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Nova’s car died with a pathetic sputtering sound and a final shudder that left her sitting in the dark on the side of a back road she should never have taken. She tried the key again. Nothing. The engine didn’t even click. Her phone had one bar and twelve percent battery, and the last sign she had passed was at least two miles back. The trees on either side of the road stood close together, black against the night sky, and the only light came from her weak headlights cutting into the empty stretch ahead. “Perfect,” she muttered. “Just perfect.” She grabbed her phone and stepped out of the car, the night air cooler than she expected. She walked a few steps while the signal struggled to hold, already planning to call for a tow and pretend this whole detour had never happened. That was when she heard the engines. Low. Heavy. More than one. The sound rolled through the dark before the headlights appeared over the small rise behind her. Three motorcycles. Black. Loud. They slowed as

Nova had stopped counting the days. Time moved strangely inside the clubhouse. Meals appeared. Clothes were left for her. One of them was always nearby. Kane gave orders with quiet finality. Jax watched her like he was waiting for an excuse to put his hands on her. Reed smiled too easily and still managed to make every word feel like a claim. She tried the door again that morning anyway. It was locked. “You’re wasting your time.” Kane’s voice came from behind her. Nova turned. He stood in the hallway with a coffee in one hand, already dressed, already calm. Jax and Reed were a few steps behind him. “You can’t keep me here forever,” she said. “We can keep you here as long as we want,” Kane replied. “That’s the part you keep not understanding.” “I have a life outside of this.” “Not right now you don’t.” Jax leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You’re still talking like you have options.” “I do.” Reed’s mouth curved. “Name one.” Nova glared at him. “I can scream. I can f

Nova stopped pretending she was still looking for a way out.Days had blurred together inside the clubhouse. Someone was always nearby. Kane with his quiet orders and steady stare. Jax with his rough hands and the way he watched her like he was waiting for her to test him again. Reed with his easier mouth and the sharp interest underneath it. Her old life felt farther away every morning she woke up in their space, wearing their clothes, eating their food, sleeping in a bed that smelled like all three of them.She was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on one of Kane’s shirts when the door opened. Kane walked in first. Jax and Reed followed. The door shut. The lock turned with a soft, final click.Nova looked up at them. “What now?”Kane stopped in front of her. “Now you stop acting like this is still temporary.”“I never said it was permanent.”“You didn’t have to.” Jax leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You stopped fighting as hard. You sleep in our bed. You come when we tou

Elara woke up to the feeling of silk sheets and a slow, steady ache in both sides of her neck.For a long moment she didn’t open her eyes. The bed beneath her was too soft, the air too still. It smelled faintly of something dark and expensive — old wood, cold stone, and a trace of something metallic she didn’t want to name. When she finally looked around, she was in a large bedroom with heavy curtains drawn against the daylight. The furniture was dark and elegant. Nothing about the space felt temporary or accidental.She sat up slowly. She was completely naked under the sheets. When she lifted a hand to her throat, her fingers found the raised, tender marks of his bites. The memory of the alley — his mouth on her neck, his cock buried inside her, the way she had come apart for him — hit her all at once.The door opened.Lucien walked in carrying a glass of water. He looked completely composed, dressed in black, his presence filling the room without effort. Those dark eyes moved over h

The hunger woke her before he did.Elara lay in the dark, sheets tangled around her bare legs, staring at the ceiling while the ache under her skin pulsed in time with her heartbeat. It had gotten worse. Not just restlessness anymore. A low, insistent need that settled in her throat and between her thighs, sharper when Lucien stayed away too long and almost unbearable when she could sense him nearby.She hated it.She hated even more that she already knew what would quiet it.The door opened. Lucien stepped inside, silent as always, dark eyes finding her immediately in the dim room. He closed the door behind him and regarded her for a moment.“You’re awake,” he said.Elara sat up. The sheet slipped down to her waist. She didn’t bother pulling it back up. “I can’t sleep.”“I know.”“Of course you do.” Her voice came out tighter than she intended. “This is your fault.”Lucien walked closer to the bed. “Yes.”She looked at him — the calm posture, the controlled stillness, the way he watc