LOGIN“On your knees,” Caspian ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate. Her legs gave way, the plush rug coarse against her skin. She looked up at them, four gods of her new, twisted world, each holding their cocks, hard and ready for her. “This is your punishment,” Caspian said, his hand moving slowly on himself. “For letting other men look. For being a naughty stripper .” “And your reward,” Raphael purred, his thumb swirling over the head of his erection. “For being so fucking perfect.” “Open your mouth,” Jeremy instructed, his voice thick. “Open your eyes. And don’t you dare look away.” Lyra became Jade, the faceless Stripper who could make men forget their names.But when four familiar faces took over the VIP booth, the illusion shattered. And instead of walking away, they bought the club that night—bought her stage, her contract, her secret. Four stepbrothers. One forbidden secret. She was their sin before she became their obsession.
View MoreCASPIAN’S POVThe forest clearing was too quiet. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the distant rustle of leaves where the others were no doubt still searching. My arm was still around her waist, holding her against me. I could feel every curve, the frantic beat of her heart against my ribs. The scent of her—fear, anger, autumn leaves, and that underlying, maddening sweetness that was purely Lyra—filled my head, making it hard to think.Why is she like this? Why does she fight the only people trying to keep her alive?She stared up at me, those wide eyes full of defiance instead of the gratitude she should be feeling. It made something snap inside me.“Why are you running?” My voice came out rougher than I intended. I didn’t let go. “We’re trying to protect you. You could still be watched. You know that.”She shoved against my chest, but I didn’t budge. “Let go of me, Caspian.”“Not until you answer me. Why run? What do you think you’re proving?”“I’m proving I can make my
LYRA’S POVThe leather cuffs are gone, but the mark they left feels deeper than skin. I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands. My own hands. I turn them over, studying the lines on my palms like they might hold a new answer.This is me. This body. This… thing I am.The thought doesn’t feel real. It sits in my head like a bad dream I can’t wake up from. A fated mate. To six men. Six werewolves. And not just any mate. Some… anomaly. A unifying bond. The words they used swirl around, heavy and strange.But one part sticks, sharp as a knife.I survived.Those men in the van, the ones who took me from Iris… they weren’t just random bad guys. They were hunters. Looking for someone like me. And I got away. A little girl. How? Why me?Was that the real reason she hated me? My own mother? Was it because I was… different? Wrong? Or was I just unlucky, a curse that brought trouble to her door?The questions have no answers. They just twist in my gut, a dull, constant ache.I don’t cry.
LYRA’S POVI woke to the low sound of voices. My head throbbed. My arms ached. Something cool and firm circled my wrists. Memory crashed back in a sickening wave. The run. The capture. The cuffs.My eyes flew open.I was in my bed, the blankets pulled up to my chest. And they were all there. All six of them. Sitting in chairs they’d dragged in from who-knows-where, forming a silent half-circle around my bed. The morning light cut through the gaps in the curtains, painting stripes across their serious faces.Jeremy was closest, elbows on his knees, head bowed. Silas sat straight-backed, his expression unreadable. Raphael looked tired, his usual wild energy subdued. Orion watched me with quiet intensity. Rowan’s gaze was full of a pain I didn’t understand. Caspian just looked… resigned.The room was still a wreck. Shards of the vase glinted on the floor. The broken lamp lay on its side. And my wrists were bound by soft leather cuffs, connected by a short chain.A hot, sour rage bubbled
LYRA’S POVThe words hung in the air between us. Mate bond. Fated. All of us.For a second, my brain just… stopped. It refused to process the sheer insanity of what he’d just said. Then, like a dam breaking, it all crashed in.A sharp, ugly laugh tore out of my throat. “You’re lying.”“Lyra—” Jeremy tried to step closer.“Don’t!” I stumbled back, my shoulder hitting the door frame hard. “You’re lying! This is another game. Another way to control me. A ‘mate bond’? Are you even hearing yourselves? You sound insane!”Silas stood from behind his desk, his face like stone. “It’s the truth.”“The truth?” I screamed, the sound raw and scraping. My voice bounced off the book-lined walls. “The truth is you kidnapped me! You brought me here, you’ve watched me, you’ve… you’ve touched me, you’ve fought over me like I’m some prize! And now you’re telling me it’s all because of some… some mystical tether? No. No way.”“It’s not mystical,” Orion said softly, his calm voice grating against my rage.






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