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“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.

BONG. The sudden, violent clang of the watchtower bells shattered the heavy silence of the mountains, echoing sharply through the stone chamber. It was the midnight alarm. The spell was instantly broken. Boo's eyes snapped open, the wild heat vanishing, replaced by the sharp, calculating coldness of a high-born omega. "Damn it," Boo hissed, his voice instantly dropping back into its refined, elegant cadence. Before Holden could even grasp his waist to force him back down, Boo slithered out from under him with slick agility. He scrambled off the chest, leaving Holden standing there completely bare, throbbing, and brutally denied.

He took a look around himself and admired the view from this new vantage point. He could see the Barren Settlement, about a kilometre in the distance where Soho and the Stream Realm cultivators had yet to detect any anomaly. The bone in his hand was vibrating with power and... excitement. Raider could clearly feel the bone longing to go towards the settlement. However what it wanted to do there exactly, Raider had no idea. Just as Raider made up his mind to go towards the settlement, a gust of wind evelopped him like a cloak and carried him in that direction.

He sucked in a breath, bracing against the onslaught of emotions as he made his coffee, smiled at the little girl, and went outside. The cabin the alpha of Bull Creek assigned them set back a ways from the road, roads which were pretty shitty as a matter of fact. How people didn't go through more cars or at least tires driving through Bull Creek was beyond Ezra's comprehension. Beech, pine, and birch trees circled the small, two-bedroom structure with a dirt drive leading up to the front steps. As far as cabins go, this one wasn't so bad, two bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen, and a living room with a fireplace. A back door sat beside the master bedroom in the back, and windows let in tons of l

"Boss, there would be female companions and most likely the singing would involve sex. You don't know that? The bill could run high—who's picking up the tab? If you don't mind my asking." "Don't worry about the cost, Rhonda. Doxxan has given us continuous business over the years—anything under 50K is still reasonable." Show off! "But sex? In an open space?" He said, with an impish smile on his face, "That could be interesting." He has to be joking. He chickened out in Portland but welcomes an idea of an orgy? Is he trying to look cool? Tell Linda to go home, lock your door, close your blinds and do me right here if you dare. Now that’s cool.

The word felt like a brand burned into my spine. They brought me to the training grounds just as the sun crested the treeline. The clearing buzzed with energy—warriors sparring, wolves shifting in and out of human form, the air thick with dominance and sweat. Every movement stilled when I stepped forward. Ronan stood at the center of it all, shirtless, scars mapping his torso like a history written in flesh. His gaze snapped to me instantly. The bond tightened. Damn him. “You’re late,” he said.

Every so often, his gaze flicked to her, checking—measuring—like he could read her pulse from her skin. ⸻ They reached the waterfront again, but this time not the public docks. This was the underbelly of the city—a place where rusted ships swayed like corpses and the smell of oil and salt clung to the air. The Black Orchid was no flower. It was a club hidden in an abandoned cargo terminal, a fortress of steel doors and reinforced glass, guarded by men whose faces stayed in the dark. Luciano stepped out first, scanning the perimeter, then offered his hand to her. She took it, even though her palm was damp, her chest tight.

She hadn’t expected to still be here. Boone sat on the tailgate of his truck outside the medical tent, shirt off, dust streaked across his chest and abs. Bruises bloomed purple and yellow over his ribs. He was thirty-four, built like a man who got thrown ten times a week and got back up every single time. Dark hair matted under his cowboy hat, jaw set tight. “You gonna poke at it all night or actually fix something?” he drawled, voice rough from the night’s yelling. Lena snapped on fresh gloves. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll make it hurt on purpose.”

My heart seized. I stumbled back, but too late. His hand shot through the bars, clawed fingers grazing my arm. I screamed, shoving against him, but he was stronger, snarling as his yellow eyes locked on me. “Found you,” he growled. Before I could fight him off, the bond ignited like fire in my veins. Brock’s roar thundered across the courtyard, shaking the ground. In a blur, he was there — leaping, tearing the rogue from the wall mid-climb. Bones cracked, blood sprayed, and the rogue’s body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

she asks, blinking through the darkness. This cabin sits near the border of our territory- the border between Norbury and Riverton. She must’ve crossed the border from Riverton during her pack’s full moon run when she felt the pull of the mate bond. It’s not much, but I’ve brought things here over the years to make it more comfortable for when I needed to hide out and get away. There’s a bed pushed up against the far wall, covered in soft blankets that I brought in after freezing my ass off one winter night. An old kitchenette is on the opposite side, the stove rusty from years of disuse and an abandoned teakettle resting on the counter. The only other furniture is a small table with a singl