LOGINAfter being rejected by her destined mate, Naomi tries to rebuild her life alone—until the day her triplets mysteriously disappear. Desperate, she finds herself forced to seek help from the very man who broke her heart: Casper, now a powerful Alpha with a new mate. While trying to find her children, Naomi crosses paths with Lancelot, a coffee shop manager with a dark past and an unusual truth: he is also her Mate. But Lancelot is more than he appears — a medium wolf, belonging to a feared and misunderstood lineage. When their destinies intertwine in an overwhelming and forbidden passion, Naomi must deal with old wounds, wild instincts, and impossible choices. Between confrontations with wild wolves, revelations about hidden species, and the awakening of a new bond, Naomi finds herself torn between two men—the Alpha who rejected her, and the wolf who accepted her completely. In a race against time, she will have to discover who is behind the kidnapping of her children and to whom her heart belongs.
View MoreThe sun had not yet fully risen when I heard the first sound. A dry snap, coming from the room. I stood up slowly, barefoot on the cold floor, my heart already filled with fear. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, but another came, and another, like bones settling in the wrong place. I knew. I ran.Lancelot was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tilted forward, his hands glued to the sheets. His skin was pale, sweat running down his temples, and the air in the room seemed denser, warmer. When he raised his face, I saw the look. It was not human. Dilated pupil, golden pulsing under the brown."Lancelot," I called, keeping my voice calm.He took a deep breath, but the sound that came out was a husky trembling, as if the lungs did not remember their own rhythm. "I… feel it." The voice failed. "Here." Pointed to the chest, almost a desperate gesture. "He does not sleep, Naomi."I approached slowly, the ground creaking low. "You’re safe here. He won’t control you.""You don’t und
I didn’t move for a while. The whole body seemed to be stuck, as if any movement could make the air collapse again. Casper had left, but his smell still permeated the house. I knew that if he had taken one more step, if he had insisted, he would have found Lancelot. And then nothing else would remain. The ground seemed to shake under my feet, not of fear but of the adrenaline that had not yet gone away. I had never seen him so calm. And it was worse. Furious Casper was predictable. Calm Casper was a disaster.I went to the window and looked out. His car was no longer there. The road, wet with fine drizzle, seemed longer than ever. I could almost see him driving, the cold expression, the discreet smile, the look already calculating the next step. He had not come here on impulse. He came because he wanted me to know that he knew. It was a warning. And now, the mere thought of opening the door made me feel like I was being watched. He could have left someone out there. He could be waitin
I felt before I heard. The air changed.The coffee was still hot in the cup when the car stopped outside. No door clapping, only slow steps on the wood of the balcony. I took a deep breath. My heart started beating faster, but I knew I couldn’t run. I couldn’t show fear. Lancelot slept in the room, breathing heavily, his body still recovering. Three knocks. Non-violent, but firm enough to make the skin shudder. I opened the door before he did."Casper." He was there."Will you invite me in?" he asked.He could have said no. He could have closed the door and locked it, feigning force. But with Casper, denial was just a different way of giving in. I took a step back. He came in. His smell dominated the air. He looked around with an almost cruel slowness.I went to the table, trying to look busy. The coffee was still steaming. He watched my every move. "Do you want some?""No. I’ve already taken it."The subtext was clear. He already knew where I had been and what I had done. "Are you a
I always knew. From the beginning. They think they fool someone, but the problem of dealing with liars is that they believe their own stories. I don’t. I see what they’re trying to hide. Naomi’s silence, the way her phone was “unplugged” on the right night, and the blood disappearing in the forest perimeter. No one survives that ambush. No one, except an average wolf with enough stubbornness to challenge his own biology. Lancelot.I saw him almost die. I let him almost die. And yet he breathes. Naomi thinks she can hide him from me. This is what irritates me most: not the betrayal itself, but the presumption. She has always had this gift to think that love makes her invincible. But love is the most predictable of instincts.I heard from my men even before the body cooled on the forest floor. One of them appeared with a white face and a trembling voice. Said the wolf is gone. That there was blood, but no body. I could have killed him right there, just to maintain the hierarchy, but I f
Lancelot woke up before me. I heard the sound of the tap, the noise of the coffee being passed, the kind of noise that a short time ago would have meant a normal morning. When I left the room, he was already dressed, dark shirt, folded sleeves, still wet hair. It looked like a man trying to remember how to live."Are you going out?" I asked, leaning on the door."I want to see the coffee." It sounded simple, but the look said something else. It was as if he needed to prove something, for me and himself. I felt my stomach tighten, but did not try to stop."I’ll go with you."He hesitated for a second, as if he wanted to argue, then gave in. "All right. Maybe it’s better."We went out together, the sun already high, the cold wind cutting through the air. On the way, he kept his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tense. The city looked the same, but nothing else was familiar to me. People walked fast, avoiding eye contact. Maybe it was just an impression. Or maybe not."You should have
The sun began to scratch the floor with orange, and Naomi slept with her face turned towards me, hair fallen by the pillow, a lock caught between her lips. There was a tranquility in it that I had not seen before. A simple, human beauty.Sat down slowly, careful not to wake her. The body still hurt, but the pain had shifted to a different location. It was no longer a reminder of the wolf. I got up, and each muscle responded slowly. The morning air was cold but good. I went to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee that was still left from the night before. My hands trembled a little when I held the bottle.The first cup fell almost in half, and I laughed alone. "You always sucked at coffee makers." Her voice came out sleepy and drawn and made my heart race. I turned around. Naomi was standing at the door, the blanket falling down her shoulders, her hair messed up in a way that looked like a work of art."And you always wake up when I try to do something right," I replied.She smi
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