A Dark Paranormal Romance Thriller Kara Nox is one of the best agents at America’s Secret Agency (ASA). When she’s sent on a mission to gather intel on werewolves and their link to a string of human deaths, she thinks it’ll be just another job. But she’s wrong. Captured, assaulted, and bitten by an unknown werewolf, Kara is forced into a nightmare she never imagined. The bite changes her, turning her into a Neotide, a turned werewolf, hated by the purebloods. Thrown into the path of Dylan Gasper, the ruthless Alpha of the New Age Pack, she finds herself at the mercy of a man who despises what she’s become. Yet, their wolves sense something neither of them can ignore. Mates! As Kara hunts for answers, she uncovers a shocking truth, one Dylan never wanted her to find. Now, caught between revenge, survival, and a dangerous attraction, Kara must decide: will she fight the monster inside her or the one who made her this way? Betrayal cuts deep. Desire runs deeper. And the hunt has just begun.
ดูเพิ่มเติมKara’s POVThe city was still as we drove through its streets, the kind of stillness that felt unnatural, stretched too thin—like the air before a storm when even the wind holds its breath. Dylan’s car moved smoothly along the empty roads, the soft hum of the engine a quiet reminder that I was not alone. I should have felt safe, tucked away in the leather seats beside him, but my mind was elsewhere. Tonight, everything would change. "You okay?" Dylan's voice cut through my thoughts, his tone casual, but his gaze sharp as he flicked a glance at me. The city lights illuminated the angles of his face in flashes—his strong jaw, the dark depth of his eyes, the slight furrow in his brow as he watched me. I blinked, my mind snapping back to the present. "Why?" "You seem distracted." He smirked, but there was something unreadable beneath it. "Maybe you're hiding something from me." The teasing edge in his voice sent a flicker of guilt down my spine. If only he knew how right he w
Kara's POV"The CEO himself is involved… wow, I must be of great importance then." Rodrigo’s jaw tightened, his expression grim. "We believe it’s because you know something—some secret about ASA. That’s why they want you dead at all costs." Kara scoffed, folding her arms. "But I know nothing. We were just pawns—paid to be on the field, risking our lives while they sat back, issuing commands like gods playing chess. It has to be something else." Her voice dripped with frustration, the sting of betrayal still fresh. Rodrigo exhaled, his sharp eyes assessing her. "There’s only one way to find out." The room fell silent, heads turning toward her. Kara lifted her chin. "We attack Dave Benson tomorrow night. Abduct him. Break him until he talks." The air grew heavy, thick with tension. For a long beat, no one spoke. Then— "You’re joking, right?" Gigi’s voice cracked the silence, but her wide eyes said she already knew the answer. Rodrigo smirked. "I don’t think she is." "T
Kara’s POVI took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me. "Dylan, I won’t deny what I feel. But it terrifies me—all that comes with it. How do you expect a mere human, bitten and thrown into this world, to suddenly stand beside you as Luna? To rule over thousands of werewolves when I barely understand this life?"The words felt like razor blades on my tongue, sharp, painful, but necessary. Dylan’s golden eyes burned into mine, intense and unyielding. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel the tension rolling off him. "So what are you saying, huh?" His voice was rough, guttural. "That we ignore this? Pretend what we have means nothing?"His jaw clenched. "Because that’s not happening. I’m not letting you go."The finality in his tone sent a shiver through me. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing. "You don’t understand," I whispered. "My life is a mess, Dylan. I don’t know what might happen next. I could die—" My voice cracked, my ches
DYLAN’S POVThe execution of my plan was supposed to begin today. Or so I thought. But as the hours passed, I realized how much I had underestimated the weight of it all. The tension coiled in my gut, suffocating, unbearable. I could barely function under its grip. The thought of her—of how she would react—consumed me. Would she accept the truth? Would she accept me? We had barely spoken about how she was turned, and a small, reckless part of me clung to the hope that it might mean she wouldn’t resist. That she might already feel the pull toward me, even if she refused to acknowledge it. I kept telling myself this was for the best. That claiming her, binding her to me, was the only way forward. But my hands still shook with anticipation. The car came to a stop, jerking me back to the present. I exhaled sharply, pushing open the door and stepping out. My gaze lifted to the towering glass building before me—a place that had once been my refuge. After my mother died, I had buried
The next morning, Kara arrived at work to find everything as it had been—quiet, routine, almost unsettlingly normal. But Dylan was nowhere to be found. Murphy, one of her coworkers, shook his head when she asked. “Boss hasn’t been in for two days. No calls, no messages. Nothing.” Kara only nodded, though something cold twisted in her gut. She buried herself in paperwork, pushing past the exhaustion clawing at her bones. Despite everything—the attacks, the shifting, the secrets—she still managed to keep herself together. Then the office phone rang, slicing through the silence. She barely had time to answer before a deep, familiar voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Kara, are you okay?” She froze. His voice was like a switch, flipping something inside her she didn’t want to acknowledge. It poured over her like warm honey, thick and consuming, dragging her mind back to *him.* “Kara?” The concern in his tone was unmistakable. “Are you there?” She gripped the receiver ti
"What the hell just happened? And why would Neotides attack my house?“I demanded answers the second we stepped into Rodrigo’s house, my voice sharp, my chest still heaving from the adrenaline. Rodrigo barely glanced at me before steering me toward the stairs. “Relax, Kara. Go take a shower, and I promise to explain everything.” There was no room for protest. His hand on my back was firm, pushing me up the stairs like a father sending a reckless child to bed. I bit back a retort, my heart still racing. The attack had been brutal, unexpected. The fear in Kelly’s eyes haunted me. Stepping into my old room, I found her sprawled across the bed, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Her limbs were flung carelessly, as if sleep had taken her hostage before she could find a comfortable position. My fingers traced the soft curve of her cheek. She had seen me shift. And she had looked at me like I was a monster. A heavy sigh left my lips. I'd have to face her when she woke
KARA I barely made it to the bathroom before my stomach lurched, emptying everything I had inside me. My belly churned violently, and I gagged, throwing up again, my throat burning. I gripped the cold edges of the sink, my body trembling as I forced myself to rinse my mouth, splashing water on my face. My eyes were red, swollen, furious. The nerve he had—kissing me like he fucking meant it, only to have his *fiancée* on her knees for him in his office moments later. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was useless. The image was burned into my skull, playing in my mind like a curse. His head tilted back, her hands gripping his thighs, *his* groan of pleasure—disgust clawed at my chest, bile rising in my throat again. My wolf whimpered, retreating into the depths of my mind, wounded. And I hated myself for feeling that pain. I should’ve known. I *did* know. Dylan Gasper was playing with me—making me believe I mattered. And I fell for it like a goddamn fool. Pathetic, Kara.I wa
The ride back home was silent, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Kara stared out the window, her mind in a frenzy of emotions. "You're home," Rodrigo’s voice pulled her back to the present. She blinked, realizing the car had stopped. Without a word, she pushed the door open and stepped out, but before she could walk away, Rodrigo called after her. "Sweet Kara, you are strong. You will overcome this storm ahead of you. I believe in you." Something in his voice made her chest tighten. She turned to him, her throat dry. "Thank you, Rodrigo. For everything," she whispered. She knew it now—her life was in danger. ASA wanted her eliminated. They would stop at nothing to silence her. At least she was safe here, for now. The apartment given to her by her new employers was deep within New Age Pack’s territory. They wouldn’t dare touch her here. After a hot shower, she collapsed onto her bed, naked, the heat of the water still clinging to her skin. Her body was exhausted, but
Kara jolted awake to the sharp ringing of her phone, her breath hitching as she reached for the vibrating device on the nightstand. "Hello," she mumbled without checking the caller ID. "Hey, how are you?" That voice. Her body tensed as she pulled the phone away, staring at the screen in disbelief before bringing it back to her ear. "Are you there?" Dylan’s voice came again, smooth yet edged with something unreadable. "Uh—yeah, I’m here. I'm... fine," she answered hastily, her voice still thick with sleep. "I wanted to check on you," he said, his tone unreadable. "You're my employee now, which makes you my responsibility." Kara scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine, sir." A low growl rumbled through the phone. "Do not call me that," he said through gritted teeth. "At least not when we're outside the office." A slow smirk played on her lips. "Oh? So you want me to call you by your name, sir?" She bit her lip to stifle a giggle. "Fuck
---The heavy downpour flooded the streets, creating unbearable traffic. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at my watch—8:15 p.m. Great. I was late. My phone beeped again, vibrating on the passenger seat. I didn’t need to check to know who it was. *"You better not be late for my party, Kara. And please wear the dress I got for you. I love you. See you soon. Your best friend, Kelly."* I rolled my eyes. Kelly could be so dramatic. The streetlights cast a dull glow over the wet roads as I drove, but my mind wasn’t on the traffic or the rain. It was on the case Zach had handed me this morning. Another hiker found dead—third one this month. Same bite marks, same mountain area. The department was being careful, but everyone had the same suspect in mind: werewolves. The thought lingered until I reached home. A quick shower, a struggle against my mattress calling me to bed, and then I was forcing myself into the dress Kelly had picked out. It clung to me in all t...
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