“She’s my mate,” Nicholas hissed, gesturing toward my neck where—beneath a thick scarf—my fresh mating mark was still red and pulsing with a strange, tender feeling. “You’ve marked her, yes,” Noah said as calmly as ever. “But Nicholas, you know as well as I do the power of a true fated mate bond.
Kayla Noah stood there silently, watching me with those steady, unflinching eyes of his, waiting for me to say something. Anything. But the weight of his words still lingered in the space between us, and there was no shaking them. Fated mate. The phrase kept looping on repeat in my head, ov
Kayla Emma dragged me over to the center of the room before I could stop her. As she poured me a drink, I risked a glance over my shoulder. Nicholas was seated on the couch, long legs stretched out in front of him and one arm lazily draped across the back cushions. He was talking to one of the m
I hardly dared to think of it that way. There were too many factors, too many bitter feelings swirling around in my chest. But I couldn’t help but think about those brief memories he’d sent through the bond earlier, the silent promise that maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t… Pursing my lips, I quickly
KaylaI was about to marry the man of my dreams, Liam, after six months of anticipation. But he wasn’t here. His absence ruined my wedding.“Luna Kayla has been left at the altar,” I heard people whisper amongst the crowd. “And where is the maid of honor? What a mess…”I forced my back straight and
Kayla“Thanks, but no thanks,” I said sharply, pulling my face away from Nicholas’s hand. Liam had told me that Nicholas was a ruthless, cunning man. If it weren’t for his deceitful schemes, Liam should have been the Alpha. I wasn’t about to kiss a man like that.With that, I stood up from the barst
KaylaNicholas stopped a few paces away, glancing suspiciously between me and his brother.“Hi, Nicholas,” I greeted him first, even though I knew he probably wouldn’t want to talk to me after the way I had just run out on him.But to my surprise, Nicholas raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the c
Nicholas & Kayla Nicholas As I drove, my thoughts drifted back to Kayla. She was easily the hottest woman I had ever met, with beautiful red hair that fell down her back in soft waves, big green eyes, pale skin dotted with freckles, and the sort of slender yet curvy build that was enough to make
I hardly dared to think of it that way. There were too many factors, too many bitter feelings swirling around in my chest. But I couldn’t help but think about those brief memories he’d sent through the bond earlier, the silent promise that maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t… Pursing my lips, I quickly
Kayla Emma dragged me over to the center of the room before I could stop her. As she poured me a drink, I risked a glance over my shoulder. Nicholas was seated on the couch, long legs stretched out in front of him and one arm lazily draped across the back cushions. He was talking to one of the m
Kayla Noah stood there silently, watching me with those steady, unflinching eyes of his, waiting for me to say something. Anything. But the weight of his words still lingered in the space between us, and there was no shaking them. Fated mate. The phrase kept looping on repeat in my head, ov
“She’s my mate,” Nicholas hissed, gesturing toward my neck where—beneath a thick scarf—my fresh mating mark was still red and pulsing with a strange, tender feeling. “You’ve marked her, yes,” Noah said as calmly as ever. “But Nicholas, you know as well as I do the power of a true fated mate bond.
Kayla Noah’s hands were still warm where they had lingered a little too long on my arms, and I hadn’t even registered how close we were standing until I heard the sound of that furious, familiar voice coming from behind me. I barely had time to turn around and realize what was happening before N
Kayla The moment Noah mentioned my father, I nearly dropped the bundle of clothes I was holding. My eyes went wide. “My… My father?” I barely managed to choke out. Instantly, all of the worst-case scenarios went through my head—with my father’s death being at the forefront. I hoped that wasn’t t
“You don’t have to do this,” she said quietly, but she was already sitting up straighter, her eyes lingering on the food longer than she probably meant them to. “I know.” I set the bag down between us, leaning against the cold cell wall as I watched her unwrap the containers. “But I want to.” Gr
Nicholas Last night… The waiter had barely set the plate down before I waved him off, leaning back in my chair as I glanced around the expensive restaurant. It was quiet and dimly lit with candles, the soft hum of conversation mixing with the clinking of silverware. Perfectly normal. Perfectly
“Haven’t abandoned us?” she snapped, cutting me off. Her voice rose, already drawing the attention of the few other customers scattered around the store. “Then where the hell have you been? We’re barely holding on, and you’re here buying scarves and sweaters? Are you using Alpha Nicholas’s money to