LOGINVIVIENNE povI stared at the mirror like it owed me money.Naked. Full-frontal and no mercy.The black veins had retreated to thin, ugly spiderwebs under my skin, mostly arms, thighs, ribs, a nasty crown creeping up my throat like some gothic tattoo gone wrong. The whip marks from Dante’s little temper tantrum were already scabbing over, angry red lines crisscrossing my back and ass like abstract art painted by a sadist with anger issues. Bite marks from Ryker and Asher bloomed purple-black on my shoulder and breast, fang punctures still weeping tiny beads of blood. Claw furrows from Kane raked down my hips, deep enough that when I twisted, fresh crimson trickled. I looked like a war zone someone fucked in.And the worst part?I was still wet.The poison did that sometimes, turned pain into this sick, throbbing heat that pooled between my thighs and made my clit pulse like it had its own heartbeat. I hated it. Hated how my body could betray me while my mind screamed murder.I dragge
KANE POV“We need to find the cure to that shit in her body,” Dante said, voice clipped, all business like he was discussing territory borders and not the woman who’d been bleeding black on our sheets an hour ago.I stared at him from across the desk, bored as fuck, letting the silence stretch until it felt like a slap.My mind was still replaying it, his forehead pressed to her temple, his voice dropping into that low Italian growl, calling her amore mio arrabbiato(my angry love) like she was something precious instead of a collared problem we bought for ten million.Could he have fallen for her?Nah. Impossible.Dante is the steel spine of this pack. The oldest. The leader. The one who taught us how to kill clean, how to rule without apology.He’s a psychopath, sure, same as the rest of us but his is surgical. Controlled. Mine? Mine’s a fucking wildfire. Ryker’s is a blade that likes to play. Asher’s is a quiet, smiling abyss. But Dante’s rage is ice. Precise. He doesn’t lose contro
VIVIENNE POVI watched Dante kiss my knuckles like some twisted knight swearing fealty to his poisoned queen.The urge to punch him square in that perfect, arrogant face was a living thing clawing up my throat but my body felt like wet cement, heavy and useless. So I settled for the next best thing I could do proudly.I yanked my hand away hard enough that his lips dragged across my skin one last second before I was free.He froze, those red eyes narrowed. Good. Let him taste rejection cause that's what he would be getting from me always. "Viv... how are you feeling... tell me... which of them poisoned you?" Maya’s voice was soft, worried, her healer light still flickering over my chest like golden fireflies. Mara hovered beside her.I turned my head slow, every movement cost me and looked at the twins. Real worry in their eyes. For me. The collared bitch. The Viper. The woman who’d killed more people than they’d probably healed. Why the fuck did that make something in my chest twist
DANTE povI stood in the doorway of the infirmary like a man staring at his own grave. The room smelled of blood, herbs, and fear... my stupid fear, thick and choking me because of that bitch, fear was something I hadn’t tasted in decades.Vivienne lay on the white sheets, skin gray, lips purple, black veins crawling over her throat and collarbones like living ink. Her chest rose and fell too shallow, too slow. Every breath sounded like it cost her.Mara’s voice cut through the silence, “What did you all do to her?”I sighed heavily , the sound scraping out of me, my hands were still stained with her blood, hers and mine, because I’d carried her here like she was something fragile. Like she was mine to break and mine to fix.Maya didn’t even look up from where she knelt beside the bed. Her hands glowed soft gold, healer light pouring into Vivienne’s chest, chasing the black poison that refused to budge. “Come help, Mara. Stop asking those murderers questions.”Murderers.The word lan
Warning; This chapter contains extreme torture 🔞🔞🔞VIVIENNE POVSnowflakes melted on my skin as I pushed myself up from the gravel, blood trickling from my split lip, tasting copper and victory. My throat burned like I'd swallowed fire, but I laughed anyway, hoarse, and ragged, the sound echoing off the stone walls.The four Alphas circled me slowly, they were like predators closing in, their eyes glowing in the dim floodlights. Dante's red stare bored into me, Ryker's grin feral and filthy, Kane's fists clenched white-knuckled, and Asher's face a mask of cold psycho calm that promised worse than pain."Get up," Dante snarled, voice thick with barely leashed rage. "We're not done."I spat blood at his feet, the red splatter mixing with snow. "Oh, we're just starting, capo. You throw like a girl. Is that all your big bad Alpha strength can do?"Ryker lunged first, grabbing my hair in a fist and yanking me to my feet. Pain exploded in my scalp, but I twisted into it, knee slamming to
VIVIENNE povThe SUV screeched to a halt in the compound courtyard and the doors flew open before the engine died. Cold night air rushed in, sharp with pine and incoming snow.Dante stepped out first. Ryker followed, body coiled tight, ready to snap. Kane and Asher came next, silent but radiating violence. Guards swarmed from the shadows, rifles up, eyes wide and the fear on the twins’ faces.Maya and Mara stumbled out, legs shaky. They grabbed my arms the second I slid from the seat, clinging like I was the only solid thing left in their world.“Don’t punish her,” Maya begged, voice cracking as she looked at Dante. “Please, fratello(brother). It was us. All us. We forced her.”Mara nodded fast, tears spilling. “She saved us. Over and over. If you hurt her, we’ll never forgive you.”I rolled my eyes hard enough to strain something. Arrogant didn’t cover it. I was done playing grateful prisoner.“Figli di puttana incompetenti,” I muttered loud enough for the Alphas to hear. “Sons of in







