OsirisThe SUV moves through the dense forest, and I grip the steering wheel harder than I should, my knuckles turning white. Eva’s in the back, her eyes darting between me and Nero, her body tense like she’s bracing for a storm. I can feel it, too. The rage boiling beneath my skin, simmering, waiting for the right moment to explode. The motherfucker took her daughter. He crossed a line, and once we set foot on his land, all bets are off.Nero is in the passenger seat, quiet but focused, probably running through the plan in his head and relaying it to the warriors waiting for us. He’d been the one to calm Eva down when she wanted to storm Darius’ pack and get Sophia back herself, and thank fuck for that. We needed the council’s green light to hit him with everything we’ve got. After Nero laid it all out to them, they gave us the go-ahead, which means one thing: Darius is about to find out just how fucked he is.But Eva doesn’t want to wait. She’s on edge, practically buzzing with de
OsirisDarius barely has time to react before I lunge at him, my fist connecting with his jaw with a satisfying crunch. He stumbles back, blood spilling from his mouth, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I grab him by the collar, slamming him into the pack house wall so hard the plaster cracks.“You fucking piece of shit,” I growl, my face inches from his. “You think you can lay your hands on her and get away with it?”Darius spits blood, glaring at me. “She’s mine. She’s my Luna. You have no right—”“I have every fucking right!” I roar, slamming him into the wall again. “You’re done, Darius. I promised you'd be dead if you touch her again, and I always fucking keep my promises.”Nero steps up behind me, his expression dark and lethal. “Get him outside, Osiris. We’re ending this right here.”I haul Darius toward where the rest of his pack is gathered, my grip like iron as I drag him behind me. Eva follows, her eyes wide, still in shock from everything that’s happening.His pack has gathered a
EvaSophia’s small body feels like a featherweight in my arms as she sleeps, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet of the SUV. My heart is racing, but for the first time in years, it’s not because of fear or anxiety. It’s because of the strangest sensation, something I haven’t felt in so long that I hardly recognize it.Relief.Darius is dead. He’s gone for good. He can never hurt me or Sophia again. We’re free.I lean back into the seat, my fingers still playing with Sophia’s hair as I look at the man who fought so hard to protect us, who did the unthinkable to save me and my daughter. There’s relief in knowing Darius is dead, knowing he can never come after us again. But the tension in Osiris’ body, the quiet rage simmering just beneath the surface—it scares me.He’s not okay. Not right now, at least.As the SUV pulls up to the pack house, I see Nero glance over at Osiris, his brows furrowed with concern. Nero kills the engine, and for a moment, no one says anything.I turn
OsirisThe sun is warm against my back as I settle down on the picnic blanket with Sophia, the grass under us freshly cut and smelling sweet. I pull out a few sandwiches and juice boxes from the basket, laying everything out while she fiddles with her teddy bear beside me. I’ve never been this nervous in my entire life, not even when I went on the first date with Eva. Facing off against rogues, fighting in bloody pack battles—that’s the usual for me. But this? Asking a six-year-old for permission to marry her mother? That’s a whole new kind of nerve-wracking.Sophia grabs one of the sandwiches, nibbling at it as she watches me with those wide, curious eyes. She’s gotten used to me being around, which is a relief, but today is about more than just me being present. I need her blessing, because I’m not just asking Eva to be mine—I’m asking Sophia to trust me with both their lives.“So,” I start, leaning back on my hands, watching her carefully. “I wanted to talk to you about something
I buried Zane Monroe years ago. Buried the memories, buried the pain. The mate who rejected me, the one who couldn’t live with being bonded to a man, left me to pick up the shattered pieces when he took his own life.I found his body. I saw the blood. I felt the agony of our bond being severed. He was supposed to be gone—forever. Then I saw him again. Alive. Breathing.And running one of the darkest, bloodiest wolf-fighting rings in the country.Now, I’ve been sent to Las Vegas to help bring down the operation, alongside Alphas Arkyn and Creed. But how the hell am I supposed to focus when the ghost of my past—the mate who broke me—is pulling the strings? Worse, Legacy, Arkyn’s own son, is financing the whole thing.I buried him once—how the hell do I bury him again when he’s standing right in front of me?Orion's story starts now. Daily updates.
OrionAs soon as I step off the plane, the dry heat of Vegas slams into me, but it barely registers. I’m too focused. I don’t know if it’s the mission itself or knowing Zane is here, but my heart is already racing, my blood heating in my veins.I see the guy who’s supposed to pick me up standing at the edge of the tarmac. Tall, broad, dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses that don’t hide the fact that he’s one of Arkyn’s men. He gives me a short nod before walking over, tossing a black bag my way.“Sorry, Alpha’s orders,” he mutters. “Blindfold goes on. It’s the only way to the Vega pack.”I smirk, knowing Arkyn isn’t one for unnecessary risks. “Not the most welcoming greeting, but whatever keeps your secrets safe.” I pull the fabric over my head without argument. I could fight this, of course, but that would just be a waste of time. And right now, I don’t have time to waste.I hear the man grunt in response before I feel his hand on my shoulder, guiding me. “Let’s go. We have a lo
OrionI sit in the back of the SUV, my eyes scanning the desert landscape as we drive toward the fight. It’s not far from the Vegas strip, but the location is hidden enough that only those with inside knowledge can find it. I feel the weight of the night pressing down on me—Zane’s name ringing in my ears like a fucking drumbeat. I force my mind to settle. Focus, Ri.Legion Vega is sitting beside me, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. He’s Arkyn’s youngest, the one who doesn’t carry the baggage of Legacy’s reputation. He looks to be about eighteen or nineteen; tall and lanky. He has long blond hair, a stark contrast to Legacy’s black hair, and when I first saw him, the color of his eyes surprised me.One is the red of his Lycan, the other is purple. “His hybrid status is still in question,” Arkyn had said. “We’ve met his Lycan and tailed beast, but that doesn’t explain the purple eye.”Well, then.While Legacy’s been making a name for himself as a loose cannon, Legion has kept his head down
OrionThe roar of the crowd thunders in my ears, and I force myself to stay seated, fists clenched as I watch the fight below. Two wolves are tearing into each other, blood splattering the dirt, the sickening crack of bones breaking ringing out like music to the savage bastards around me.A flash of Aeron’s face hits me—the haunted look in his eyes when he told us about being used as bait. The sheer fucking terror he’d endured in a place like this.The bile rises in my throat, and I swallow it back. I can’t afford to lose my shit now. But seeing this… seeing the bloodlust, the way the crowd eats it up, it makes me want to tear this entire place apart.I glance over at Zane, who’s standing off to the side, near the shadows. His expression is blank, a mask of indifference. But as I watch him, something shifts. He frowns and starts looking around, his eyes scanning the crowd like he’s searching for something… or someone.Then his eyes land on me.I see the shock flicker across his face,