MasukVIVIENNE 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
VIVIENNE pov.I caught their scent before I heard engines, cologne, gun oil, rage, and pack madness. The twins were still clinging to my arms like I was a shield and not the reason they were shaking like leaves. Their fingers bit into my skin, but I didn’t shake them off. Not yet.Truth, I didn’t regret any of it, not the club, not the kill, not the chaos. My only regret was not taking another shot of that expensive whiskey or maybe breaking a few more skulls while I had the chance.I did something fun though, sow chaos for Marcus, and that was a small victory. The rest, well, let the gods tally the bodies later.The car doors slammed open and Dante was first out, storm and shadow and pure Alpha fury. “COME SI PERMETTE, VIVIENNE!”(HOW DARE YOU, VIVIENNE!) he roared, voice shaking in anger.The girls shot in front of me, trembling but standing, and for a split second I wondered what the hell they were thinking.“Don’t touch her! It’s not her fault, we brought her, we snuck her out, we
VIVIENNE POVThe twins shook beside me. Their hands gripped my arms hard enough to bruise, but I did not move. In front of us stood the boss of this club, a big wolf with scars across his face and eyes that showed no mercy. He sat behind a heavy desk in a back office that smelled of old blood and cheap smoke. Four guards stood around him, guns out now, fingers on triggers.On the floor between us lay the body of the idiot I killed at the table. His throat was open from my dagger. Blood still leaked out slow and dark. Killing him was easy.He reached for Maya first, thought he could grab her hair and drag her away as payment for the money he lost but I moved faster. One step, blade out and slash. He dropped without a sound.And it was normal here. People die in this place every night and no one screams. The crowd just stepped around the mess.But now we had a problem, one of the dead fool men went to report and we would have gotten away had we explained everything as it happened and s







