로그인"I am listening," I breathe. "Proceed.""You must exercise absolute tactical caution within that fortress, Rowan," Nikolai urges, his hand lifting to hover near my shoulder. "My intent was to deliver this intelligence last night—but our dialogue took a different trajectory. Our timeline is now critical, so forgive the abrupt nature of the transmission, but... the geopolitical balance within the Lunar Syndicate is destabilizing. A massive structural war is mounting across the West Coast Territories—I refuse to let your system be collateral damage. But your current position places you in direct proximity to the primary targets of this purge. My concern is that you will be completely crushed when the lines collapse."I feel the temperature drop in my chest as I process his words, my mind working at maximum velocity. I was fully aware of the friction between the Alphas, but the scale of this threat—"Does your pack comprise one of the executing forces, Nikolai?" I find myself asking, my v
I map out a silent laugh at his absurd little performance, shaking my head as the instincts of my clinical training war with my amusement. Nikolai doesn't let the distance widen; he reaches across the fur lounge and captures my hand, lifting and lowering our interwoven fingers in a deliberate, mocking parody of a human greeting."Do not retreat behind the professional armor," he rumbles, his grey eyes flashing with dangerous amusement. "Initiate the sequence.""A profound honor to cross your perimeter, Rodrigo," I murmur, slanting my eyes up to locate his gaze, a sharp smile cutting into my mouth."My calling is that of a beast master," he declares, dropping his voice into a low, resonant register that vibrates straight into my core as he locks into the performance. "I consume my daylight cycles suppressing the rage of feral Alphas, and my nights... taming the wildest she-wolves the territories can produce. And what is your designation?" He tightens his grip on my hand, anchoring me t
"So, what territory are we invading?" I asked, a genuine smile breaking across my face as I secured the harness in the passenger seat of his heavy transport vehicle.I had anticipated a breakdown of pack logistics, but Nikolai bypassed the operational data entirely. Instead, he reached out, his cool hand cradling my jawline to turn my face directly toward his."Are you tracking safely?" he asked, his grey eyes searching my expression for any sign of trauma. "The aura inside that estate was suffocating. Completely feral."I let some of my rigid defenses drop under his scrutiny, leaning into the comfort of his steady presence. "The atmosphere within the Cross borders is perpetually hostile. The entire compound operates on the edge of a knife.""I am quickly collecting that data," Nikolai murmured, his focus lingering on my eyes before he shifted his weight back into the driver's seat. "It is an immense relief to have you within my perimeter, Rowan," he added quietly, a rare note of abso
"Mason, I swear," I rushed out, my voice breathless and thin against the solid oak of my bedroom door. "I had no idea. This wasn't some calculated move on my part.""Surrender your device," Mason commanded, completely tuning out my defense.I gave a frantic nod, rushing over to the stone desk to grab the standard unit handset he'd assigned to me. I handed it over with trembling fingers. Mason scoured the screen for a fraction of a second before tossing it carelessly onto the mattress, his piercing green eyes pinning me where I stood."The other one, Rowan," he growled, the vibration in his chest warning me that his tolerance was thinning.I bit my lip, swallowed down a wave of frustration, and dropped to my knees. I reached into the hidden compartment beneath the desk panel to retrieve the untraceable burner Harper had smuggled to me. A glance at the glass showed a string of urgent notifications. Before I could even swipe to decrypt them, Mason's massive hand closed over the device, r
"Alright," I murmur, a breathless smile tugging at my lips as I pull myself flush against his chest, burying my face beneath his jawline.Mason loops his massive arms securely around me, his palm smoothing down my spine. A fierce, electric spark ripples straight through my core as his claw-tipped fingers trace the length of my back. We remain locked like that while the world spins outside. His unnatural body heat radiates into my skin, and I let my thoughts drift, savoring the primal security of his embrace. It’s entirely overwhelming, skin-to-skin, feeling the raw mass of an Alpha pressed against me. I never anticipated the sheer magnetism of it, nor how desperately I would crave it.But as the haze begins to lift, reality claws its way back."Mason?" I venture after a quiet interlude, my voice wavering.A low, rumbling vibration rattles deep within his chest, a silent invitation to speak."Why is there a winter blanket up here?"He shifts, his brows knitting together in genuine conf
"I’m an analyst, Mason," I snap, the fire in my veins making my voice tremble. "Or I was. That was my path until you stripped it away, until you caged me in this fortress. You made it clear that the only way to breathe in this territory was to submit to Julian or bind myself to your Code of the Claw. You backed me into a corner.""I forced you into nothing!" Mason growls, closing the gap until the scent of cedar and storm clouds rolls off him in waves. "You marked that contract of your own volition, Rowan! You—""I am more than a bargaining chip!" I scream. The sound echoes through the timber beams, startling the horses.Mason flinches back, his pupils blown wide. "Rowan—""No," I say, stepping into the space he vacated, my jaw set as I stare into his glowing eyes. "Don't you dare try to talk your way out of this. It’s all a lie—the contract, the Syndicate laws. It’s just ink on parchment. None of it reflects the pull between us. All your protocols and your 'Code'? They’re just tools
Yes?" Mason’s voice was like grinding stone."Um... can I come in?" I asked, my fingers nervously twisting a stray lock of copper hair."I already gave you leave to enter, Rowan," he said, his tone flat and unyielding.Irritated by my own hesitation, I let go of my hair and took two deliberate step
"Like each other? Julian, you like—""Quiet!" He threw his hand out, eyes darting to the heavy oak door with a flash of genuine anxiety. "Rowan, be careful. The walls in the Cross Estate have ears, and my brother’s are the sharpest."I looked at the door, my skin crawling. "He bugs the guest suites
"We remember you, though!" Amy says, her voice bright with the hum of the champagne. "Because you were our little silver-furred Rowan Blake—"I stiffen at the name. Rowan Blake—the name my mother gave me to hide my bloodline. Only those from my old life, the life before the Syndicate, know that nam
Mason sneers at her, watching the realization of his venomous words shatter her composure."Is that…" Sierra starts, her voice cracking as her pride fights for air. "Is that truly the only value I have to you?" She slowly lowers the piece of sourdough."Yes," he says, leaning back. He savors the su







