Mia’s breath hitched as Zander’s grip on her wrist tightened. The look in his golden eyes was more than just anger, it was possessiveness, something raw and dangerous simmering beneath his sharp gaze. His jaw clenched, his fingers digging into her skin, keeping her pinned between him and the wall. The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural, intoxicating musk surrounded her, overwhelming her senses.His breath was warm against her face as he leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying a dangerous edge. “Tell me why the hell Aiden had your lipstick on him.”Mia’s eyes widened. So that’s what had triggered him. She had only been teasing Aiden earlier, playfully pressing a kiss to his cheek when he made her laugh, thinking nothing of it. But she hadn’t expected Zander to react like this. His fingers flexed against her skin, his possessive hold making her pulse race.She swallowed hard, lifting her chin despite the way his presence dominated her. “That’s none of your busi
The room was unbearably tense. The echoes of the fight with Caleb had settled, but the weight of everything that had happened still hung over them. The blood had been cleaned, yet Mia could still see in her mind Zander’s rage, the brutal end to Caleb’s life, and the way he had looked at her.Possession.She had seen it in his eyes, felt it in the way his grip had tightened around her wrist. And yet, instead of running, instead of screaming at him, she stood there frozen, lost in a whirlwind of emotions she didn’t want to understand.She should be terrified of them.But she wasn’t.Mia sat stiffly on the couch, her body exhausted, her mind racing. She could feel their eyes on her watching, waiting. The room was quiet, but it was the kind of silence that felt too heavy, too full of unspoken words.Zander stood nearby, arms crossed, his golden eyes locked on her. Matthew was pacing, his frustration clear in every movement. Liam and Aiden, however, were different. While Zander and Matthew
Emma sat on the edge of her bed, gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her mind was spinning, her chest feeling heavier with every breath she took.Caleb was dead.She had overheard the guards whispering about it outside her room. The news had hit her like a punch in the stomach. He had been alive yesterday, angry and desperate to escape, and now… just gone.Her hands trembled as she clutched the pillow in her lap.Her heart pounded.Her thoughts screamed at her, telling her something wasn’t right.Ryker.It had to be Ryker.Caleb had warned her. He had told her that Ryker was dangerous, that he had blood on his hands. And now, just like that, Caleb was dead? The timing was too perfect, too calculated.Emma's throat tightened as she recalled Caleb’s words."He killed Claire. And you think he won’t do the same to me? Or to you?"Her breath hitched. Has Ryker really killed Claire?She had never questioned it before. No one spoke about Claire’s death much, only t
The car was silent except for Emma’s uneven breathing. Ryker had carried her inside, shutting the door and pulling the curtains closed, blocking out the outside world.She sat stiffly on the leather seat, her heart hammering in her chest. She had never been alone with him like this before, not in such an enclosed space, not with the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.Ryker leaned against the door, watching her closely. His dark eyes flickered with something she couldn’t quite understand, something intense that made her stomach twist.Emma didn’t care about anything else right now. Not her doubts, not her fears. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t bear to see Ryker like this broken, lost, hurting.She swallowed hard. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”His brows pulled together slightly. “Like what?”“Weak.” The word came out in a whisper, and she immediately regretted it.Ryker let out a rough chuckle, but there was no humor in it. “Weak? Do I look weak to you, Lit
The moment Emma stepped into the university hall, an unsettling feeling settled in her chest. The place was decorated with roses, candles, and a massive banner with her name on it. Students gathered around, whispering excitedly, their eyes darting between her and the person standing at the center of the arrangement.Jordan.Dressed in a neatly pressed suit, he stood confidently, holding a small velvet box. His smile was bright, his eyes hopeful, as if he was sure of the answer before even asking the question.Emma’s stomach twisted. She didn’t need to hear the words. She already knew what was about to happen.Panic crept into her mind, her hands growing cold. She wasn’t expecting this. She wasn’t prepared.Jordan took a step closer, speaking loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “Emma, I know this might be sudden, but I wanted to do something special for you.” His voice was steady, filled with confidence. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and today, I want to ask you something impor
The next morning, the campus was buzzing with tension. It wasn’t just any day, it was exam day. Students rushed through the hallways, flipping through notes, muttering formulas under their breath, and trying to cram in last-minute revisions. The air was thick with anxiety, but for Emma, it wasn’t just the exam that made her stomach churn.It was Ryker.She hadn't seen him since last night. The intensity of their last interaction still lingered in her mind, the heat of his words, the way his possessive gaze had locked onto hers. He had kissed her, claimed her, and now she was supposed to act like nothing had happened?Shaking off the thoughts, she focused on the piece of paper clenched in her hands, her math revision notes. Out of all the exams, today was the one she dreaded the most. Math had never been her strong suit, and despite studying for weeks, she still felt unprepared.Taking a deep breath, she walked toward the examination hall. But before she could enter, she heard whispers
David paced back and forth in his office, his jaw clenched as he processed Ryker’s words. The tension in the air was thick, crackling like a brewing storm.“You’re kidding, right?” David finally scoffed, crossing his arms. His eyes, identical to Emma’s, burned with disbelief. “You’re telling me that you’re going to marry my sister just like that? No discussion, no warning, just boom, Ryker decides, and we all have to fall in line?”Ryker leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered by David’s anger. A slow smirk played on his lips as he folded his hands over his chest. “That’s right.” His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable finality to it.David let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You’ve lost your damn mind.”Ryker’s smirk disappeared in an instant, his eyes darkening. “Watch it, David.”“Oh, watch it? No, you watch it, Ryker! You can’t just claim my sister like she’s…”“I can. And I did.” Ryker cut him off, his tone cold, unwavering. “Emma is mine, and she will
(Ryker’s POV)The grand ballroom was bathed in golden light, shimmering chandeliers casting a soft glow over the elegantly dressed guests. The air smelled of roses and expensive champagne, the murmurs of conversation blending with the soft melody of a live orchestra. Everything was set perfectly because tonight, Emma would have no choice but to accept what I’d already decided.She was mine. And now, the world would know.I stood at the entrance of the hall, dressed in a sharp black three-piece suit, the fabric hugging my body just right. The Rolex on my wrist gleamed under the light, but it wasn’t the expensive watch that held my attention, it was her.Emma.She stood near the entrance, her delicate figure wrapped in a flowing midnight-blue gown. The silky material clung to her curves before cascading in soft waves down to the floor. A diamond-studded belt cinched her waist, accentuating her perfect shape. Her long brown hair was styled into loose waves, a few strands falling over he
The wedding ceremony was in full swing, with guests clinking glasses, laughter filling the air, and the scent of fresh flowers mixing with the expensive colognes and perfumes of the elite crowd. But amidst the joyful celebration, a silent storm was brewing.Standing near the entrance of Whitsand Bay Church, four tall men watched the stage with cold, unreadable expressions. Aiden, Liam, Zander, and Matthew Hawthorne Mia’s step brothers, the heirs of the powerful Hawthorne family had arrived as guests, but now, they stood as silent observers, their sharp eyes locked onto the groom.But then, something changed.A sudden shift in the air. A presence so strong, so overwhelming, that it made the hairs on people’s arms stand up. It was the kind of presence that demanded attention without a single word.And then they walked in.Four men, tall and imposing, entered through the grand doors of the church, their synchronized steps echoing against the marble floor. The moment they stepped in, the
The sun shone brightly over Whitesand Bay Church, spreading a golden glow on the grand wedding ceremony. The church was alive with joy, laughter, and celebration. Guests were dressed in their finest clothes, whispering in awe about the grand occasion. Emma Steven, the beloved daughter of the Steven family, had just married Ryker Blackwood, the Alpha King.The air smelled of fresh flowers and expensive perfume, and the grand hall was filled with the sound of music and cheerful conversations. But as the celebration continued inside, something unexpected happened at the entrance of the church.Mia Arrives with Her StepbrothersA sleek black car pulled up outside, and the doors swung open. Mia Minton stepped out first, her long dress flowing behind her as she looked up at the church. Her heart warmed with happiness at the thought of seeing Emma again. It had been too long since she last saw her best friend, and she was eager to congratulate her.However, she wasn’t alone.Behind her, four
The morning sun bathed Whitesand Bay Church in golden light, making the white stone building glow against the bright blue sky. The church bells rang softly, signaling the arrival of guests. Inside, the hall was decorated with white roses, golden ribbons, and flickering candles that cast a warm glow over the wooden pews.Emma stood near the entrance, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched her father’s arm. Her white gown flowed like a river of silk, shimmering with every breath she took. A delicate veil rested over her face, but even through it, her nervous yet excited eyes shone.Her father, Dreke Steven, looked down at her, his face filled with pride. He gently patted her hand. “Are you ready, princess?” His deep voice was calm, but Emma could hear the emotion behind it.Emma nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Yes, Dad.”Standing nearby were her two brothers, Daniel and David, watching her closely. David smiled warmly, while Daniel, her overprotective elder brother rem
The grand hall of the Blood Moon Pack was filled with warmth, laughter, and the sound of joyous howls as the welcome ceremony officially began. Emma stood beside Ryker at the center, her hands clasped together as she took in the sight before her. The pack members had gathered around, their faces glowing with happiness. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The scent of fresh flowers and burning incense filled the air, making the moment feel almost surreal.Jaxon stepped forward, his expression serious yet proud. “Tonight, we welcome our Luna, Emma, into our pack. Though she is human, she carries the heart of a wolf, and she will stand beside our Alpha as our leader.”A chorus of howls filled the room, making Emma’s chest tighten with emotion. She wasn’t used to such grand celebrations, especially not one centered around her. Ryker gently squeezed her hand, silently reassuring her.Jaxon continued, “As tradition, we offer a toast to our Luna.”Servants moved through the crowd, handi
Emma sat beside Ryker in the car, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress as the vehicle moved deeper into his territory. The road was lined with towering trees, their branches forming a natural tunnel that gave the path a mysterious yet peaceful look. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding faster with every passing second.Ryker reached over and gently took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Relax, love,” he murmured, his deep voice soothing. “You have nothing to worry about. They’re going to love you.”Emma forced a smile, but the nerves wouldn’t go away. She wasn’t just meeting his pack, she was stepping into an entirely different world. A world where she was the only human.The car slowed as they neared a tall iron gate. Several guards stood at attention, their sharp eyes scanning the vehicle before they immediately bowed their heads in respect. One of them pressed a button, and the gate creaked open, revealing the vast land of the Blood Moon Pack.Emma’s eyes
The tension in the air was thick as Emma’s father, Dreke Steven, sat in his grand study, his sharp gaze fixed on Ryker. The hunting trip had been grueling, a test of patience, skill, and sheer willpower. But Ryker had proved himself. He didn’t just survive, he dominated. He showed Emma’s brothers that he wasn’t just an Alpha King by title but a man who could stand his ground, protect what was his, and never back down.Now, the final decision rested with her father.Emma stood beside her father’s chair, her hands curled together anxiously. Her brothers, Daniel and David, sat on the other side of the room, their faces unreadable. Ryker, however, was as calm as ever, his piercing eyes locked on Drake's, waiting.After what felt like an eternity, Drake finally leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. “So… You didn’t run away,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.Ryker smirked slightly. “I don’t run from anything.”David chuckled under his breath, while Daniel remained stoic.Dreke
The morning light filtered through the large windows of the Stevens’ estate,The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the air as the family gathered for breakfast. Emma sat next to Ryker, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of her dress. She could feel the weight of her father’s gaze on them, steady and unreadable.Dreke Steven, the powerful and respected head of the family, sat at the head of the table, his sharp eyes assessing Ryker with quiet intensity. Beside him, Daniel, Emma’s eldest brother, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his protective instincts clear. David, the more easygoing of the two, smirked slightly as he stole a glance at Ryker.Emma’s heart pounded in her chest. She had grown up in a home filled with love, never having to fight for approval or acceptance. But today felt different. Today, she needed her family to see Ryker the way she did. Strong. Loyal. The only man who could truly protect her.The clinki
Emma had always been the heart of her family. From the moment she was born, she had been loved, cherished, and protected. Her father, Dreke Steven, made sure that nothing in the world could ever hurt her. She had never known struggle, never faced rejection, never been scolded harshly. She was their little princess, their treasure.Her elder brother, Daniel, had taken it upon himself to guard her like a fortress. He believed Emma was too pure for the world, too naïve to understand its cruelty. Though she was intelligent and capable, she had lived a life free from hardships, where everything had been carefully provided for her. She had never experienced betrayal, heartbreak . And that was exactly how her family wanted to keep it.Her other brother, David, was more observant. He understood Emma better than anyone. Unlike Daniel, who openly shielded her from everything, David had always been the quiet protector, watching over her from the shadows.To them, Emma was not just a daughter or
Fear sits heavy in your chest as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your hands grip the edges of the sink, knuckles turning white. The thought of facing your father and elder brother, Daniel, makes your stomach twist in knots. What if they don’t accept Ryker? What if they try to keep you away from him? You can’t bear the idea of losing him, not now, not after everything.A shaky breath escapes your lips, and before you know it, tears well up in your eyes. You don’t want to cry, but the emotions are too much to hold in. You press a hand to your chest, feeling your heart pounding hard.“What if they say no?” you whisper to yourself.A strong pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you into a firm, familiar warmth. Ryker. His scent fresh and masculine with a hint of something wild fills your senses, grounding you. His chin rests on your shoulder, his lips brushing against your ear.“What’s running in that little head of yours, baby?” His deep, smooth voice sends