INICIAR SESIÓNPOV: Ivy SterlingI had spent the whole afternoon locked within these four walls, measuring the room with my steps, feeling as though the oxygen was running out by the second.In fact, after Sarah left, the silence of the room became my only companion. However, when I walked toward the wall mirror, my gaze settled directly on my neck.She had applied a couple of cold, thick creams that smelled of medicinal herbs; nevertheless, I didn't think that in a matter of a few hours, the marks from Mark's fangs would have completely disappeared, leaving my skin as smooth as if it had never been profaned.“I think she’s a very lovely girl, how can she be Killian’s sister?” I asked my wolf, who had been unusually quiet.“I told you, that man wants us. If not, why does he care so much about our health?” my wolf replied.A grimace of frustration and annoyance appeared on my lips. I didn't care what my wolf said; I would never believe that Killian wants us. He had even humiliated me at the universit
Without wanting to think about it anymore, I simply opened the mind link with some of the mansion guards."Maximum surveillance," I ordered, using my Beta command. "If the Sterling girl sets one foot outside that door without my authorization or the Alpha's, lockdown the complex. No one enters, no one leaves.""Understood, sir," they replied in unison.I stood alone at the entrance, unsure if I should go inside or not; after all, I didn't want to see Sarah, but at the same time, I didn't want to leave that girl alone. However, just as I had decided to step inside the mansion, my phone vibrated. I quickly pulled it from my pocket and looked at the screen with a grimace of intrigue; it was Salvatore, one of the majority partners of the Holding, the financial arm of the mafia that Killian ran in the shadows."Speak, Salvatore," I said, leaning against the car."Who the hell is that girl, Caleb?" the man barked without a greeting. "The rumors say Killian has a Sterling living under his r
POV: CALEB STONERDriving back to the mansion with Ivy Sterling in the passenger seat was like transporting a time bomb that had already detonated.She wasn't screaming, she wasn't struggling; she was simply there, her gaze lost through the glass and her right hand pressed against her neck, while a small drop of blood filtered between her fingers, staining the straps of her dress.However, when I finally reached the mansion, I stopped the car right in front of the main steps and opened my door. I walked around the Bentley to open the passenger door, but when I moved the handle, I realized it was locked.A sigh of patience left my lips before I leaned in and gave a small tap on the window glass. Ivy remained motionless, her head bowed and her body trembling violently on the seat."Ivy, we have to get out," I told her with the softest voice I could project."I’m not getting out," she whispered through the glass, with a voice full of agony that rasped against my ears.Fuck. As a Beta, my
I couldn't contain myself; I simply tilted my head toward Ivy's neck, inhaling the scent of our bond while my fingers lightly brushed her glowing skin.In an instant, my fangs peeked through my gums, to the point of grazing the surface of her skin, ready to bury them and seal our destiny once and for all.However, just as I was millimeters from her jugular, savoring the moment of her surrender, my senses spiked.My eyes went wide as saucers and horror shot through my body like an electric shock.Ivy's scent was there—I could smell it since I entered the library—but just as I inhaled against her neck, I noticed her sweet aroma was nearly suffocating under something else.It was a dark scent, loaded with ancient power and danger."Killian..." I roared in my head, the word rasping in my throat.Killian Blackwood’s trail was imprinted on my mate's skin!At that, I quickly pulled away from her neck and my hands let go of her body as if her skin had begun to burn me. The stench of Killian B
POV: MARK RICHARDThe moment I set foot in the classroom, Ivy Sterling's scent flooded my senses, hitting the most primitive part of my brain directly.My wolf had been clawing at the walls of my skull for the last two days, demanding that I go find her, but I always silenced him with a pragmatic coldness."Mate! She hates us because of you!" my wolf roared. "You fucked another female and hurt her!""Stop barking," I ordered him internally as I walked toward my seat. "She belongs to us."In fact, it didn't matter how many times I sought relief in other females and fucked them while Ivy played hard to get; at the end of the day, the mate bond would force her to crawl back to my feet.But when my eyes finally located her at the front of the classroom, my confidence suffered a crack.Ivy was there, standing by the massive wooden desk, wearing a dress I didn't remember seeing on her before. The fabric clung to her curves in a sinful way, exposing too much skin and drawing the attention of
My wolf howled inside me, torn between fear and that treacherous submission Killian was provoking in me.I only looked at him in silence, as his gaze grew darker and darker. I knew he would carry out his threat, that he would strip me right there and fuck me, in front of everyone."I hate you," I muttered, my eyes filling with tears of pure frustration."I know," he smiled, releasing my face. "Now, get out."With an annoyed grunt, I forced my trembling legs to move while my chest throbbed at a massive speed.However, when I stepped outside, I felt the weight of hundreds of gazes digging into me."I see now what she does to be Blackwood's assistant.""How shameless, she even comes from fucking him."The murmur of the students echoed over and over; however, when Killian closed the car door, I gave a slight start and looked up toward the fountain. I could feel Mark's gaze burning my skin as Killian rounded the car with a firm step, ignoring the crowd.Killian stopped beside me and, with
POV: Killian BlackwoodHaving Ivy Sterling on her knees in front of my fly had been the most fucking exquisite vision my Alpha eyes had ever witnessed.As I looked down at her from my height, my mind was a hive of filthy images that would have made any saint turn pale. I imagined her with her plum
The sting in my neck was barely a whisper compared to the agony of the dense, icy liquid carving its way through my veins. Dammit, within seconds, an unbearable heat spread from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine with terrifying speed.What the fuck was happening to me?Pain?Agony?The fe
POV: Ivy SterlingI reached my room in the dorms, and the silence of the walls hit me with the force of a truck.I slammed the door shut, leaning my back against the cold wood while the echo of my father’s shouts and Killian Blackwood’s icy laughter replayed on a loop inside my head."Damn him! Dam
Shit, shit! This was a slavery sentence disguised as employment. However, at that moment, my eyes stopped on a line written in italics at the bottom of the page."Any act of disobedience, attempt to flee, or unauthorized romantic contact with third parties will result in the immediate ex







