LOGINMy cheeks burned with embarrassment as he devoured my lips as though he was claiming it for himself. I didn't understand what he was doing. Until the pain hit me. The jerk had just poisoned me with a kiss………………………..She had lost everything in the fire. A fire caused by the ruthless tribrid alpha, a walking symbol of disaster. And all she had left was her crippled sister and to protect her, she volunteers to be sold in her sister’s place. With a fire of vengeance burning in her heart, she makes it into her enemy’s territory as his slave. She only has one mission in her heart: avenge her dead mother. There’s only one problem. He’s her fated mate. She’s supposed to hate his guts but why does her body quake in desire at the wake of his enticing touch? With an attraction so dangerous, how will she war against her fate, especially since their souls are entwined together in a curse that is deeper than they can probably handle?
View MoreARYA The air smelled of roasted herbs, jasmine, and pine. Of safety and of home. My husband was laughing. He stood beneath the moonlight in his white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned at the throat because Orion, our son, had yanked his collar down earlier, and his hair was pulled into that same messy bun he always wore lately. Maya and Mason's backyard glowed as if there was some kind of magic in the air. Maya was chasing Rose, Lia, and Nova—her three daughters—away from the dessert table, but they only giggled and ducked beneath her arms. Rose had frosting on her cheek. Lia had two extra cookies hidden in her pocket. Nova was already negotiating with Anna about who could arm-wrestle Ezra first. "Breathe, my love," Mason said, sidling up behind Maya and wrapping his arms around her waist. "They're children, not criminals." "They're criminals with dimples," Maya muttered, trying not to smile. I turned from them, barely holding in a laugh, and found Daxton again. He
DAXTON Panic erupted in my chest. "Shit! Somebody get towels!" The broad-shouldered man with the soft blue eyes barked. The woman who looked like Arya leapt into action, as if she'd done this a thousand times. "We need to get her to the hospital. Now." But Arya wasn't listening. She was still staring down, one hand on her belly, the other tangled in mine as if she couldn't let go. "Hey, hey," I whispered, falling to my knees in front of her, both hands wrapping around her trembling ones. "Breathe, Arya. Just breathe, love." She blinked down at me, tears brimming. "It's too soon." "No," I said, trying to ignore the wild thudding in my chest. "It's time. And you're not alone. You hear me?" Her legs gave out, and I caught her just before she collapsed fully. The serious man helped me lift her gently, his touch surprisingly steady. She buried her face in my neck as I carried her. "Daxton... I'm scared." "I know," I whispered into her hair. "But you're the bravest person I've eve
DAXTON The couch was too short and too narrow. But none of that mattered. Not when she was just down the hall. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt her and heard her soft sighs. Every wall in this house still carried the memory of us, and even if my mind didn't remember, my body did. It ached with it, with her. The scent of her lingered in the pillow she'd left me. Lavender and vanilla and home. I turned over again, restless. I'd tucked a blanket over myself, but my hands were clenched in the fabric, my jaw tight. There was this awful hum inside me as if something was trying to break free. The only peace I had all day was when her hand touched mine. I didn't know why I needed her like this. But I did. I was just starting to drift, finally, when a sharp cry shattered the silence. I shot up to my feet when she let out another cry. The hallway stretched forever. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to break out and get to her faster. I th
ARYA The wind carried the scent of rain and pine as I stood at the edge of the lake, one hand cupping the curve of my swollen belly, the other tracing the silver chain at my neck, the one that held Daxton's ring. I could still recall when we'd lain here for hours, his head in my lap, his breath soft and even, while I memorized the way moonlight painted him in gold. I'd never told him I hadn't slept that night. I couldn't. Not when he looked so peaceful. So free. Now, I came here whenever the ache in my chest grew too loud. To talk to the ghost of him that still lingered here. And I was eight months pregnant. Ready to pop soon. "I had a dream last night," I murmured to the rippling water, brushing a tear from my cheek before it could fall. "You were laughing again. That obnoxious, arrogant laugh. You said our kid was going to be trouble because they'd be just like me." I smiled, blinking hard. "You said we'd name them after the stars." A kick pulsed beneath my hand. A tin






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