FAZER LOGINVIVIENNE POVI was snarling like a rabid fucking dog.Teeth bared, spit flying every time I snapped my head toward the healer closest to me. The poor bastard flinched so hard his tray of silver instruments clattered. His hands shook like he was holding a live grenade instead of a simple pulse-check crystal.“Touch me again and I’ll rip your fingers off and shove them up your ass sideways,” I hissed, voice low and venomous, the kind of quiet that makes people piss themselves.The healer, some wide-eyed young thing with trembling lips froze mid-reach. He looked at Dante like he was begging for a bullet instead of permission to continue.I was tied to a heavy oak chair in the middle of the infirmary. Thick leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, chains bolted to the floor. They’d even wrapped a silk gag around my neck, not in my mouth, because apparently they wanted to hear every filthy word I spat.My bare legs were spread just enough for “examination purposes,” dress hiked up to mid
VIVIENNE POVAsher’s hands flexed on my waist, hard, greedy, fingers digging into wet skin like he was trying to leave permanent bruises.He didn’t shove me off like a normal person would, didn't gasp for mercy. The fucker just… leaned into it. Let my thighs crush his windpipe. Let his face go from red to purple to something dangerously close to blackout while his cock strained so hard against his pants I could see the outline throb with every heartbeat.“Fuck… yes…” he rasped, voice strangled, ecstatic, and broken. “Damn… you’re gonna make me cum.”My cunt clenched at the words, traitorous, soaked, poison heat spiking so vicious I almost moaned. I hated him for it. Hated how my body responded to his psycho joy like it was foreplay.Then he moved.Not panicked or weak.One hand slid up my thigh, slow, and deliberate until his fingers found the dripping core of me. Two slid inside without warning, curling deep, rough, stroking that spot that made my vision white. At the same time his o
VIVIENNE 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







