Rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Nox, for reasons tied to a supposed Omega curse, Tamsin leaves the Lunaris Pack with Nox’s best friend, Lior—only to be used and betrayed again. Behind the scenes, Nox’s manipulative mother spins lies to keep her grip on power, while Zara, the Beta's daughter, serves as her weapon. When the truth surfaces, Tamsin returns stronger, unwilling to forgive easily. Nox must face the damage his choices caused and fight for the one he turned away. But redemption won't come easy—especially when the very people closest to him are plotting his downfall.
View MoreThe first intrusion is the light, a weak, watery gray seeping through the neatly arranged curtains of my room. My limbs feel impossibly heavy, as if they’ve been filled with wet sand, each movement a monumental effort. A dull, persistent throb behind my eyes amplifies the metallic tang that coats my tongue, a constant, vile reminder of the poison that has taken root within me.Then, the sound. A soft, almost melodic humming that cuts through the cottony fog in my ears. Zara. Her presence drifts towards me on the air, a cloying sweetness that once ignited a fierce, possessive fire within me. Now, it feels like an oppressive perfume, suffocating the last vestiges of my will. I can sense her nearness beside the bed, a gentle pressure on the mattress as she dabs my forehead with a cool, damp cloth. The rustle of silk against my skin is jarringly out of place, a mismatched sound that speaks of performance rather than genuine care. She’s dressed as if to seduce, the fabric clinging
I grip the steering wheel of my sleek, silver Audi, my knuckles white. It smells new, expensive, a heady mix of leather and something subtly artificial. I thought of personalising the car before I kicked off my driving lessons with Dante, but then I thought about it.What exactly is my personality?And then Kira had replied, "A stupid and brainwashed girl who believes three orgasms can equal the truth."I had ignored her, and concluded on my own that I'm still finding out what I like and what I don't. In other words, I'm still searching for a personality.That and Kira is giving me the silent treatment."Fucking bitch," she grumbles in my head at that and I smirk internally, then I bring my head back to the safe confines of my car and turn my attention to Dante.“Are you absolutely sure this isn’t too fast?” I ask him, my voice a little higher than usual.Dante, perched in the passenger seat, throws his head back and laughs, a warm, melodious sound that’s quickly becoming familiar.
The first sensation is the vile taste, a cloying metallic tang that clings to every surface of my mouth. It’s as if I’ve been sucking on old pennies, the coppery bitterness seeping into my gums, coating my tongue, even tainting the ragged, shallow breaths I manage to draw. My stomach roils, a violent, twisting knot that threatens to expel its meager contents. The choked air around me suggests I'm not in the woods like I last remember, instead, I'm in a cabin.By the scent of herbs, Silas's cabin, to be precise.My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, as if weighted down by stones. I fight against the lethargy, forcing them open to the dim, flickering light of the lantern hanging precariously from a rafter. Silas is a hunched figure across the small room, his movements slow and deliberate as he meticulously mixes a dark, viscous poultice in a chipped earthenware bowl. His weathered face is etched with concern, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips pressed into a thin, grim line.
Lior’s breath is warm against my skin, a soft caress that sends shivers down my spine. His lips trail light kisses down the curve of my neck, each touch a feather-light promise. “I promised to make it up to you for last night, little star,” he whispers, his voice husky with a morning tenderness that always manages to disarm me.I want to do desperately be trapped in this moment, like the old times in his mountain cabin. I want to be stuck hopelessly in the charms of this moment.But the images from that room, the cold glint of steel, the grotesque shapes in the jars, they’re still there, lurking just beneath the surface of my awareness. I can feel Lior’s gaze on me, a knowing glint in his eyes that tells me he’s aware of my transgression, my foray into his hidden space. Yet, he pretends otherwise, and I find myself caught in a strange dance of unspoken knowledge.When his lips return to mine, I meet his kiss, a desperate attempt to recapture the easy intimacy we usually share. I
Home alone again. I guess I should better start getting used to it.The silence in the penthouse stretches, a heavy blanket woven with my own restless thoughts. Lior has been gone since last night, a whirlwind of a kiss on my forehead and a promise to make it up to me later before he disappeared out the door. “Business,” he’d said with that charming, slightly mysterious smile that usually melts away my worries. But this time, the worry lingers.The past two weeks replay in my mind, a series of disjointed images and unsettling whispers. The weird packages, arriving in the dead of night, their contents unknown, quietly whisked away by Lior when he thought I was asleep. The hushed phone calls in that rapid Italian, the words I couldn’t understand painting a backdrop of secrecy to our new life.And then there’s Vince. He’s been around more than I expected for just an “investor.” I’ve feigned sleep on several occasions when I’ve heard his voice outside the door, a low murmur that so
The scent of rosemary oils and what you would imagine the colour lilac to smell like, in my mother’s room used to bring a sense of grounding, a connection to the Lunaris I knew. Now, it just feels…stifling. She stands before the crackling fire, her back to me, her shoulders rigid with a tension I know all too well. The air between us is thick, heavy with unspoken accusations and a disappointment that hangs like a shroud.“I don’t know who you are anymore, Nox,” she finally says, her voice low and laced with a weariness that cuts deeper than any physical blow.I lean against the smooth-hewn doorframe, my arms crossed, trying to project an air of nonchalance I don’t entirely feel. “Well, Mother,” I reply, my tone deliberately casual, “you’re the one who orchestrated this little…unseating. Consider this me making the most of my unexpected vacation.”Her spine straightens further, if that’s even possible. She turns, her eyes blazing with a familiar fury. You know, those kind of fury t
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