"Wait! Please don't hurt me."Gaia’s voice rang out. She wasn’t sure why she said it. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to stop—Lucian from draining her or from something even worse.Lucian turned to her slowly, amusement flickering across his face. “Wait?” He chuckled, taking a step closer. “How pathetic.”Gaia swallowed hard, her pulse racing. She couldn’t move. Not because she was restrained, but because of the power emitting from him. It was suffocating.Lucian knelt in front of her, lifting her chin with a single cold finger. His touch sent ice down her spine. “Beg me,” he whispered, his red eyes gleaming with hostility. Before Gaia could react, a voice cut through the air, sharp and deadly.“Touch her again, and I’ll rip your spine out.”Lucian sighed dramatically. “And here comes the wolf.”Gaia was shoved to the floor as Lucian turned his full attention to Valtor.Valtor stood tall, his gaze locked onto Lucian with an expression colder than death itself. But something was
. Ironhaven Asylum. "Your blood will make me stronger and the most powerful in the lycan world," his voice echoed relentlessly in her mind, like a chilling reminder of her fate.Valtor’s icy blue eyes locked onto hers, glowing with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're mine! No matter how hard you try, you can never escape me, Gaia." His voice was low, but it held an authority that shook her resolve.Gaia squeezed her eyes shut, as if by doing so, she could block out the sight of him and the unsettling world she was trapped in.This place was unlike anything she had known, the forest stretched forever in all directions, trees with grass-like bark, and leaves that had sharp teeth. Shadows in this place didn't stay still. They slithered along the ground, their shapes shifting into things that shouldn't exist. Here, Gaia could understand the language of animals and speak to humans with claws like those of wild predators. It was a world she never wanted to experience
Gaia took a trembling step back, her wide eyes locked onto the figure advancing towards her. Her voice broke into panic, as she screamed, “Stay away from me!” She turned to the security guards, her fear escalating, “I don't want to see him. Take me away, please…..”The guards hesitated, their eyes shifting to their superior for instructions.The chief doctor nodded solemnly and approached the man with a measured calm. “Gaia’s condition has worsened. She's not in the right state of mind to see you now. Perhaps you could return on the next visiting day.”But the man disregarded the chief entirely, his focus fixed solely on Gaia, as if nothing else in the room existed. The guards moved swiftly, raising their batons in a show of force, while Gaia, eyes still on the stranger, inched backwards, her mind racing with something far deeper than fear.“Hey, mister, you heard the chief,” one of the guards said, stepping forward with authority, hands outstretched to block the man's path. Chief D
Gaia’s body hit the ground with a soft thud, her eyes fluttering shut as she lay motionless at Valtor’s feet. He barely spared her a glance, his attention already on the man stepping forward from the shadows—a figure almost as tall and imposing as Valtor himself, with a hardened glare that spoke of countless battles.“Well, well, Valtor,” the man sneered, circling slowly. “Never thought I’d see the day you'd stoop to guarding a mere human. Or is she?”Valtor’s lips twisted into a dangerous smirk, his eyes gleaming with a cold, lethal light. “You speak as if you understand the stakes here,” he replied, his voice dripping with contempt. “But I wouldn’t expect a half-breed like you to understand loyalty.”The man let out a low growl, his fists clenching. “Loyalty? Is that what you call it?” He laughed bitterly. “Or are you just afraid? Afraid of what I could do if I take her from you?”Valtor’s form shuddered, beginning to shift, his claws lengthening as his features took on a more feral
Mystical world.Valtor stood at the head of a long, ancient table, the gleam of candlelight casting shadows on the stone walls. His wounds throbbed, a constant reminder of the confrontation that happened earlier.He had been summoned for an impromptu meeting by the elders of his clan, who were visibly agitated. Their gazes were sharp, full of unspoken questions as they awaited his arrival.“Where is she, Valtor?” one elder demanded, his voice heavy with authority. “The girl with strange powers. Rumors are spreading like wildfire about her presence in our territory.”Valtor halted, the weight of the inquiry settling on his shoulders. “Who told you about her?” His voice was low but laced with an intensity that could not be ignored. A younger council member shifted uncomfortably. “Word travels fast among our kind, Alpha. And it travels even faster among humans. They’ve begun to speculate about a girl with unusual abilities, and they suspect she’s connected to you.”“Do you have any ide
Valtor stepped into the dimly lit room, his presence commanding yet cautious. Gaia was sitting up on the bed, her eyes wide with confusion and a touch of fear. Damon lingered by the door, silently observing their interaction, while occasionally glancing at Valtor’s still-throbbing wound.Gaia lay on the simple bed, her eyes half-closed, but the moment Valtor entered, she stirred. The air around her seemed to hum with a faint energy, causing Valtor to pause for a moment, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.Gaia’s gaze locked onto Valtor as he approached, her voice hoarse but firm. “What do you want from me?” she demanded, her fists clenching around the bed sheets.Valtor raised his hands i, chuckling softly. “Whoa... stay calm,” he replied, his tone steady and measured. “I don’t mean any harm. You’re safe here.”“Safe?” Gaia scoffed, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You dragged me into your world, into your battles, and now you expect me to believe I’m safe? After
New York city.The air outside Ironhaven Asylum was thick with the smell of rain and wet dirt. Red and blue lights from police cars lit up the dark sky, making the old, broken building look even scarier. Journalists and cameramen crowded behind the yellow tape, shouting questions as they pushed to get closer.A black car stopped quietly, ignored in the chaos. Out stepped Detective Evelyn Monroe, her long coat blowing in the cold wind. She fixed her hat and looked around with sharp hazel eyes that missed nothing. Evelyn was known for never giving up, no matter how strange the case.A junior officer hurried to greet her, looking flustered. “Detective Monroe, thank you for coming on such short notice. The situation is... strange.”Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint, amused smile. “Strange, Officer? I've seen enough in my line of work to question that word. What am I walking into?” The officer glanced nervously at the asylum, now a crime scene. “We received multiple
Dreadfall Citadel.“You’ve arrived… faster than I expected,” the man said, his deep voice eerily calm.The air was heavy, dense with mist that clung to Gaia’s skin. She glanced around, disoriented. The last thing she remembered was the void consuming her. Now, she stood in a strange land—twisted, lifeless trees stretched upward like skeletal fingers, and the ground beneath her feet pulsed faintly, as if it were alive.“Where am I?” she muttered, her voice trembling as her breath filled the air.“Lost, are we?” A low chuckle echoed behind her, sending a shiver down her spine. She spun around, her heart hammering in her chest. Emerging from the swirling mist was a figure cloaked in black, his glowing amber eyes locking onto hers.Gaia took a cautious step back, her fists clenched. “You again? What do you want from me?”The man tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “I am Caelum,” he said, his tone almost mocking, “a watcher, a guide, perhaps even a foe. That depend
"Wait! Please don't hurt me."Gaia’s voice rang out. She wasn’t sure why she said it. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to stop—Lucian from draining her or from something even worse.Lucian turned to her slowly, amusement flickering across his face. “Wait?” He chuckled, taking a step closer. “How pathetic.”Gaia swallowed hard, her pulse racing. She couldn’t move. Not because she was restrained, but because of the power emitting from him. It was suffocating.Lucian knelt in front of her, lifting her chin with a single cold finger. His touch sent ice down her spine. “Beg me,” he whispered, his red eyes gleaming with hostility. Before Gaia could react, a voice cut through the air, sharp and deadly.“Touch her again, and I’ll rip your spine out.”Lucian sighed dramatically. “And here comes the wolf.”Gaia was shoved to the floor as Lucian turned his full attention to Valtor.Valtor stood tall, his gaze locked onto Lucian with an expression colder than death itself. But something was
Selene’s hands tightened around her phone as she read her father's message again. “Gaia is about to meet her downfall right there at the party. And Valtor will not be able to protect her this time. Be careful.”What the fuck? Why didn't he tell her on time? She clenched her fists, breathing heavily. If something happened to Gaia, Valtor would lose it. He had already been overly protective, but if she was harmed, it wouldn’t just be a bloodbath—it would be war.Selene hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen. Should she warn him?No. If she told Valtor, he’d demand answers, and if he found out her father was involved… she couldn’t afford that risk.A deep breath. A forced calm. She slipped her phone into her purse and stepped out of the restroom.★ ★ ★Valtor was occupied, surrounded by high-ranking officials and influential figures, exchanging formal pleasantries.Though his face held a polite expression, his eyes constantly searched the room.Gaia stood a few feet away, feeling o
The ride to the party was tense. The air inside the carriage was thick with unspoken words, and the silence only made it worse.Gaia kept her hands folded in her lap, staring at the passing scenery through the small window. Selene, sitting beside her, wasn’t nearly as composed.She let out a sharp exhale. “This is ridiculous.”Valtor, sitting across from them, didn’t look up from where he rested his chin against his fist. “Then stop talking about it.”Selene scoffed. “So that’s it? You’re just going to ignore the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be invited?”Valtor didn’t react.Selene’s nails dug into her palm. “You told me this was a political gathering—a private event. You do realize she doesn’t belong here?”Gaia felt her jaw tighten, but she said nothing.Valtor’s eyes flicked toward Selene, his voice calm but firm. “Gaia is my guest. That’s all you need to know.”Selene let out a bitter laugh. “Right. Your guest. Just like she was your guest last night? The same night you called
Gaia stirred awake, her body sinking into the soft sheets, the warmth around her strangely familiar yet… absent. She blinked against the dim morning light, turning her head toward the empty space beside her. Valtor was gone.Her fingers instinctively brushed over where he had been, the sheets still slightly warm. The memory of last night rushed back—the intruder, the panic, Valtor holding her. She shivered.Did he cuddle her all through the night? She groaned, covering her face with her hands. Was she embarrassed? Maybe. Or maybe it was something else—something she didn’t want to admit.A sharp knock pulled her from her thoughts."Good morning, sleepyhead!"Gaia barely had time to react before Lyra burst in, balancing a tray of food in one hand and a folded dress in the other. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she shut the door behind her."You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Lyra teased, setting the tray down beside Gaia. "Or had a very eventful night."Gaia rolled her eyes. "It wa
The door to Gaia’s room slammed open, and Valtor stepped in, his gaze immediately scanning the room. Behind him, a doctor followed, his medical kit clinking softly as he entered. Gaia sat up in bed, her fingers still tracing the scratch on her neck from the intruder’s violent grab. Her blood had dried, but the sting of it—of the situation—still felt fresh.“Gaia.” Valtor’s voice was soft, but his eyes were hard, as if fighting off something dark. He turned to the doctor, his tone authoritative. “Check her over. Now.”The doctor quickly set to work, though his eyes flicked nervously between Valtor and Gaia. “Of course, Alpha,” he said. His fingers gently pressed at Gaia’s neck, making her wince slightly at the tenderness. She could feel his nervous energy, like he was being watched by something bigger than just the Alpha.The moment was interrupted when Selene entered the room, her presence a heavy cloud hanging over them. She walked in without a word, eyes locked on Gaia with an inte
Gaia lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She turned onto her side, hugging her pillow as her mind replayed what had happened earlier with Valtor.The way he had stood so close, how the air between them had felt too heavy, how his lips had almost—She groaned, pressing her face into the pillow. Why am I even thinking about this?It wasn’t like she wanted him. He was someone else’s mate. Selene’s mate. The same Selene who had appeared just in time to remind them both of that.Gaia exhaled sharply and turned onto her back again.But still… the way he had looked at her. The way her body had reacted—“No,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head. “I’m not doing this.”She needed sleep. Desperately.Maybe in the morning, she would stop feeling this ridiculous pull toward a man who wasn’t hers.Eventually, exhaustion crept in, and her thoughts blurred into dreams.---She didn’t know what woke her.The air in the room felt… off.Gaia’s eyes fluttered open, her body still sluggish from
The air in the room was thick with tension, the lingering heat of their earlier passion replaced by something colder, sharper. Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed, a towel wrapped tightly around her chest, her damp hair clinging to her skin. She was still trying to process everything—the asylum burning to the ground, the case that had consumed her life now reduced to ashes. And John.John, who stood a few feet away, his shirt unbuttoned, the marks she’d left on his skin barely faded, but already he felt like a stranger."You knew how much this case meant to me, John," she said, her voice brittle. "And yet, here we are. The asylum is gone. Burnt to the ground. And you expect me to believe you had nothing to do with it?"John let out a short, humorless laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Jesus, Evelyn. You really think I had something to do with that?""You tell me," she shot back. "Because it’s awfully convenient, don’t you think? The moment I get close to the truth, it all goes up in
He guided her to the edge of the bed, positioning her on all fours, her ass presented for his taking. Evelyn's breath quickened as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance."Please, sir," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the oral worship she'd just bestowed upon him.With one swift thrust, John impaled her, filling her completely. Evelyn gasped, her body adjusting to his size. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move, each stroke eliciting a moan from her."You like it rough, don't you, Detective?" he grunted, his voice strained with effort."Yes, sir," she managed, her words punctuated by his relentless pounding.John's dominance was absolute as he drove into her, his pace increasing with each thrust. Evelyn's hands clenched the bedsheets, her knuckles white as she struggled to maintain her composure. The sensation of being so thoroughly taken was overwhelming, and she wanted more."Harder, sir," she begged, her voice breaking
Valtor’s steps faltered as he turned, the sound of his name piercing the air."Valtor!"He stiffened, the familiar voice cutting through the tension in the room. His gaze shifted to Gaia, whose face had gone red, eyes wide with the unmistakable flush of embarrassment. She looked as if she wished the floor would swallow her whole.Without another word, Valtor stepped back, his hand instinctively pulling away from the wall where it had been pressing just moments ago.Gaia’s gaze followed him, her chest rising and falling quickly, a mix of frustration and discomfort flashing in her eyes. She didn’t say anything—no defiance, no words of protest—only a deep breath as she turned away, wrapping herself in silence.As she walked away, a sharp ache settled in her chest, leaving her to wonder why she felt that way about Valtor.★ ★ ★John stood tall and imposing, his broad shoulders filling the doorway of the dimly lit hotel room. The air was thick with anticipation as he locked eyes with Evely