Never had Victoria Parson believed she would be driven to seek the arms of a rogue by betrayal. When her mate turns his back on her, for her sister, she runs — right into the path of Kenzo, a lone wolf with nothing to give except his strength and his name. Desperate and reckless, she proposes that he be her mate, sealing a fated they both never expected. But Kenzo is not just any renegade. However, under his hardened exterior is a wolf who once belonged to something bigger than him — something dangerous. And when Victoria’s history collides with his buried secrets, she discovers mating him wasn’t an error… it was destiny. Now she must rise from the weak omega everyone laughed at to the Luna of a rogue king, caught between a war of power, betrayal, and blood. What woman can tame the beast she has chosen? Or will he consume her whole?
View MoreAll That Was LostThe silence hung between them, heavy with things said and unsaid, and for the first time since Victoria had fallen into his life, Kenzo could feel the burden of his past bearing down on his shoulders. Outside, the night was calm, but inside the small apartment, nerves were running high. Victoria perched on the bed, the fabric of his old shirt in her hands, her eyes fastened to him as if she were attempting to crack a code no one but herself could decipher.“If you keep looking at me like that,” Kenzo said, running a hand down his face as he pushed his back against the wall. “Like you think I’m just gonna spill my guts.”Victoria raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to one side as she stared at him. “Maybe because I do,” she said, her voice low but steady. “Kenzo, you carry something heavy. Something that prevents you from opening up to anybody. I want to know what it is."A bitter laugh escaped his lips. “And why should I tell you if I don’t want to? What if it is bet
The Weight of a ChoiceKenzo sat on the edge of the bed, head in hands, breath uneven, as Victoria stirred, her warmth enveloping him in the comfort he'd denied himself for too long. But comfort was a deadly thing.” It made a man weak. It caused him to forget that the world outside this room would not stand still for the fire raging between them. And that fire — it was raging, devouring, drawing them toward a future neither of them completely knew.Victoria moved, resting on one elbow as her green eyes examined him, cutting and flared with something dangerously close to concern. “Kenzo, what’s wrong?” Her voice was hoarse with sleep, but it carried a gravitas that told him she already knew.He blew out, rubbing his palms, feeling the callouses, the roughness of a man too many decades swinging. “What do you do when you wake up to realize that you’re at a crossroads? But no matter how you turn, you’re walking into storm?”Her fingers made slow and soft circles on his back, as if she wer
Victoria lay in the gray light of Kenzo’s small apartment, dazed with the scent of him, which had clung to her, like a second skin. She still felt the way his arms had wrapped around her, the way his breath had hitched as if he were holding back something deep and primal. It wasn’t merely desire; it was something primal, something on fire. And he was fighting himself, fighting the wolf within, and she didn’t know how much longer he could restrain it.Kenzo sat at the window, moonbeams slanting across his face. His jaw tightened, eyes flashing gold in the dark. He hadn’t said a lot since they had lain down, but Victoria could feel the weight of his thoughts against the quiet. She rolled over onto her side and looked at him. “You can’t sleep much, can you?”Kenzo let out a short laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Not when my head won’t stop talking.”Victoria looked him over, the way his muscles tightened even in stillness. “You’re thinking about something. Or someone.”Kenzo didn’
The stillness in the darkened room hung over them, loaded with thoughts that neither of them would articulate, the kind that scratched at the base of the brain but would never break the surface. Kenzo lay awake, his arms stretched wide around Victoria’s sleeping body, his breathing steady, his mind far from it. His wolf, starved and erratic, prowled inside of him, demanding, pushing, aching for more. The night had been long, longer than he’d ever thought it would be, but somehow, despite everything — despite the recklessness, despite how insane their union was — he couldn’t feel regret about a single moment of it.His hand brushed against her shoulder, her skin warm and soft beneath his calloused fingers, the shallow rise and fall of his broad chest keeping in time with her light breath as she dozed next to him. And how easily had she surrendered to sleep, as if there had been no doubt, no hesitation, as if she belonged there, in his arms, unquestioningly. And perhaps that was wha
Kenzo didn't fall asleep. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his body tight, his brain keeps wandering some ways he doesn't want to think about. Over to the other side of the room, curled up in a ball, Victoria breathed steadily. But he knew she never slept now. He could sense it in the way she held herself and the fists she made of her hands as she lay there motionless. He wanted to reach out to her, shake her, demand that she tell him how she could still sit there pretending everything was all right when it wasn't. Nothing was now.Finally he couldn't bear it any longer. "How much more are you going to pretend?"His voice was rough, edged like a blade. What did he care?Victoria rolled over, but didn't look at him. "Pretend about?"Kenzo let out a bitter laugh. "That everything's going to be fine. And to a monster you mean you didn't just turn. All that he wanted-look at you handing himself and everything over, clinking it on a silver platter."She let out her breath in a slow, even str
The Border Between Love and WarKenzo didn’t return to the apartment right away. He couldn’t. The blood in his veins was buzzing with rage, his wolf pacing, but there was no stimulus to let all that rage out. He walked the shadowy streets, past the dank alleys----you could smell the damp, crumbling concrete--, and the sputtering neon signs barely illuminating the way. Every muscle in his body was wound tight, his hands itching to hit something, anything, but there was nothing he could hit.Since that battle had been lost the instant Victoria cut that deal.You turn the corner, you go into an old bar —smelling like cigarettes and sweat and fucking regret. He squeezed inside, shoulders tight, the warmth of too many bodies crowding around him, the low hum of conversation by the floor shaking the air. A few gazes lifted to him, realizing who he was, still no one approached. Good. He wasn’t very sociable at this time.Kenzo marched straight to the counter and banged a hand down. “Whiskey. N
The Price of TreacheryTHE RIDE BACK WAS CHOKING. No one spoke. No one could. The shadow of Victoria’s deal with Damon loomed like a boulder in the back seat, crowding the space between them so that every breath felt like a struggle. Kenzo’s knuckles were white from gripping the wheel, his jaw set tight and hard, a wolf snarl sitting just under his skin. Caleb, the one most likely to fill silence with offhand comments, gazed out the window with his reading smirk absent, his fingers drumming an uneasy tattoo against his thigh. And Victoria — Victoria could feel the weight of her choice settling into her bones like a slow, creeping poison.She had struck a deal with the most dangerous man in the city.She had offered herself.And now she had to live with it.At last Kenzo spoke, his voice precise and low, slicing through the quiet like a knife. “What the hell was that?”Victoria raised her chin, determined not to flinch. “A negotiation.”Kenzo laughed, but not in a way that was funny, o
Bargaining with the DevilThe drive to the Blackfangs’ territory was silent, thick with tension and the unspoken weight of what they were about to do. Victoria sat in the backseat, her arms crossed tightly, her mind warring with itself. She didn’t trust them. She didn’t want to trust them. But if there was one thing she had learned in the past few days, it was that survival required impossible choices.Kenzo drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting against the gear shift, his gaze steady on the road ahead. Every so often, his eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror, watching her, sensing her unease, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He already knew this meeting was the last thing she wanted.Caleb, on the other hand, was completely at ease, lounging in the passenger seat like they weren’t about to walk into the lion’s den. “You’re too quiet, Vic. You should be excited. We’re about to make history.”Victoria shot him a glare. “If by ‘history’ you mean getting ou
THE POINT OF NO RETURNVictoria sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the dim light coming through the cracked blinds, fingers clenched around the thin blanket draped across her lap. The sleep had never arrived, not really, not when her mind wouldn’t quiet, not when the weight of what was coming settled onto her chest with the steadiness of an iron weight. She had always known her family’s world was built on corruption, on power plays and alliances that cared little for love, but the betrayal, the sheer depth of it, still stung more than she cared to confess. Her mate—ex-mate—and her own sister. It was no longer just about the humiliation. It was about the reality that they expected her to do that. To bow. To submit.But she was no longer that girl.A low sound rolled around the room, and she glanced at the couch where Kenzo sat, arms crossed, head craned back, eyes closed, though he was not asleep. He hadn’t slept either. She could sense it by the tautness of his shoulders, the strai
Chapter 1 — The Mark of the AlphaIn the Shadowfang Forest, the howling wind brought the scent of blood and burning wood. Ivan’s world whirled as the carriage careened, rolling over and over before, finally, it settled in a crunch of splintered wood and mangled metal. So get ready to enter into the Passel woods, and join Grann with this next part.A groan.Despite the gash on his forehead, Duke Henry IV pushed himself up. His vision became blurry, but he willed himself to keep going. His son. He had to get to his son.“Oh, God…” he rasped, shaking the boy’s shoulders.Ivan woke, his once-immaculate suit torn and drenched in blood—his mother’s blood. He looked up, eyes full of fear. “Papa… you're hurt.” His voice trembled. “And Mama… she ain’t waking up.”The Duke felt his heart drop at the sight of his mate's dead body and his jaw tightened There was no time to grieve. He tore the silver medallion from his neck — the crest of House Etrama, the legacy of their bloodline — and shoved it...
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