Semua Bab THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The underground poker room reeked of cigar smoke and bad decisions. Anya Brooks...though that wasn't remotely her real name, wove between tables with practiced grace, her tray balanced perfectly despite the three-inch heels that were absolute murder on her arches.Twenty-three years of training for one night. One mission. One chance.She'd rehearsed every detail. The way her dress hugged her curves without screaming desperation. How her dark hair fell across one shoulder, exposing her neck in a gesture that looked accidental but had taken hours to perfect. Even the subtle sway of her hips as she walked, engineered to draw male attention without triggering their predator instincts.And the perfume. God, the perfume alone had cost Project Seventh six months of research and enough money to fund a small military operation. Synthesized to smell like pack to a werewolf. Like belonging. Like the one thing these apex predators spent centuries searching for and rarely found.Like mate.Around

The room was a gilded cage, and Anya had approximately thirty seconds to figure out how screwed she actually was.Dimitri deposited her inside with all the ceremony of a cat dropping a dead mouse on a doorstep. "Get comfortable. You're going to be here a while.""How long is 'a while'?""Depends on how cooperative you decide to be." He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Alexei's having Viktor run a full background check. Should have preliminary results in an hour or two. If your story holds up...""It will.""...then maybe we'll discuss your living arrangements. Until then, you stay here." His ice-blue eyes tracked her movements as she walked further into the room. "The windows are reinforced and alarmed. The door locks from the outside. There's a panic button in the bathroom in case of emergencies, but I wouldn't recommend testing it unless you're actually dying.""What constitutes an emergency?""Fire. Imminent death. Alien invasion." His lips quirked. "Use your judgment.

Three days.Anya had been in the Volkov mansion for three days, and she still hadn't found a way out.Not that she hadn't tried. She'd examined every inch of her room, tested the windows a dozen different ways, even attempted to pick the magnetic lock with a hairpin she'd fashioned from the underwire of a bra. Nothing worked. The security was too good, the technology too advanced.And her immunity kept dropping.IMMUNITY: 76%Twenty-four percent. Gone. In seventy-two hours.At this rate, she'd be fully bonded within a week. Maybe less. The genetic suppression was breaking down faster than her organization's scientists had predicted, and every hour she spent in proximity to the three brothers made it worse.Or better, depending on how you looked at it.The mate bond was complicated. That's what she'd learned over the past three days. It wasn't just physical attraction, though there was plenty of that. It was deeper, more fundamental. Like recognizing something she hadn't known she'd be

Anya woke wrapped in Alexei's scent and the memory of his mouth on hers.She was alone in the massive bed, sunlight streaming through windows she'd forgotten to close. For a moment, she let herself stay there, processing what had happened.She'd chosen them. Said the words out loud. Kissed Alexei like she was drowning and he was air.And her immunity had dropped to sixty-five percent in a single night.The connecting door opened without warning. Alexei walked in carrying a tray, already dressed in dark slacks and a white shirt that made his grey eyes look almost silver in the morning light."You're awake." He set the tray on the bedside table. Coffee, eggs, fresh fruit, pastries that smelled like heaven. "I wasn't sure if you'd sleep through breakfast.""What time is it?""Almost ten. You needed the rest." He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that she could feel his body heat. "How are you feeling?""Confused. Terrified. Like I just made the biggest decision of my life while ru

Anya stood frozen in her room, staring at the words on her diagnostic screen.Sibling: Subject I-11 (Irina).She had a sister. A sister she didn't remember. A sister Project Seventh was using as leverage to force her compliance.Thirty-six hours to kill three men or her sister died.The choice should have been simple. One life she didn't remember versus three lives actively trying to save her. The math was cold, logical, exactly the kind of calculation she'd been trained to make.Except nothing about this situation was logical anymore.Her immunity was at sixty-one percent and dropping. Her body was preparing to shift into a wolf she didn't know existed. And three dangerous, powerful men were treating her like she was precious instead of a threat.The door burst open without warning.Alexei stood there, his expression darker than she'd ever seen it. Behind him, Dimitri and Nikolai looked equally grim."We need to talk." Alexei's voice was flat. Dead. "Now."Anya's stomach dropped. Th