LOGINI left the bathroom with my lungs burning and my feet hitting the faculty hallway with an electric urgency.I felt like branded cattle, monitored by that black phone that now weighed like lead in my pocket, but there was no trace of the indignation I felt this morning.Knowing that Killian's men had arrived just before the blood on my arm finished staining the floor instilled in me a sense of protection that bordered on the sickly.I knew they were now finishing cleaning up the mess Mark had caused, while the mark on my neck wouldn't stop burning.At first I thought it would be painful, but the more time passed, that burning only made my inner wolf emit a low, guttural purr.It was like a claim vibrating in my flesh, notifying me that the owner of my soul was near.I kept my hand pressing my wound, staining the university hallway with blood until I finally reached the building exit and stopped dead.There he was, a few meters away, leaning against a black sports car that gleamed under
Before his fingers touched my skin, I raised my hand and dealt him a slap so loud that his head turned violently.Mark let out a grunt of incredulity, clutching his cheek. "You goddamn bitch!" he roared.He raised his hand to hit me back, but I was faster. I took advantage of his position and gave him a sharp, brutal kick right between the legs."Don't you ever touch me again!" I screamed at him.Mark let out a muffled wail and hunched over, backing away two steps as he gasped in pain."You sold me, Mark" I told him, looking at him with a disgust born from my gut. I leaned toward him, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "The bond you mention so much is nothing compared to what he gives me. He is not a coward who plays with my life to pay debts and fucks every whore in front of him.""He's only using you!" Mark spat from the floor, trying to catch his breath. "He's a hybrid who feels nothing! He will never give you what a real mate would give you!"That phrase was the trigger. My wo
POV: IVY STERLING Monday, 7:00 AM.The morning light was born with a lead-gray sky that seemed to crush the roofs of the mansion.I stood in front of the master bedroom mirror, adjusting the high collar of my black silk shirt with nervous fingers as I observed the trace of Friday night that still throbbed on my skin.The fabric brushed against Killian's mark, and every contact sent an electric shock that reminded me of his weight, his scent, and the way his fangs had claimed my soul.I knew what was coming wouldn't be easy. The air in the house was saturated with a tension that could be cut with a knife, but I couldn't stay locked up. Not today."I must go to the university" I whispered to the empty room."He claimed us, Ivy. Goddess, we belong to him now!" purred my wolf, but her voice sounded strangely docile.I ignored her submission and went straight to my room. I took a shower and put on a fitted skirt with a turtleneck shirt to cover the mark.The reality is that I hadn't seen
Killian passed by me, looking at me with that expression that would have killed a common man, and walked directly toward the mahogany mini-bar. “Stop the nonsense, Caleb” he hinted, pouring himself a glass of neat whiskey. “I didn't mark her for that. It was the only way to save her from the Richards' interference.” But for a second his hand stopped before bringing the glass to his lips. I let out a mocking laugh. I had known Killian since we were pups. He wouldn't mark a woman, especially not a she-wolf without a pure lineage, unless he was hopelessly in love with her. However, his Alpha pride was his only defense, but to me, it was transparent as crystal. It was obvious that Killian was in love to the core with that girl, even if he'd rather burn the world down before admitting it. “Sure, and I'm a cat” I said ironically. “Admit it, that pup is your addiction. But anyway, changing the subject, the dean sent a message. There's an urgent faculty meeting at the university to deal
He was dressed in an impeccable black suit, his hair perfectly combed back, and an expression of coldness that made me wince.He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking at me as if I were an asset he had just acquired.Without saying a word, he pulled out a new mobile phone, matte black in color, and tossed it onto the blankets right in front of me.“What is this?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.“Your old life is dead, Ivy. Your father, the Richards, your university friends... all of that is over,” his voice was glacial, without a hint of emotion. “From now on, you only answer to this number.”“You can't just erase my life, Killian,” I told him, trying to sound brave despite the mark on my neck throbbing at his proximity.“I already did,” he leaned over me, resting his hands on the mattress, trapping me in his shadow. “You are a Blackwood now. And Blackwoods don't mix with trash. Learn to use it.”He turned around and left the room without looking back, while my fingers, still
POV: IVY STERLINGThe world shrank to a point of white agony that was born in my neck and expanded like poison down my spine.I felt Killian's fangs piercing so deeply that the sound of the cartilage giving way echoed inside my skull; but what truly tore me apart was not the steel of his teeth, but the definitive rupture of the bond with Mark.The connection with Mark vanished in a silent scream from my wolf, an agony that left me breathless while Killian's mark began to burn in my neck like molten iron.I could feel his semen burning me inside, claiming my womb, while his mark claimed my soul.However, after his massive cock left my cunt, my lungs seemed to collapse. I tried to breathe, but the air refused to enter. My eyes rolled back and the office began to spin.Killian's bloody face was the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me completely.My wolf, exhausted by the rupture of the bond and the domination of the hybrid, curled up in a corner of my mind and shut down.***
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: Killian BlackwoodThe engine of my Bugatti roared down the highway while my fingers tapped the leather steering wheel with a tension I couldn't explain.I was returning from a meeting with the Alpha Council, my mind filled with numbers and war strategies, until an electric scent—sweet and wild
With that, I simply made a dismissive gesture with my hand. "Professor Blackwood? He only wanted to… discuss my scholarship. My father has had some delays with the payments and needs to settle up before the end of the month."God, I felt terrible having to lie to my new friend, but
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







