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001

Maureen LaurentIce water slapped my face.“Wake up, whores!”The scream came with the next bucket. I lurched upright on the freezing stone floor, chains clinking, scrambling into line before the whip found my back again. Twenty naked, shivering girls pressed shoulder-to-shoulder in the dark. The stench of piss, blood, and terror coated the air.I wasn’t born for this.Once, I had silk sheets and a father who called me “little star.” Once, I had a mother’s hand on my cheek and a fiancé who swore he’d die for me.Now I had welts that never healed and a collar burned into my throat that said PROPERTY OF THE NORTHERN DOMINION.The overseer—a scarred wolf with a missing ear—strode down the row, boot splashing through the puddles. His gaze snagged on the blind girl two bodies to my left. Pale as bone, nineteen at most, trembling so hard her chains rattled like bells.“You—crawling on the floor like a worm. What the fuck are you doing?”Her voice cracked. “I-I dropped my bread, sir… I’m sor

002

– Vuk Kael LaskovićI was watching three naked omegas grind against each other on my bed when the scent hit me.For three hundred and fifty years nothing has made my cock twitch. I have taken every hole offered, broken every body that begged, and still woke up cold. Tonight was supposed to be the same mindless ritual: bare tits bouncing, slick dripping on black silk, moans rehearsed to perfection. I had one hand around a traitor’s throat and the other wrapped around a glass of infernal wine, already planning which omega I’d knot first and which one I’d let bleed out after.Then it punched through the walls like divine violence.Lunar blood.Pure.Untouched.Mine.The crystal glass slipped from my fingers and shattered into a thousand glittering pieces. Wine bled across the marble like fresh slaughter.Every wolf in the room froze. The traitor at my feet pissed himself, hot urine soaking my boots. The omegas stopped mid-moan, thighs trembling, eyes wide with animal fear.I stood slowly

003

𝐌𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 La𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 I used to think love was gentle.My mother warned me a hundred times.“Silas Vane is a wolf with ambition in his teeth, Maureen. He will smile while he eats your heart.”I laughed. Fought her. Screamed that she didn’t understand love, that she was cruel for trying to tear me from the only boy who ever made me feel safe.The last time we argued, she was eight months heavy with my little brother, hand pressed to her belly, tears in her eyes.“One day,” she whispered, “you will remember this moment and hate yourself for not listening.”I stormed out.Three weeks later she was dead.Silas’s hands around my throat. His mother’s cold laugh. Celeste’s golden hair tangled in his fist while they planned to sell my family’s land the same night they sold my corpse.I never got to tell her she was right.I never got to say sorry.Now I’m curled on a velvet chaise in a stranger’s mansion, wearing nothing but a man’s coat and a collar that burns every time I breathe to

004

Vuk Kael Laskovic Mine.The word is a war drum in my skull.I carry her through the fortress like I’m carrying the moon itself, and every wolf between me and my chambers drops to their knees so fast their spines crack. Good. Let them break. I will break the fucking world if one more person breathes the same air as her before I’ve buried myself inside her and made sure she’ll never smell like anyone else again.The doors to my private wing explode off their hinges the second my shoulder touches them. Wood splinters. Iron screams. I don’t slow down.I kick the bedroom door shut behind us; the impact rattles the walls hard enough to shatter a mirror. I don’t care. Nothing exists except the tiny, shaking female in my arms and the scent of lunar blood and slick that is currently rewriting every law of my existence.I set her on her feet only long enough to rip the remnants of that bastard’s coat off her body. Silk tears like tissue. The collar Cassian dared put on her snaps between my fin

005

_Maureen Laurent I wake up drowning in him. The black furs are soaked with us—sex and sweat and blood—and they cling to my skin like a second, heavier shame. My thighs are sticky. My breasts ache. Between my legs feels swollen, tender, used in a way that makes heat crawl up my neck even now. The bite on my shoulder throbs with every heartbeat, a living brand that whispers his name over and over. Vuk. Vuk. Vuk. I reach for him before my eyes are even open, fingers searching the ruined bed for seven feet of scorching heat and golden eyes. Nothing. The sheets beside me are cold. My stomach caves in. I sit up too fast. The room tilts. Every muscle protests; my thighs tremble, and something warm and thick slides out of me and down the inside of my leg. His seed. Still inside me. Still leaking. Proof. I yank the fur up to my chin like it can hide me from what I let him do—what I begged him to do. The mirror across the room is shattered. The floor is

006

_Vuk Kael LaskovićThe war room was carved from the bones of the mountain itself.Black glass walls, veins of living hellfire crawling behind them like slow lightning.Holographic screens hovered above the obsidian table: dominion borders, troop movements, satellite feeds of every pack house from here to the southern ice.All of it flickered crimson and gold, breathing in time with my pulse.I sat at the head, shirtless, the bite on my shoulder still raw and shining.Every breath tasted of her.Every heartbeat dragged me back to the memory of her thighs locked around my hips, her broken little sob when the knot finally seated.Three hours and nineteen minutes.Too long.Elder Darius stood to my left, silver beard brushing the tablet in his gnarled hands, pretending to read decrees he already knew by heart.He had not looked directly at me since I walked in.The doors opened.Eryx stepped through first.“My lord,” he said, voice low. “Cassian Voss requests an audience. Claims it is… ur

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– NyxaraThe balcony doors hadn’t even stopped swinging when the first howl hit.I felt it in my bones, in my cunt, in the base of my tail.Seven thousand wolves singing at once—like the mountain itself had learned how to scream in devotion.Azrael’s fingers were still buried knuckle-deep inside me, frozen mid-thrust, gold eyes wide and furious.He’d been two heartbeats from knotting me against the war-room window when the sound wave crashed through the fortress.Now his claws pricked my hips hard enough to draw thin lines of blood.“He actually did it,” he snarled, voice shredded with disbelief and raw, black jealousy.“He knotted her in front of the entire dominion.”I laughed—low, filthy, delighted—and coiled my tail tight around his wrist so he couldn’t pull those fingers free.“Of course he did, darling,” I purred, rolling my hips until his knuckles kissed the mouth of my womb.“The devil just found his god.”Azrael’s answering growl vibrated straight through my spine.He hated lo

008

Maureen LaurentLivia was pointing out the stained-glass windows in the upper gallery when the moan drifted up the stairwell.Low. Filthy. Unashamed.My feet stopped moving on their own.Down on the mezzanine below, Nyxara had some poor captain of the guard pinned to a column. Her tail was coiled around his throat like a velvet leash while her hand worked inside his open leathers with slow, cruel precision. His head was thrown back, fangs bared to the ceiling, hips jerking helplessly into her grip.I should have looked away.I didn’t.Heat crawled up my throat, equal parts horror and something darker I refused to name.A soft gasp slipped out of me before I could stop it.Nyxara’s violet eyes snapped up instantly. Found me. Held.The guard kept thrusting into her hand like a puppet with its strings cut, but Nyxara smiled, slow and sharp, never breaking rhythm.“Well,” she purred, voice carrying easily over the wet sounds and the male’s broken groans, “if it isn’t the little moon herse

009

– Maureen Laurent“My glass,” he says, voice low and fierce. “And I will murder anyone who risks a single crack.”His arms are still around me, warm and iron-strong. The bond hums between us, bright and insistent, pulling me closer even as something inside me panics.I draw a careful breath.“Can I ask you something?” The words come out smaller than I intend.His eyes soften instantly. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, thumb lingering on my cheek.“Anything, little moon.”I swallow. My fingers tighten on the front of his shirt — not pushing away, just holding on.“May I… have a little space? Just for today.” My voice drops to barely a whisper. “Everything feels… too much. Too fast. I’m not running from you. I just… need to breathe.”The hurt flickers across his face again, quick and sharp, but he masters it almost instantly. His arms loosen — not dropping, but giving me room.He searches my eyes for a long moment, as if checking for lies or fear he can fix with his hands.Then

010

– Vuk Kael LaskovićShe stood at the balcony doors, moonlight spilling over her like liquid silver, turning the bite on her shoulder into a living brand. My mark. My moon.I crossed the room in three strides, unable to stay away a second longer. My hands found her waist, careful—always so fucking careful—not to bruise the fragile skin that still carried the ghosts of whips and chains.“Little moon,” I murmured against her hair, breathing her in like air after centuries of ash.She turned in my arms, silver eyes luminous, lips parted as if to speak. Then, quieter than the wind howling outside:“You should take me out of these rooms… I would like to go around. See more than these walls.”The words were soft, almost shy. But they struck me like a blade between the ribs.“No.”It left my mouth before thought. Immediate. Final.She flinched as though I’d struck her. Her lower lip caught between her teeth, and something in her gaze dimmed—spirit folding in on itself like a wounded bird.I h

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