Se connecterPOV: KILLIAN BLACKWOODI strode through the hallways of the mansion with long strides, ignoring the trail of mud and blood we left on the designer rugs.Every time Mark Richard let out a moan of agony out there in the garden, Ivy’s mate bond tensed like a piano wire about to snap. I felt her suffering in my own bones, and that only made me want to go back outside and empty the magazine into that pup’s skull.I opened the mind link with Caleb, my voice resonating in his head with the authority of an Alpha who accepted no rebuttals."Don't talk to me about control, Caleb," I muttered internally, my tone icy. "Clean up the mess. I don't want the police prowling around, and I especially don't want the Richard family knowing the details of what happened. I am a Blackwood; if I say that boy injured himself in a failed incursion, that will be the absolute truth. Make it so."I reached my room and entered the dimness charged with my own scent.I walked toward the bed and deposited her on the
I felt the air freeze in my lungs as I took a step back, my feet sinking into the damp grass of the garden. I could feel it: that invisible thread of the mate bond pulling at my sternum, trying to drag me toward Mark.My wolf was silent, not out of peace, but out of an absolute rejection that made her coil into the corners of my mind. She no longer howled for him, but the mate bond did not understand reason."Get away, Mark. You have nothing to do here," I said, my voice trembling with rage after he tried to mark me in the library.Mark took a step forward, closing the distance. His yellow eyes gleamed with a feverish madness in a mixture of alcohol and desperation that made him look like a stranger."Get away?" he let out a dry laugh, devoid of all joy. "You are my mate, Ivy. My future Luna. I'm not going to allow Killian to keep hiding you in this mausoleum. You are destined to sit by my side when I take command of the pack.""Your Luna?" I snorted, feeling a sting of bitterness. "M
POV: Ivy SterlingThe morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, drawing lines of golden dust in the air.I remained motionless under the silk sheets, my chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm while my head was saturated by the echoes of the previous night, repeating over and over like a loop.The blood on Killian's knuckles, the coldness of the golden weapon at his waist, and, above all, the devastating truth about my father.On the other hand, I raised one of my hands to my face, lightly passing my thumb over my lower lip, still remembering the touch of Killian's lips like an invisible footprint that made me shudder under the covers."He should have marked us," my wolf growled, her voice resonating in my head with a mixture of frustration and longing. "His scent was everywhere. We were ready.""Shut up," I whispered against the pillow, squeezing my eyelids shut. "I can't believe I yielded. I offered him my neck as if I were a complete whore!""You did it because he is
Sweat cooled on my skin, turning into a sticky layer of disgust. The revulsion rose in my throat like a tide of acid. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the dizziness the alcohol was still causing in my head.My hands trembled as I searched for my underwear and my pants scattered across the floor of the VIP room. I felt like a complete moron.How the hell was I on the verge of marking this whore?"Damn it..." I hissed through my teeth, closing the zipper of my pants with a violent jerk.I felt like a traitor. Not for having fucked her; an Alpha has needs and the females in this dump are there for that. What tore me apart inside, what made my wolf rage in silence against my ribs, was the fact that I was millimeters away from marking her.If I had sealed that mark, my ascent as Alpha would have been stalled forever.The mark only belongs to the mate. It is the bond that unlocks true power, the raw strength that puts you above the rest. And I had been on the verge of wasting it on skin that h
I carried her in my arms; my movements were choppy, bursts of violent images and pure desire. In a second we were on the room's bed. I stripped off my clothes with clumsy movements while she crawled across the bed, getting on her knees, her tongue trailing down my abdomen until it reached my crotch.I let her act, closing my eyes and visualizing Ivy there, finally surrendering to my will."Do it, Ivy... fuck me with that delicious mouth like you should," I murmured, feeling her lips close over my tip.She moaned and began to suck me with a technique that made me arch my back. Her fingers massaged my testicles while her lips worked wonders, taking me to the edge of madness. My blood was boiling; my fangs began to press against my gums. The pressure of my climax positioned itself against my groin as she continued to suck like a bitch in heat. Her gasps, her gags, every touch of her tongue on my cock, while she gave herself small slaps on the cheek with my hard dick.That woman was a go
POV: MARK RICHARDThe glass shattered against my bedroom wall, splattering drops of cheap bourbon over the photos of Ivy that still hung on the corkboard.My breathing was a constant roar coming from my throat, with a disgusting scent of alcohol and acidic rage emanating from my pores.I was in my room, surrounded by the chaos I had caused. Overturned furniture, torn curtains, and the sour smell of frustration permeating the air."Damn it! Damn you, Ivy!" I roared, slamming the oak desk with a clenched fist.I could feel it as the mate bond lashed at my chest. My wolf clawed at the walls of my skull, whimpering, howling, going mad with jealousy. Ivy was being touched by another man.Every inch of my skin burned, a chemical and spiritual reaction telling me that my mate was under the command of an Alpha who wasn't me. The betrayal of the blood burned my throat.I grabbed a half-empty bottle of whiskey still sitting on the nightstand and ripped the seal off with my teeth before taking a
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
I read the message, feeling every muscle in my body tense, but a second message pinged on my phone again: "Don't waste my time. I don't care what you're doing—put on the dress and the collarr and fulfill your part of the contract by being an obedient assistant." Shit. The air turne







