All Chapters of The Black Wolves: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My eyes follow Chloe’s gaze toward the doorway, cutting through the haze of cheap smoke and flashing strobe lights.A tall figure has just stepped inside, instantly shifting the gravity of the room. Broad shoulders, dark hair falling just past his brow, and an expensive leather jacket that looks entirely out of place among the stained hoodies and frat tees. It’s not a student. Or, if he is, he’s definitely not an undergraduate. There’s a calculated, predatory stillness about him—the way his dark eyes scan the room, taking in every exit, every drunken mistake, like a hunter sizing up a pen of stray sheep.My breath hitches. The sharp line of his jaw and the cold intensity in his expression flash a sudden, jarring warning through my brain. He looks entirely too much like Professor Black. Not a family resemblance, exactly, but cut from the same terrifying, untouchable cloth.“Oh, sweet mother of mercy,” Chloe breathes, fanning herself with one hand. “Who is that? Because if he’s a senior

Ryder takes a step closer, his hands shoved deep into his leather jacket pockets. The firelight dances over his razor-sharp jawline, accentuating every dangerous angle as the crackle of wood sparks between us.“The Black Pack,” he starts, his voice low and rumble-heavy. “We run this entire territory. My father is the Alpha, but he’s stepping down soon. Dante—your sweet, pristine art history professor—is next in line. He’s taking the throne.”I let out a harsh, dry bark of laughter, shaking my head in disbelief. “Dante? The guy who grades my charcoal sketches with a fountain pen that costs more than my rent? He’s a fucking Alpha?”“Alpha heir,” Ryder corrects, his dark eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement. “And I’m the enforcer. I handle the dirty work he doesn’t want to stain his polished hands with. Which brings us to you, Haven. You’re wolf-born. You knew what I was the second I walked into that room.”“Yeah, well, excuse me if my life isn’t a goddamn fairy tale,” I snap, aggres

My mind is still reeling, the electric aftershocks of his kiss humming under my skin as Ryder gently grips my waist, steering me away from the dying bonfire. He doesn’t ask if I want a ride. He just takes my hand—his large, warm palm completely swallowing mine—and leads me around the side of the house toward the curb.Parked beneath the heavy shadows of a sprawling oak tree sits a matte-black motorcycle, sleek, customized, and lethal.“Climb on,” he says, his voice a low, gravelly command that makes my pulse hitch. He hands me a dark helmet, his dark eyes tracking every breath I take as I strap it beneath my chin. “Hold on tight, little wolf. I don’t drive slow.”I throw my leg over the leather seat behind him and wrap my arms tightly around his waist, pressing my chest flat against his solid back. The moment he kicks the engine to life, the deep, guttural roar vibrates straight through my thighs, sending a wicked shiver straight down my spine. The ride back to campus is a blur of bit

Before I could drag myself out of bed to drown my burning face in freezing water, the screen of my phone lit up on the mattress beside me. The sudden vibration against the sheet sent a sharp jolt straight to my heart.I grabbed it, my fingers still slightly trembling, and swiped open the notification.Unknown Number: Morning, little wolf. Tell me you didn’t sleep a wink thinking about me.A breathless laugh almost bubbled out of my throat, but I caught it, biting down on my swollen lower lip. My skin flushed all over again, the phantom touch of his heavy hands in my dream washing over me like a hot wave. I quickly saved his contact under Ryder—adding a black heart icon that I immediately tried, and failed, to talk myself out of.Haven: Bold of you to assume I was thinking about you at all.His reply was practically instantaneous, the typing bubble popping up before I had even set the phone down.Ryder: Liar. I could feel your pulse racing from across town. I’m taking you to lunch toda

The Velvet Bean was tucked into a quiet brick alleyway two blocks off campus, smelling rich with roasted espresso beans, cinnamon, and warm sugar. It was dimly lit with exposed vintage bulbs and plush leather booths in the back—a stark, cozy contrast to the crisp autumn air outside.Ryder guided me straight to the farthest booth, his hand heavy on the small of my back. He didn’t even let me sit down on my own; he practically lifted me onto the leather bench before sliding in right beside me, trapping me against the wall.“I’m getting you a double-shot vanilla latte and a hot turkey club,” he grumbled, his dark eyes sweeping over my face as if searching for bruises. “You look like you haven’t eaten a real meal since yesterday.”“I don’t need a babysitter, Black,” I muttered, but the smell of toasted sourdough coming from a nearby table made my stomach betray me with a loud rumble.A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You need to feed your wolf, Haven. Your body is