GABRIEL The gas station attendant didn’t even flinch under my weight. He just stared up at me, calm as the eye of a storm. “You gonna get off me, or do I need to breathe through my ears?” he muttered. I didn’t move. Not yet. My mind was spinning. This wasn’t the rogue. This wasn’t the man who’d been circling Priscilla, shadowing her steps with a predator’s patience. But something in this guy’s eyes told me he knew exactly who I was looking for. “You’re going to tell me everything,” I said, voice like gravel. He smirked. “That depends. You asking nicely?” I didn’t answer. Before I could speak again, my phone buzzed violently in my pocket. I froze. Austin’s name lit the screen. Something was wrong. I shoved off the guy and ripped the phone from my pocket, turning my back to him as I answered. "What?" Austin’s voice was tight. Too tight. "Gabriel—she’s gone." Everything inside me went still. "What do you mean gone?" I barked. "She went outside the wards
PRISCILLA My instincts screamed before I could even think. That voice. That presence. It doesn’t belong here. A chill tore through me, freezing my lungs mid-breath. I spun on my heel, every hair on my body standing as I turned to bolt—but I didn’t make it far. A hand—cold, lightning-fast—snatched me back like I weighed nothing. I barely got a breath in before another hand slapped over my mouth, cutting off my scream. My eyes went wide. My body locked. Panic surged, but I didn’t freeze—I fought. I swung my leg back, hitting him hard in the shin. Nothing. I twisted my torso and elbowed him in the ribs, then aimed straight for the place that always brought any man to his knees. Still nothing. What was he? My lungs burned for air. My heart slammed against my ribs. His grip was iron around me, keeping me pinned to his chest, so close I could feel his breath brush the back of my neck. But it wasn’t laborious. It was calm. Too calm. I thrashed harder, adrenaline tearing through
PRISCILLA "You didn’t have to tell him!" I snapped, pacing the length of Davina’s room like a storm on two legs. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. "I could’ve handled it. I was handling it." Davina stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes flaring with disbelief. "Oh yeah? Really looked like you were handling it, Pris. Saying nothing, doing nothing—just letting that bitch breathe all over you like she owned the air." I turned on her. "You don’t get it. She’s his pack member, Davina. What do you think he’s going to do? Scold her? Take my side and start punishing his own?" Davina’s expression twisted, wild-eyed, her voice coming out in a rush of fire. "Don’t you dare act like I’m the crazy one here! I’m not just going to sit there and let some little bitch walk all over you, pretending nothing’s wrong. Are you telling me I’m supposed to let you fight that battle alone while I twiddle my thumbs and wait for you to fall apart? Hell no, Priscilla!" I swallowed, but I could feel
GABRIEL I stared at her, my mind racing. The day after Priscilla disappeared from this place, he started renting the room. Keeping it. Guarding it. Like it mattered to him. Why? Was it some twisted trophy? A message? Or was there something still here—something he didn’t want anyone else to find? “What room is it?” I asked, voice low. Brenda hesitated. Her gaze flicked to the side like she was weighing something heavy behind her eyes. But the weight of two hundred-dollar bills already in her drawer, plus whatever heat she must’ve felt from my presence, finally tipped the scale. “Room 12,” she said. I nodded and turned without another word, pushing through the many closed doors and upstairs. I reached for the handle. It was cold. The room opened with a groan, hinges squealing slightly, and I stepped inside. The smell hit me first, faint, metallic. Blood. Not fresh, but not old enough to be forgotten either. The place was clean, for the most part, but the energy inside was w
GABRIEL I wasn’t sure how long I stood in front of that damn window, watching nothing. Just trees swaying gently in the breeze, morning light stretching across the yard like golden fingers. But my mind? Nowhere near calm. It was the second file Malric sent this morning—the one sitting on my phone like a loaded gun—that had my chest tightening with every breath. I didn’t know how to react to it. I didn’t even know if it was real. But if it was… So what? my wolf cut in, sharp and defensive. You’re thinking of severing the bond over that? I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing. I never said that. I couldn’t let her go if I tried. Then why are you panicking? Because if someone else finds out—if the Council starts sniffing around her past—this entire pack could be at risk. She could be at risk. So what are you really worried about? my wolf pressed. The Council? The pack? Or is it her? I hesitated, my throat tight. All of it, I finally admitted. But mostly her. My phone rang
PRISCILLA A sharp knock rattled the door, making both Mikah and me snap our heads toward it at the same time. Mikah cocked his head slightly, the ever-present smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like your friend is here.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think you’re so—” I didn’t bother finishing as I clumsily stumbled toward the door, still wrapped in my towel, hair dripping a little wet down my back, heart thudding for more than one reason now. I cracked it open, and sure enough, it was Davina. Her eyes widened instantly as she took me in—barely dressed, freshly showered, flushed like I’d been through five rounds of cardio. A smug grin tugged at her lips. “Bitch,” she hissed, slipping inside without invitation. “I need a full story. Start to finish. You look like you just came out of a war zone—with orgasms.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the heat from crawling up my neck. I glanced back toward Mikah, who now leaned casually against the wall near the window, arms folded li
PRISCILLA I woke to sunlight slicing through the curtains, warm and golden against the sheets tangled around my legs. For a second, I didn't move. Couldn't. My body was too heavy, too sore, too—wrecked. Then I reached out, half-asleep, searching blindly with one hand for the warmth I expected beside me. Nothing. Just cool sheets. Empty space. I blinked, frowning, and turned my head slowly. He was gone. Of course, he was. I pushed myself up on my elbows, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My thighs trembled, my arms weak, and dear God—between my legs? Fire. Actual fire. I winced, groaned, and dropped my head back onto the pillow with a muffled curse. “That man isn’t human,” I muttered into the mattress. “And yeah, he's not.” I tried again—slower this time—dragging myself upright, inch by aching inch. The sheet slipped down my body, and I caught a glimpse of the bruises blooming along my hips, the faint marks of his fingers along my waist and thighs. “Jesus Chr
PRISCILLA Gabriel turned and started walking, I followed, every step weighted with a thousand unspoken questions. The hallway stretched ahead, quiet and dim. I didn’t ask where we were going. I already knew. The moment he took the left turn towards the elevator instead of the right, my heart jumped. His room. No… our room, I corrected internally, though the thought still felt foreign in my mouth. The idea that this place was now partially mine too hadn’t fully settled. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t gentle. It was stretched thin and taut like a cord about to snap. Each step echoed a little too loudly in my ears. I couldn’t help but think back to the car. The way he drove without a word. His eyes fixed on the road like it held every answer he refused to say out loud. The grip on the steering wheel. He opened the door to our room and stepped aside, letting me in first. I hesitated only a second before walking in, the air inside feeling heavier than it h
PRISCILLA The moment Davina tugged me deeper into the boutique, weaving between racks of tailored coats and shelves stacked with boots I’d probably never wear, I realized I hadn’t said a word to Gabriel in over twenty minutes. I wasn’t avoiding him. Not exactly. Okay, maybe I was. But it wasn’t just him—it was the look he gave me every time his eyes met mine. It was too much. Too intense. Like he was peeling me open layer by layer, trying to see past skin and bone to whatever truth was hiding underneath. I didn’t want to see that look. Not when I didn’t know how to explain what even I didn’t understand. And I definitely didn’t want to feel the pull that kept tightening in my chest. “Pris, did you hear what I said?” Davina’s voice broke through the fog in my head as she halted in front of a display. I blinked. “Sorry… what?” She rolled her eyes, then grinned as she held up a cropped leather jacket. “I said, I found a few things you’d actually love. Without waiting for my repl