By day, Alexis Sullivan plays the perfect wife. By night, she hunts werewolves. But when a mission goes wrong, she’s saved by a powerful, golden-eyed beast—Donte Salvador. He should’ve killed her. Instead, he whispered his name and left her aching for more. The next day, she walks into a business interview only to meet Gabriel Salvador, a dangerously gorgeous CEO with the same last name. His smirk is sinful, his touch lingers, and when he looks at her? It’s like he knows exactly what she tastes like. As bodies drop and secrets burn, Alexis is caught in a deadly game of obsession, betrayal… and the one man she should never crave. He’s her prey. She’s his temptation. But who’s really hunting who? ............ He watches me amused, like he’s enjoying my struggle to resist him. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, he murmurs— "You can keep pretending you don’t want this… or you can let me ruin you properly."
View MoreBlinding, white-hot pain tore through my stomach as Alexander’s boot slammed into me, sending me flying like a rag doll.I hit the stone wall so hard it cracked, breath exploding from my lungs as my body crumpled to the ground. My vision blurred, a buzzing in my ears as darkness tried to pull me under.I could barely lift my head. What did he mean " you used his batch?"Gabriel froze. Staring at me. Blood dripping from his lip. Hands shaking.And then...Something inside him snapped.It started in his chest, his ribs expanding, cracking open with sickening pops as his spine arched, vertebrae stretching. His skin split in thin glowing lines that pulsed like molten silver before his fur burst through.His scream was not human.It echoed across the battlefield like a demon being born.Muscle stacked over bone, growing, shifting. His arms elongated, claws ripping through his fingertips like blades of midnight steel. His jaw cracked open wider than it should’ve, teeth lengthening into perf
Victoria didn’t hesitate.The moment Alexander stepped into view, she turned sharply, surveying the field of hunters with eyes like sharpened blades."Everyone into squads of five!" she shouted. "Pick a target and drop it fast! These aren’t grunts, they’re enhanced generals. You stay solo, you die."Her voice was thunder, and the hunters obeyed without question, moving quickly across the rubble and forming tight clusters.She spun toward Sarah and me."Hold back until it’s chaos. Then pick them off from the sides."Sarah cocked her rifle and gave a single nod.I gripped my blades tighter, adrenaline buzzing under my skin.All around us, hunters were pulling out syringes, small black vials filled with silver-threaded liquid.They jabbed them into their necks or arms, eyes flickering brighter as the enhancements kicked in, muscles twitching, breaths deepening, stances sharpening.A hunter beside me punched straight through a chunk of concrete just to test his strength.Another moved so
For one breath of time, everything slowed. The courtyard buzzed with movement, hunters sharpening blades, checking weapons, bandaging wounds. Smoke curled into the sky like war-torn ribbons. The moon hung higher now, fat and full and watching.Gabriel stood beside me, quiet. Still. His eyes never stopped moving but mine were only on him.We hadn't spoken since the battle ended, his arm brushed against mine as we stepped out of the main hallway together, into a quieter stretch of stone behind the command tower.I exhaled slowly, the chill biting at my bloodstained skin.Gabriel looked at me then really looked like he was memorizing me."You scared me back there," I said softly. "You didn't even flinch when he came at you."He smiled faintly. "He was never going to touch you." I stepped closer before I even realized it, my hand brushing against his chest."You've been holding something back," I said. "You keep saying 'later.' You said you'd explain. I don't even know what you are."Gab
The hall felt too small for the fight unfolding in front of me. Victoria and the General clashed like gods, fists meeting flesh, bone cracking under pressure, snarls and grunts echoing off the stone walls. I'd seen plenty of battles, I'd fought in them But this? this was something else.The General struck first, swinging a heavy punch that could have shattered a skull.Victoria ducked, slid beneath him like a dancer, and came up hard, her metal arm slamming into his ribs with a sickening crunch.He howled and staggered back, spitting blood. "Come on, puppy," she growled, circling him. The General roared and charged.They collided again, brutal and fast with no hesitation, no wasted movement.Victoria fought like she'd been born in war, all instinct, experience, and rage barely leashed.I stepped in, blades ready, heart pounding.I had to help.I darted behind the General, aiming for a clean shot to the back of his knee.But just before I struck, Victoria was already there grabbing the
We fought our way to the Silver Order headquarters, blood spraying across the cracked stone. I moved like I was born for this.Every dagger strike was precise. Every throw of a silver blade found its mark.The training I'd done with Gabriel, the relentless drills, it all paid off.I ducked under a swinging claw, driving my dagger deep into the werewolf's gut and twisting.It howled, collapsing in a heap at my feet.I barely spared it a glance, another came at me, taller, faster but I was faster still.I spun low, slicing its hamstring, then buried my second dagger under its ribs. It fell with a wet grunt.Breathing hard, I whirled around, expecting to see Gabriel fighting at my side but he wasn't fighting. He wasn't even touching the wolves.They circled him, growling, snapping, but none of them laid a claw on him and he didn't lay a finger on them. They hesitated when they got close.Gabriel walked through the battlefield like a ghost, untouched, unharmed.I tightened my grip on my k
I didn't know how long we lay there, wrapped up in each other. Gabriel's body was warm and solid against mine, his hand tracing slow, lazy patterns over my back. The weight of him, the smell of him, cedar and skin and sex, it grounded me in a way I hadn't realized I needed.I tucked my face against his chest, breathing him in. For a while, neither of us spoke.There was no need.But the words eventually clawed their way up my throat, demanding to be said. "James and I... it's over," I whispered into the silence.Gabriel's hand stilled on my back. "What happened?"I pulled back just enough to see his face. His expression was calm, open.He wasn't pushing me.He was listening."I caught him," I said, voice low and raw. "Today. With another woman. In our bed."Gabriel's jaw tightened, a flash of anger darkening his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He just waited."I confronted him," I went on, picking at the edge of the blanket. "But he, he twisted it around. Said he knew I was sneaking
I drove without thinking, hands tight on the steering wheel, the city blurring past my windows. James's words still echoed in my head. I had never felt so hollow, so stripped bare.The only person I wanted to talk to, the only one who might understand, was Gabriel. My fingers trembled as I fumbled for my phone at a red light. I hit his number without even thinking, he picked up after one ring."Alexis?" His voice was rough, alert, like he could hear the panic bleeding through my silence."I..." I swallowed. "I want to talk to you about something, lets meet up,"There was a pause. Then, warm and certain, "We are not due for another training session for now but yeah. I just got home. Texting you the address now."A second later, my phone buzzed. I stared at the screen, a flood of emotions crashing through me.Guilt. Fear. Longing.I needed to be somewhere that didn't make me feel like I was breaking apart. I turned sharply at the next intersection, following the directions he sent. Gabr
I didn't stop sneaking out. If anything, I stopped feeling guilty about it.I told myself as long as I didn't cross the line, as long as I didn't do anything with Gabriel I would regret even though I know I wanted to it was fine. I could still be Alexis Sullivan, I could still be James's wife. And still have this.I slipped into the night like it was a second skin, my boots silent against the cracked sidewalks. Gabriel always found me first, smirking like he knew every thought in my head."Ready to get your ass kicked?" he teased one night, tossing me a training dagger. I caught it easily, spinning it in my fingers."In your dreams," I shot back.There were moments, when he pinned me against the wall or caught me by the waist to stop a blow, and we would just stay there, breathing hard. But I never crossed that line. Neither did he. I respected him for that but it also made me want him more.Over the two months, full moon came and went. We had been ready. Silver rounds. Silver blades
The next two months blurred together in a strange rhythm of normalcy and chaos.By day, I lived my life as Alexis Sullivan, the responsible wife, the efficient office worker, the hunter pretending everything was fine. I smiled, laughed, kissed James goodbye in the mornings, and clocked in at the Vidor headquarters like nothing was wrong.Working has Gabriel's personal assistant, glancing at each other during working, having lunch together and talking about hunters and werewolves in secret.By night, I slipped away.Out the window, down the fire escape, careful not to wake James.I would meet Gabriel under the broken streetlight on Eighth and Willow, sometimes he was already there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his smile soft and secret just for me.We trained hard. Gabriel didn't let me slack, didn't let me get away with half-effort. He pushed me, challenged me, tested every boundary I had.And yet, it never felt harsh.It felt freeing. Because with Gabriel, I didn't have to
The soft hum of my husband's breathing filled the dimly lit bedroom, his arm draped over my waist as if he could hold me there forever. I laid still beneath the covers, my body warmed by his presence, but my mind was elsewhere already planning my escape.I turned my head slightly, my gaze settling on James. His dark hair was tousled against the pillow, strong jaw relaxed in sleep. Even in unconsciousness, he was handsome, perfect, really. A good man, a loyal husband. But If only he knew the truth.If only he knew that the woman he kissed goodnight, the woman he trusted with his heart, was secretly a werewolf hunter.Every full moon, I slipped out of bed, put on my gear, and went to war. I had killed more werewolves than I could count. But James could never know. He believed in peace, in justice within the confines of the law. If he knew what I truly was, what I did when he slept soundly beside me, he wouldn't just be heartbroken. He would never forgive me.I pressed a soft kiss to his...
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