Chapter: Chapter 24: Chasing ShadowsThe forest swallowed me whole, its darkness thick and heavy, the air sharp with pine and wet dirt. My bare feet sank into the mud, cold and slick, each step a fight, my breath puffing white in the faint moonlight. The bag slapped against my hip, light but loaded with my choice—to run, to shield the pack, to escape the mess I’d made. But Lucien’s touch lingered, his kiss a brand on my lips, his heat tugging me back, damn him. I pushed forward, green eyes sharp, scanning the trees, their branches jagged and black, clawing at the sky like broken fingers.A twig cracked behind me, loud and sudden. My heart lurched, chest squeezing, green eyes wide as I spun, breath locked tight. Nothing—just the wind, leaves whispering, the forest alive and watching. But I felt it—someone close, stalking me, their presence heavy. I bolted, feet sliding, mud grabbing at me, pulse pounding, fear and anger churning hot in my stomach. He was coming. I knew it, his growl echoing in my head, his voice—you’re mi
Last Updated: 2025-04-08
Chapter: Chapter 23: Dax's UltimatumThe den stank of blood and fear when the scout stumbled in, his body a wreck—fur torn, one eye a swollen mess, claws scraping the stone floor as he fell hard. I froze, my bare feet cold against the dirt, green eyes wide, watching from the shadows as the hall went dead quiet. Lucien lunged forward, his boots slamming the ground, a growl tearing from his throat, low and vicious. He dropped to his knees beside the scout, scarred hands gripping the wolf’s shoulder, ice-blue eyes blazing like a storm about to break. “What happened?” he snarled, voice rough, the air thick with tension, the metallic tang of blood choking me.The scout coughed, wet and ragged, blood flecking his cracked lips. “Dax… sent a message,” he rasped, his voice barely there, shaking. “Hand over Selene… or the pack burns… by dawn.” My chest locked tight, green eyes fierce, the words hitting me like a blade, cold and sharp. Lucien’s growl deepened, his fingers digging into the scout’s shoulder, scars flexing under the t
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Chapter: Chapter 22: Healing TouchSelene’s POVThe shack’s walls sagged, rot seeping from the wood, the air thick with damp and the sour stink of blood. Mist curled outside, gray and heavy, choking the pines, but inside, it was just us—me and Lucien, bruised and torn, the seer’s words still clawing at my skull: Break it as one, or burn as one. My bare feet stuck to the dirt floor, cold and gritty, jeans ripped at the thigh, blood streaking my skin from the scout fight—mine, theirs, his. Lucien slumped against the wall, shirt shredded, chest heaving, scars slashed open by claws, blood dripping dark and slow, pooling in the dirt. His ice-blue eyes glinted, half-lidded, pain etched deep, but alive—damn him, alive and pulling me in. I dropped to my knees beside him, mud sucking at my skin, green eyes sharp, breath tight in my chest. “You’re a mess,” I said, voice low, rough, hands shaking as I tore a strip from my sweater—already frayed, soaked with sweat and filth. He growled, low and wet, ice-blue flicking to me, his l
Last Updated: 2025-04-05
Chapter: Chapter 21: The Hunt for AnswersSelene’s POVThe forest stank of wet earth and rot, mist so thick it clung to my skin like a damp shroud, cold and slimy. My bare feet sank into the muck, toes curling against the chill, jeans plastered to my legs, heavy with mud and blood from yesterday’s kill. The letter in my pocket burned against my thigh—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse—its ink bleeding into my thoughts, eating me alive. Ahead, Lucien prowled, boots squelching, his shirt soaked to his scarred chest, muscles flexing under the thin fabric, ice-blue eyes cutting through the gloom. Last night, his growl had pinned me to the wall—you’re mine, curse or not—his breath hot on my neck, stirring something dark and hungry in me. Now we chased the seer, the one who’d known my mother, who might unravel the howl tearing me apart, the curse sinking its claws deeper every damn day. The air turned sour, a wet-dog reek hitting me hard—wolves, too close, stalking us. My green eyes flared, chest tightening, every muscle coi
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Chapter: Chapter 20: Whispers Selene’s POV The night clung to me, heavy and close, the air thick with pine and wet dirt. The den’s stone walls trapped the chill, pressing it into my skin as my bare feet scraped the rough floor. My jeans were stiff with dried mud, crusted from the fight two days back, and my mother’s letter sat like a stone in my pocket. Its words chewed at me—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse—over and over, relentless. Lucien’s growl still rang in my head from earlier, his ice-blue eyes burning when he’d sworn we’d face it together. Now, the main hall stretched out empty, torchlight flickering faint and yellow, throwing twisted shadows that clawed up the walls. I moved silent as a breath, green eyes sharp, chest tight, hunting for him, for something to quiet the chaos tearing me up inside. A low growl rolled from the far end, near the hearth where the fire had collapsed into glowing embers, red and sullen. Vira’s voice sliced through the stillness, rough and deep, her mossy scent hittin
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Chapter: Chapter 19: A Fragile TruceSelene’s POVThe den’s main hall loomed around me, its stone walls closing in tight, torchlight sputtering like the last breaths of a dying fire, throwing long, twisted shadows that scratched at the floor. My bare feet scraped the cold stone, silent as a wraith, jeans crusted with mud, the letter in my pocket heavy as a blade, its words branded into my skull—golden wolf, blood ties, betrayal, curse. Lucien’s growl from last night still rattled my bones, his ice-blue eyes slicing through me with distrust, his body heat slamming into me when he’d pinned me against the wall, demanding I spill it all. Now he stood by the hearth, shirt unbuttoned, scars rippling across his chest like battle maps, his stare fixed on the parchment as I shoved it into his hands, my fingers grazing his—warm, calloused, a jolt sparking through me, alive and dangerous. He snatched it, ice-blue eyes narrowing to slits, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he unfolded the worn page, torchlight catching the fraye
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A Crown of Ashes
Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want.
Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat.
Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?
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Chapter: chapter 15: Rain and ruinRain pattered soft on Sienna’s hood, a steady drip that matched the thud of her boots on the muddy path. Lila led the way—small, hunched, her coat too big, her steps shaky like she’d collapse any second—and Sienna followed, her jaw tight, the vial a cold lump in her pocket. Roman trailed a few paces back, silent, his presence a weight she couldn’t shake—his heat, his kiss, still burning on her lips, a mistake she couldn’t unmake. Her chest ached, raw and tangled, and she hated it—hated him for making her feel it, hated herself for letting him in even that much.“Keep up,” she muttered, voice low, sharp, not looking at Lila—couldn’t, not yet—because every glance at those hollow cheeks, those trembling hands, dragged up too much: needles on the trailer floor, Lila’s slurred promises, the day she’d vanished, leaving Sienna with Dorian’s cold lies. Her mom—the junkie Dorian had paid to disappear—and now here, alive, leading her through the dark like it meant something.“I’m trying,” Lila
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Chapter: Chapter 13: Surprise SupriseThe shack’s door groaned open, a damp wind slicing through the stale air, prickling Sienna’s skin—still hot, too hot, from Roman’s kiss. His lips had been rough, desperate, searing into hers, and his hand lingered on her waist, fingers digging in like he could anchor her there. Her chest tightened, breath catching, and she shoved him—hard—her palms slamming against his chest, breaking free. “Get off me,” she snapped, voice jagged, stepping back, boots scraping the gritty floor. Her tank top clung to her ribs, her arms crossing tight over her chest to hide the heat crawling up her neck, the regret sinking in her gut.Roman’s gaze locked onto hers—dark, sharp, a flash of confusion, maybe hurt—and it twisted something in her, sharp and low. She wanted to grab him, pull him back, feel that fire again, but she wouldn’t—couldn’t. Not with everything unraveling. “Sienna,” he said, voice low, gravelly, reaching for her, but she shook her head—quick, fierce—silencing him.“Don’t,” she bit ou
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Chapter: Chapter 12: Cracks in the calmRoman's PovThe woman’s voice—soft, trembling, “Sienna… it’s me”—cut through the shack’s damp air like a blade, sharp enough to pull me back from the edge I’d been teetering on. My lips still burned where Sienna’s had been, her taste—rain, salt, her—lingering, hot and heavy, and my hand stayed on her hip, fingers dug into the denim, holding her against me like letting go would unravel me completely. She was pressed close, chest to chest, her breath ragged on my neck, and damn if it didn’t wreck me—how she’d kissed me back, hungry and raw, cracking me open in ways I hadn’t let happen in years.“Who’s that?” I muttered, voice low, rougher than I meant, my eyes flicking to the door—warped, splintered, barely a barrier—but I couldn’t look away from her long. Her hair was tangled from my hands, her lips swollen, parted, and those green eyes hit me hard—wild, wanting, pulling me in when I needed to focus. My gun was in my other hand, cold and steady, but my pulse hammered, heat still coilin
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Chapter: Chapter 11: Tangled in the darkThe shack’s walls creaked under the weight of that whisper—“She’s mine”—low and sharp, slicing through the haze Sienna had fallen into. Her breath caught, stuck in her throat, and Roman froze beside her, his hand still warm where it’d brushed her thigh, his gun now a dark shape in his grip. The air was thick, heavy with mildew and the echo of those words, but all she could feel was him—his heat, his nearness—lingering like a burn she couldn’t shake. She should’ve jumped up, demanded answers, but her body wouldn’t move, pinned by the pull of him, by the way his eyes had darkened when he’d said he wanted to know her.“Who’s out there?” she whispered, voice rough, barely audible over the drip-drip of rain leaking through the roof. Her fingers tightened on the vial, its cold glass grounding her, but her eyes stayed on Roman—his jaw tight, his chest rising slow, like he was holding himself back from something.“Dunno,” he muttered, low, his voice a gravelly thread that tugged at her. He ea
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Chapter: chapter 10: Blood and DesireSienna’s boots crunched on dry pine needles, the shack a fading speck behind them as she and Roman cut deeper into the woods. The truck’s bloody mess was miles back, that scream still ringing in her skull, but the air here was still—too still—thick with the tang of sap and something sharper, like metal or smoke. Her fingers flexed around the vial in her pocket, its cold glass a tether to whatever hell Dorian had left her, and Roman walked ahead, his stride long and sure, gun tucked close, his silence loud enough to grate on her nerves.“Say something,” she snapped, voice low, cutting through the quiet. Her breath puffed in the chill, her jacket stiff with dried mud, and she hated how exposed she felt—out here, with him, no walls to lean on.He glanced back, eyes catching the faint starlight—dark, steady, peeling her open in a way that made her skin itch. “What’s to say?” he said, voice rough, low, like he’d swallowed gravel. “We’re moving. That’s it.” But there was a hitch in it, a c
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
Chapter: Chapter 9: Blood on the boards The shack shook as the door rattled, a hard thud that snapped Sienna’s head up, her heart slamming against her ribs. That warped voice—“He’s bleeding already”—still echoed in her ears, cold and mean, and Roman stood there, gun raised, his eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the room. The headlights outside cut through the cracked window, painting his face in harsh streaks—jaw tight, stubble dark, too damn steady when everything was spinning. “Get back,” he said, voice low, rough, cutting through the hum of the truck outside. He stepped toward the door, putting himself between her and it, and damn if it didn’t piss her off—how he acted like her shield, how it made her feel something she didn’t want to name. “No way,” she shot back, voice sharp, grabbing the poker again—cold, solid in her grip. “I’m not cowering while they play this out.” Her eyes flicked to his, and there it was—that look, dark and heavy, burning into her, and it hit her hard, low in her gut, a heat sh
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
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