He actually has a point. We need to make sure she can protect herself. Especially now. There's not a chance in hell we'd ever leave her unprotected, but if anything happens to us, she needs to have a fighting chance to end that bastard's life. "I'll take care of it," I promise. Gray studies me
Alyssa A dull pressure blooms low in my abdomen, dragging me from my already restless sleep. With a groan, I shift, wincing as I pull myself upright. For what feels like the fiftieth time tonight, I have to fucking pee. The familiar creak of the bed draws my attention—It's not from me but from
He pulls a book from the nearby stack on the table, its cover catching the light from the lamp. I recognize it: a hard copy of my favorite dark romance. "I didn't know you read smut," I tease, giggling. "I don't," he admits. "But a while ago, back at the clubhouse, I saw you reading it on your
Alyssa By the time King and Niko get up a few hours later, Zuri's wide awake, already drinking her morning bottle, and I'm pouring my second cup of coffee. The rich smell curls in the air, but it does nothing to ease the steady ache in my chest. Niko steps into the kitchen, shirtless and groggy,
Nikolai As soon as Alyssa and Mace disappear into King's office, I exchange a look with King, lowering my voice so Zuri doesn't hear. "When the fuck did we start having sidebars?" King doesn't answer, but by the way his jaw is set, he doesn't like it either. Alyssa's been distant since we got
Her eyes flash with irritation, but the tension in her body eases just a little bit. I can't help but smile. "Yeah, no duh," she mutters, rolling her eyes at me. There's our girl. "Then what is it?" I ask, pushing past the humor. "Or does King need to spank it out of you? You're making both of
Alyssa As soon as Zuri is down for her nap, King wastes no time. I'm ushered into his bedroom, where Niko and Mason are already waiting, their arms crossed over their broad chests as they lean casually against the wall. King strides in after me, shutting the door with a profound click. His domi
Holy shit. Is he doing what I think he's doing? I glance at King, my focus snapping to him as Buster starts working on his chest. His eyes remain locked on mine, the unrelenting intensity making my skin heat and my thighs clench together. The air between us crackles with electricity, the sound of
My ring.Three stones—one to represent each of us.Every time I see it sitting proudly on her hand, it hits me like a shot of adrenaline to the chest. This beautiful, perfect woman is going to be my wife.Finally.Her voice cracks near the end, but she doesn't stop—she keeps going like the song mean
King"That wasn't so bad, was it, kitten?" I murmur, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head as we watch the shitty-ass van rattle down the driveway and disappear into the trees. Mason insisted on going with Niko again to drop off his parents—my official in-laws now. I smirk. Every time Carol so
Carol doesn't even blink. "Why? We're all adults here, dear. I'm sure Alyssa's heard of cuckolding."Oh. Oh my god.Everything clicks.Carol wanted King to be their bull.She wanted to fuck him—while Martin watched.And honestly, based on Martin's calm, collected demeanor... he was probably ready t
I was wondering what cover story they'd use.That sounds believable. Honestly, it's better than something I could've come up with. The woman goes straight for King, pulling him into a hug."King, dear," she beams, her voice just a little too sweet. "How are you doing?""Not bad, Carol." He reaches
Alyssa"Are you sure I shouldn't be cooking dinner?" I ask, curled between King's legs on the couch, my back resting against his chest. His arms wrap securely around me, our fingers laced together. His warmth anchors me—steadies the part of me that keeps waiting for everything to fall apart.Today,
And I'll make sure he never gets close enough to hurt her again. Even if it means I never see her again. Even if it kills me inside. I'll just keep myself busy. The Iron Serpents belongs to me now. This place is my home to rebuild. The drugs stay. I don't give a shit what anyone snorts, smoke
War "You can't keep me in here!" Logan's voice ricochets through the bars of the cage he built for me—now the same one I've slammed shut on his pathetic ass. "Oh, I can, motherfucker," I growl. "You're the reason we can't have her." I kissed her twice tonight—the first time, not because I deser
I never thought they'd actually propose—or actually want to be married.Especially King.But he did say one day he wanted me to have his ring and property patch. I guess that day is today.I try to keep it together—really fucking try—but the grin's already pulling at my mouth."Don't you think this
AlyssaThe house we pull up to hours later actually looks... normal.Not some abandoned, half-collapsed shithole like I'd pictured. No broken windows. No graffiti. No front door hanging off the hinges. Just a small, weathered house tucked in the woods, its cracked driveway swallowed by weeds, a wra