LOGINDamian I don't know if it was me she had looked at, but something deep and unsettling rumbled within me, just by the thought that those soft, lingering eyes had been directed at Liam.“First, I would begin with the fact that my two sons can be found arguing over anything but a lady…”“No, Dad,” I cut in abruptly, my voice sharper than intended, “not just any lady, but my ma…te,” I corrected, not even imagining how that tasted on my lips, nor how I even followed that line.The entire air stilled, with wide eyes.“You can't be serious, she's your mate.” Liam shot back, his voice dropping with venom. “What proof do you have to justify your claims?” Liam asked, his eyes burning red. “Or are you only saying this to get your own pound of flesh? To get your own revenge?” Liam stood up, his eyes meeting mine, daring, furious, blood red, his wolf dangerously close to the surface, and I was also fuming, with Aaron almost surfacing.The entire hall felt insignificant until Dad’s voice blared in
Damian I know Liam is my brother, my kid brother, and I’m not even happy that this is happening between us. I’m not happy about this long-standing tension, this festering feud that refuses to die no matter how much time passes.But do I just stay calm and pretend none of it ever happened? Do I erase every single detail of that taunting, that traumatic past that mercilessly shredded pieces of my heart and left them bleeding in silence?Do I keep calm and watch him make a mess of me again… and again… and again?Shattering me in ways unimaginable?And always walking away with that cruel, satisfied look on his face like he’s won something?Does he even see me as his brother, his blood? Other than some rival Alpha he is trying to break down and disarm? And constantly looking for ways to do that?Shit.I got to my room, pacing around and poured myself a generous amount of red wine. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, spreading through my system, and I let it, welcomed it, hoping t
Aurora“And there she is… the bride I had chosen for myself.” He announced, his voice cold and sharp, sending a ripple of murmurs crashing through the hall.It wasn’t even brief; it was a full-blown fuss, just as Liam’s voice cut through the air, breaking in from an alternate microphone I hadn’t even noticed earlier, sitting behind on the table.“No… I take exception to that.” Liam’s voice thundered through the hall, commanding every inch of space. Even the walls seemed to carry the weight of his deep baritone voice.“You can’t choose a bride that’s already mine. How silly were you thinking when you decided to humiliate yourself in front of everyone?” He turned sharply, his eyes burning into mine, rich with rage and wrapped with unspoken wrath.“Aurora here is the mate I have chosen to stand by me as my bride, and that is a decision I didn’t even take on my own.”The hall fell into a chorus of rumbles, and Alpha Lucas’ voice rose above them. “What do you mean you didn’t make that deci
AuroraAs I stepped out of my room and made my way toward the kitchen to assist with whatever was needed for the day, I couldn't help but feel the uneasy tension in the air.At first, it didn’t truly register, didn’t quite pull at my awareness, until I felt it, those same eyes, trailing over me with an intensity I couldn’t ignore.I halted mid-step, my breath hitching, and made the worst mistake of lifting my gaze toward the upper part of the building, toward the second floor, exactly where my instincts had been urging me to look, where that fresh, wild scent was spilling from.And there he was.Damian.Standing still, unmoving, his arms tucked deep into his pockets, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. Yet the moment his eyes locked onto mine, something flickered within them, something quick, sharp, and unsettling.But I looked away just in time and forced my feet to move, continuing forward with hurried steps, eager to disappear from sight as I made my way toward the kitche
LiamI could swear I was going to brutally punish her for daring to break free from my grip.But wait, how was that even possible? I was sure I held her so fiercely, and she wouldn't have been able to break free just so easily. I was starting to enjoy the feel of her body’s warmth, the way her thick breasts rose and fell against that tight fabric that barely covered her, leaving almost half of them spilling out so temptingly.Honestly, I haven't even thought about it all this while, except…Now, with my tongue trailing slow, deliberate lines along those plump mounds, everything felt different.Too real. Too sweet. Too addictive.Too dangerous, mixed with that faint scent of hers, that wrapped itself around me.It sank deep into my senses, clouding every rational thought I should have held onto.I wanted to dig my face into those large fountains and never get out of it. I didn't know what I had been missing all this while until now, and I was starting to hunger for it like a child ove
But like always, that wrath, raw consuming hatred, those lingering pictures of her from five years ago, and then the image of Damian standing up for her earlier, with his arms wrapped around that rounded waist, replaced whatever feelings or worth her presence might have stirred within me. My brows furrowed deeply as I took a few slow, deliberate steps closer to her, and that was when I noticed something… off. Something strange in her composure.Was she… resisting now?She didn’t flinch, didn’t tremble, didn’t bow her head like she always did at every summon, or whenever I stood this close to her.And worse, those rounded hazel eyes were locked onto mine the entire time. Bold. Steady. Unrelenting in a way that scraped against my nerves.It unsettled me.Something should break that resolve. Something should shatter that strength and send her crumbling back to where she belonged, on her knees… just like before.‘Don’t do that.’‘You’re only making her hate us more instead of winning her







