slashing across my skin, my face, lungs, eyes, literally everywhere and to make matters worse, my clothes were very thin, definitely not the one to wear for winter. In fact, I was hardly dressed, just a torn shirt painted in my own blood, feet bare, almost turning purple from the icy ground, my knees trembling, buckling with each step I took but I still didn't stop. Inside my veins I could feel the drug burning hot and fiery. Earlier, we were forced to drink the drug; a black, thick liquid that tasted bitter and disgusting, and it was meant to mask out our scent and it was the only thing keeping me from getting caught. But unfo
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