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STEPHANI should’ve hated it.Every instinct in me screamed to rip Heath off her, to tear Zade’s hand away from his cock, to drag Brooks into my arms and keep her all to myself.But then she screamed. A raw, broken, beautiful sound as Heath pounded into her, her back arched, her nails clawing red lines down his chest while her wetness dripped down to the floor.And I fucking lost it.Because watching it… watching her body open for him, watching Heath’s cock disappear inside her, watching her fall apart like that… It was intoxicating. More than intoxicating. It was like every drug rolled into one, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.“Fuck, Brooks,” Heath groaned, driving into her with brutal force, his voice sharp with possession. “This pussy was made for me.”Her answering cry was muffled when Zade bent down and swallowed her moan in a messy, desperate kiss, his free hand stroking himself so hard I could hear the wet, slick sound of it in the thick air.I shifted, my cock

BROOKSI had to get away.Just for a moment.So I came back to the Romano Mansion after spending the entire week at Heath’s with the princes.It was getting too much, too loud, too heated, too full of hands and mouths and endless waves of attention that made my head spin and my legs wobble. Don’t get me wrong: I loved it. More than I’d ever admit out loud, even to them. The past week has been one of the best of my life, every night and every morning a blur of lips and moans, of skin against skin until I thought I’d combust.And the brothers… fuck, they were actually getting along. Mostly. There were still moments when it felt like they were competing over who could make me moan louder, who could keep me in bed the longest, who could hold my attention the tightest, but somehow, it was working. They were united, for once, and I was the glue. The thought made me feel… powerful. Desired. Dangerous.But also very, very sore.So, with a book tucked under my arm and determination to let

ZADECold. That was the first thing I felt before I opened my eyes.When I finally opened my eyes, the world was a blur of shadows. My arms ached above me, stretched tight, wrists chained to iron hooks in the wall. My legs trembled beneath me, barely holding me upright. The air smelled of damp stone and something acrid, like burned herbs. Every breath scraped my throat raw, my head pounding as though I’d been smashed against a wall.It took me a moment to remember.The Alpha, the sorceress, the flash of light before everything went black.A flicker of movement caught my eye. She was already there. The sorceress.She moved around me slowly, her robes whispering against the stone floor, her eyes bright like cold fire. There was something feral in the way she looked at me, like I wasn’t human, like I was a rare beast she had finally cornered.“Well, well,” she purred, tilting her head. “The little wolf awakens.”“Where am I?” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “W-what do you want with me

ZADEMy eyes were locked on him.The Alpha.Every muscle in my body screamed for blood, but then…“Zade…”Her voice.I whipped my head toward her. Brooks. Bound to that altar, her face twisted in agony, tears shining under the blood moon. My chest caved. I could feel her pain clawing at me, raw and unbearable.That moment of weakness cost me.The Alpha’s snarl ripped through the clearing. “Get him!”The cloaked figures surged at me, shadows lunging from every direction. Fists slammed into my ribs, boots drove into my stomach. Someone’s arm locked around my throat, choking me, dragging me down into the dirt.The drums roared again. The chanting rose. The sorceress never faltered, her voice booming as Brooks screamed like her soul was being torn apart.Her scream cut me deeper than any blow.Something inside me snapped.The fire in my chest ignited, blazing up my throat, down my veins. My wolf howled. Not trapped. Not silent. Free.My eyes flashed open, burning blue.I didn’t shift. I d

BROOKSThe nights were too quiet without the weight of grief pressing against the walls. It’s been weeks since the Alpha’s burial and my mother’s departure to Widow’s Isle, and yet the silence of the Romano mansion still felt heavy with his presence, a presence that haunted me.Stephan buried himself in duties. As the first son and the heir apparent to the throne, his shoulders were already burdened with the responsibilities that came with the crown. Zade slipped away a couple of days ago, for meetings, he said. Heath was around but I honestly felt he was avoiding me.And me? Right now, I just laid awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still twitching with shadows of rituals, chains, and the sound of drums that no longer beat. I couldn’t sleep, so I got up from my bed, left the room and wandered.The halls were dim, silvered by the blood moon’s memory in my head even though tonight was nothing more than a sliver of crescent. I followed the faint scent of smoke, something