LOGINThey killed her on her twentieth birthday. Her own brother sold her like cattle while his best friend watched her bleed out in the woods all for the "greater good" of their failing pack. Ivory Vale died with tears in her eyes. A betrayal like no other. One year later, she was reborn with a hunger for revenge that threatens to consume what's left of her soul. *** Dangerous, devastatingly handsome, and absolutely lethal, Dante Torrino has never met a threat he couldn't eliminate until he finds a silver-haired she-wolf covered in fluid who makes his control crack. He should kill her. His family's ancient curse demands it. Every instinct screams she's dangerous. Instead, he saves her life and finds himself drawn into her web of vengeance and secrets. Because the more he learns about her death, the more he realizes her enemies might be connected to his own family's dark empire. Some betrayals run deeper than death. Some vengeance burns hotter than hellfire. And some loves are worth being reborn for.
View More“No… No… don’t hurt me, Marcus. Please…please…”I struggled against invincible chains. My body shaking as I tried to find my ground. But there was no ground. I was in the darkness. Alone. “Hello.”I called out, my voice echoing in the darkness. There was no reply until…the world plunged me down. I screamed as I was dragged down through the darkness.My own voice yanked me out of sleep. I jerked, body twitching against the chain. My wrist ached where the cuff bit into my flesh. For a second, I wasn’t sure if I was awake or still trapped in that dream. My throat burned, lungs tight, heart slamming against my chest. Something poked my cheek.I snapped. My free hand shot out, fingers clamping around a wrist before I even thought.“Ah! Ow! Let go, let go!”The voice was small, startled.I blinked into the dim light. Zara.Her round glasses were crooked, her eyes wide behind them.“Oh,” I breathed, loosening my grip. “It’s you.”She rubbed her wrist dramatically. “Damn, you’re fast. D
I gave him a weird look. “I already told you all I know.”He scoffed. “Really?”His tone was mocking, like I was a child caught sneaking sweets. He didn’t move at first, just leaned back in the chair, eyes on me. That ice blue eyes cold enough to make my skin prickle.Why won’t he believe me? I’ve said it. I’ve said everything I can…I shifted against the headboard, trying to inch toward the side. If I could just slide off the bed, kick him in the face or better still, run–His eyes fixed on the bed and back on me. He scoffed and in an instant, he was on me.“Ah.” His hand slammed against the mattress beside my head, pinning me there. His other hand grabbed my wrist and shoved it above me. His strength was unreal; I barely had time to gasp before he pressed me back down. I tried to struggle but I couldn't move my wrists at all. “Trying to run already?” His mouth curved, but it wasn’t a smile.I froze. My pulse pounded so loud it drowned out everything else.Move. Kick him. Bite hi
The man grabbed Zara's arm and yanked her behind him, his movements sharp and protective. I watched in fascination as his form began to shift, muscles expanding beneath his clothes, his spine lengthening. Black fur sprouted along his arms and face as his features elongated into something between human and wolf.But it wasn't a normal werewolf transformation. Red mist poured from his hands like smoke, swirling around us in patterns that made my skin crawl. His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself.He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer."The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore.I collapsed.In that darkness between consciousness and void, everythin
I opened my eyes to a world wrapped in cloudy mist, everything soft and blurred at the edges like looking through frosted glass. Something sharp jabbed at my face, over and over, accompanied by the frantic fluttering of wings.Bird. My mind supplied the word slowly, like pulling it from deep water. A bird was pecking at my face.I could feel my skin breaking under its beak, warm wetness trickling down my cheek. But I didn't move. Couldn't move. I simply lay there, staring up through the canopy of trees at a sky that seemed impossibly bright.The bird kept pecking, growing more aggressive, its sharp beak drawing blood with each strike. Then suddenly it stopped. Its small body toppled sideways, falling against my shoulder where it lay perfectly still.Dead.I sat up slowly, my movements mechanical and strange. The dead bird slid off my shoulder onto the forest floor, its black eyes vacant and staring. I looked down at it with no emotion, no understanding of what had just happened. It h
I threw my hands up to cover my face, a pathetic attempt at protection against my brother's snarling jaws. This couldn't be happening. This had to be some twisted nightmare, a hallucination brought on by hitting my head too hard."Marcus, what the hell are you doing?"Damon's voice cut through the night like a blade, sharp with confusion and something that might have been horror. I watched through my fingers as he shifted back to human form, his naked body tense with fury.Marcus whirled on him, still in wolf form, and without warning lunged at Damon's shoulder. His teeth sank deep, and Damon's agonized groan echoed through the trees."Get off me!" Damon shoved Marcus away with both hands, blood streaming down his arm. "You said we were just going to scare her! Don't tell me you're actually planning to kill your own sister!"Kill me? The words hit like physical blows. I stared at them both, my mind refusing to process what I was hearing. Kill me? My brother wanted to kill me?Mar
Ivory's POV"Hey, pipsqueak."I looked up from the pumpkin I was carving, grinning as Marcus approached across the backyard. Jack-o'-lanterns in various stages of completion surrounded me on the picnic table, along with the mess of pumpkin guts I'd been scooping out for the past hour."Perfect timing." I gestured to the pile of orange innards. "Want to help me clean up this disaster?""On your birthday? Never." He settled beside me on the bench, bumping my shoulder with his. "Can't believe my baby sister is twenty now.""Ancient," I agreed, wiping pumpkin slime off my hands. "Practically decaying alive."Marcus laughed, the sound warm. He'd been taking care of me since our parents died four years ago, stepping into the role of pack leader and big brother. Some days I missed them so much it felt like drowning, but Marcus never let me sink too deep into the grief."I got you something." He pulled a small velvet box from his jacket pocket, his expression suddenly serious. "Well, techni






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