ANMELDENOf course, I didn’t fall asleep.
Thoughts kept circling in my head, refusing to let me drift off or relax. I woke up early and made it my mission to see my friend and talk to her—no matter what it took. Pacing from corner to corner, I felt my patience wearing thin. My first attempt to knock on the door and call out for someone was met with silence. So was the second. And the third. By noon, footsteps echoed outside, and a key turned in the lock. I sat on the bed, staring straight at the door. At first glance, I might have seemed calm and composed—but in reality, I was a live wire, burning from the inside out. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, ready to spring into action the moment my mind gave the command. The door opened. A man stood on the threshold, hesitating before stepping inside. Apparently, my calm posture didn’t fool him. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied me with a serious expression. “With that look on your face, there’s no way I’m taking you to lunch,” he said dryly. “I’d probably choke on my food.” I snorted and turned away. “What do you want?” I asked irritably. “I came to invite you to lunch. We didn’t exactly get a proper introduction yesterday.” “Where’s Maya?” “Your friend is fine.” “I want to see her.” “If you have lunch with me,” he said with a faint smile, “I might be persuaded to ask my brother to let you meet her.” I let out an exaggerated sigh, clicked my tongue in protest, and stood up. He stepped aside, gesturing for me to follow. “My name’s Max,” he said as we walked down the hallway. “Fine,” I replied with a sly smile. “It suits you. I used to have a dog named Max.” “You’re bold, aren’t you, beautiful?” he chuckled. “Just don’t try that joke in front of my brother, or he’ll kill you where you stand.” A pang of guilt struck me. I lowered my gaze and walked the rest of the way in silence. We ended up in a cozy kitchen, where a middle-aged woman was bustling about. When she saw us, she smiled warmly. “Took you long enough to feed your guest, Max. Kirill’s already brought his girl two trays this morning.” “Mrs. Nina, please,” Max said with a grin. “Kirill’s girl is the future lady of the house. Mine’s just a hostage. No need to feed her that often.” To say his words offended me would have been an understatement. Clenching my jaw, I looked around the kitchen instead of responding. Nina came over, gently took my hand, and led me to the table. “Don’t mind him, dear. The brothers were never known for their manners. Just eat—you’re skin and bones.” “Thank you,” I said politely, returning her smile. While I devoured a salad and a cutlet with obvious pleasure, Max sipped his coffee and watched me in silence. Once I’d eaten my fill, I picked up my cup and finally decided to speak. “How long are you planning to keep me here?” “Don’t worry. As soon as we figure out how to make sure you stay quiet, you’ll be free to go.” “Let Maya go, and I’ll stay quiet.” “I’m afraid Kirill won’t agree to that.” After tea, Max walked me back to my room. Just as he was about to lock the door, I grabbed his wrist. His gaze dropped to my fingers wrapped around him, then lifted to my face—pausing briefly on my lips. Damn. Awkward. I quickly pulled my hand back and said, “Our deal.” “What deal?” He raised an eyebrow. “If I had lunch with you, I’d get to see my friend.” “I’ll see what I can do.” The door slammed shut in my face, and the key turned in the lock. Left alone, I finally allowed myself to relax a little. The moment I lay down, exhaustion from a sleepless night crashed over me. There was no point in fighting it. I closed my eyes and drifted off. A faint rustling sound woke me. The sky outside had turned orange with sunset. “How much drool did you manage to get on that pillow?” a voice drawled behind me. I gasped and spun around. Max was lying on his side, watching my startled reaction with an amused smirk. Honestly—did he ever get tired of smiling like that? “What are you doing here?” I snapped. “I live here,” he said simply, getting to his feet. “I came to take you to your friend, but clearly, you’re not thrilled to see me.” He moved toward the door, ready to leave. “Wait!” I called, rushing over and grabbing his arm again. Another awkward pause. His eyes drifted to my lips once more, lingering longer this time. I let go and took a step back. “Let’s go,” he said quietly, leading the way out. When I saw Maya—safe, unharmed, smiling—I ran to her with open arms. She did the same, but our reunion was cut short by a massive wall of muscle. Or rather, an Alpha built like one. “One more step, crazy woman, and there won’t be any conversation,” he growled. “Crazy woman”? That was new. If looks could kill, the beast would already be writhing in agony. “Come on, brother,” Max intervened, slinging an arm over the Alpha’s shoulder. “Let’s give the ladies some space.” He guided him out of the room. I hugged Maya tightly. She looked happy—too happy for someone being held captive. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” I asked anxiously. “No, he’s been kind. Though… his motives do make me wonder.” She blushed and lowered her gaze. “What do you mean?” “Do you believe in love at first sight?” “Oh no, don’t start. Please don’t tell me that nonsense. No, I don’t. What did he say to make you melt like that?” “Vera, he didn’t promise me anything. I just… didn’t tell you. We met yesterday morning at the restaurant. The moment I saw him, my heart started pounding.” I stared at her in disbelief. This couldn’t be Maya talking. But then again—she was his fated mate. Maybe she truly couldn’t resist him. Damn it. “You want to stay with him, don’t you?” I asked quietly. “I… I don’t know,” she murmured dreamily. Yes, she did. And it stung. Why did these wolves always take the people I cared about most? A lump of despair rose in my throat. Before I could say something I’d regret, I turned and stormed out. I heard Maya calling after me, but I didn’t stop. Max caught up with me near my room. I shot him one last furious look, went inside, and slammed the door in his face.EpilogueIn the southern part of the Dominican Republic, summer was especially merciless, yet the light, humid breeze drifting in from the Caribbean Sea softened the edge of that oppressive heat. Slipping out to the beach early in the morning, I decided to be alone for a while and indulge in a bit of quiet reflection about life. The barely audible wash of the waves sounded like a soothing melody—exactly what I needed right now.A couple of days ago, I found out that I was truly pregnant, and suddenly far too many thoughts were crowding my mind. Owning a home—our own home—had become essential to me, a place where these two little troublemakers would grow up. Arthur stubbornly refused to talk about our future, sending me off to the beach to “rest” every single time I tried to bring it up. I had already figured out that we were on our honeymoon—but what would come after that?Lately, Arthur had been spending an alarming amount of time with his laptop and phone. Since he mostly spoke in t
The road felt far too familiar. That route had etched itself into my memory forever, yet now I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand why we were heading toward the Abramov mansion. Arthur gazed lazily out the window while Lena murmured something incoherent in her sleep. I was the only one sitting rigidly, as if perched on needles, and eventually I couldn’t bear it any longer.“Why are we going there?” I asked.“You’re going to deliver a gift to your friend from me.”It didn’t take long to realize what he meant. The only thing he could possibly offer was the pendant.“Is this some kind of joke?” I looked at him skeptically. “You were planning to take it away. And now you just want to hand it over?”Arthur glanced at me, clearly confused by the direction of the conversation.“I can’t take him,” he said calmly. “I don’t have time to watch over a child right now. I already have to protect this girl. The baby will be safer with his mother.”“I don’t understand you. Protect your mate fro
I had expected to see a Gothic palace with grim gargoyles clinging to its façade—not an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The place was desolate, steeped in an oppressive stillness. Even the blazing orange rays of the setting sun failed to bring it to life.The car came to a stop at the edge of the forest, offering a clear view of the half-ruined building.“Are you sure this is the place?” I asked as David unfastened his seatbelt.“Yes. This is where they keep those who displease the Werewolf Council. I’m going in. You stay here.”“Why would I do that? I’m coming with you!” I protested, tugging at the seatbelt latch. “What the hell? Is it jammed?”“Do you want to join the blonde in the back seat?”I stopped struggling and glanced over my shoulder at the sleeping girl.“No, I don’t. But I’m still coming with you.”“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand? You’ll stay here—conscious or unconscious.”He opened the door and stepped out of the car.The moment he disappeared
“Maya, how are you?” Maura asked, her voice tight with concern.I sank into an armchair and let out a heavy sigh.“I’m fine… but I still don’t remember anything.”“Alright,” Egor said in a firm, commanding tone. “Your mate is Arthur Gromov. He’s being held at the Council right now, and from what we can tell, Ruslan managed to wipe his memory too.”“Who?” three female voices echoed at once.Had I heard that right—Gromov?“That’s impossible,” I snapped. “I wouldn’t go anywhere near Gromov even if you paid me.”“Egor, are you sure you’re not mistaken?” Maura asked, just as shaken.“No, I’m not. He claimed you as his mate, but the Council denied him. Maya, I don’t know what happened between you two all this time, but I can say one thing for sure: that guy loves you—deeply. And you… at the awards ceremony, when you won that culinary competition…”“Stop!” I cut the Alpha off. “I won a competition?”“Yes, but that’s not the point,” the werewolf went on. “That night I saw it—those sparks in b
"I truly didn’t tell him anything," I said, trembling as I felt Ruslan’s claws tear through the fabric of my T-shirt across my back."I wasn’t born yesterday. Was it really that hard to stay home?""What’s his name?" I asked, deciding to change the subject as I took a few steps back, clutching the shredded remains of my shirt to my chest.Either Ruslan didn’t hear me, or he chose to ignore the question. Turning my back on him was a fatal mistake.He looked like a beast driven mad with fury. Claws had burst from his hands, coarse wolf fur spreading across his skin. His eyes burned with a sickly yellow glow. But what terrified me most were his fangs — the same fangs that had already caused me unbearable pain."Ruslan, please, calm down. Let’s talk. Like normal people.""Talk?" He didn’t say it — he growled it, like a true predator, stepping forward and slamming me against the wall."I’m afraid of you.""Afraid?" A twisted grin stretched across his face — something that might once have r
Sometimes life turns into a vicious cycle of misfortune and relentless setbacks. I knew my memory had been erased—but I couldn’t grasp what, exactly, had been taken from me. The Maya staring back from the mirror was undeniably me, yet she felt like a stranger. My features had sharpened, shedding their girlish softness and fullness, becoming more refined, more feminine. My eyes seemed greener, my hair even more copper than before.My gaze drifted to the delicate sun-shaped pendant resting against my collarbone, set with a vivid red stone. I had no idea where it had come from, yet I knew—absolutely knew—that I was meant to wear it and never take it off. And then there was the mark on my neck. Or rather, I knew it had been there yesterday. Ruslan had sunk his wolf fangs into that spot so many times that now it was nothing but a blur of wounds and bruises, impossible to make out.A soft knock at the door pulled me away from my two-hour attempt to rediscover myself in the mirror. I had foo







