Kassian’s POVBlack and red. That’s all I see as my instincts take over, driving me to the one place I know I’ll find her—my mate. My fury boils hotter with every step, the weight of it coiled in my chest like a beast ready to tear its way out.I stomped out of my office earlier in a rage, probably startling half my staff into silence. Let them be confused; I didn’t care. All I could think about was her—the stubborn, infuriating, gorgeous woman who refused to stay out of my head. The one the universe thought fit to pair me with.Lynette.And now, she’s here with him.I can’t stop the growl that rumbles low in my throat. She’s mine, yet she’s parading herself around like she doesn’t know better.But that’s the problem, isn’t it?She doesn’t know.Fenrir, my wolf who’s been unnervingly silent for days, comes roaring to the surface. ‘Don’t even think about blaming her, Kassian!’ His growl pierces through my thoughts, sharp and biting. ‘She’s human! She doesn’t know!’‘Don’t defend her, F
Kassian’s POVI sigh heavily as I trudge into my bedroom, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a stone. The faint hum of the air conditioner buzzes in the background, blending with the muffled ticking of the clock on the wall. The silence between these sounds feels deafening, amplifying the storm raging in my mind. My emotions churn, tangled and relentless, as my mind replays the way Lynette ran from me.At first, it had been almost amusing, her defiance sparking something unfamiliar and infuriatingly addictive within me. But as soon as I drove away from the studio, that fleeting humor dissolved into agitation and doubt.What was she thinking when I dragged her toward my car? The memory of her confused, angry eyes gnaws at me, clawing deeper the more I think about it. Even I know I treated her too roughly. She tried to start a conversation, her voice uncertain but willing to bridge the gap, and all I did was snap at her like a rabid animal.What if she grows suspicious? Wors
Kassian’s POVDammit, I’m screwed.The mate bond is far stronger than I imagined—stronger than I remembered. The moment Lynette ran from me, I should have gone after her. I should have remembered how deeply the bond grips an alpha when their mate tries to escape.But I didn’t.At first, I thought I was fine. Fenrir was busy lecturing me, his growling voice keeping the instinct at bay. But as soon as I blocked him out, it hit me. Hard. The restless tapping of my foot quickly spiraled into anxious pacing, the need to move consuming me.Soon, I was jogging in place, the sharp edge of agitation crawling under my skin. My chest felt tight, my breathing uneven, my nails dragging through my hair like I could tear the chaos away. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late.The bond had taken hold.Fenrir didn’t even have to force his way through my mental barrier—it shattered under the weight of the bond’s pull.Now, I’m a mess.Sweat drips down the sides of my face, soaking i
I don’t give Lucian a second to react. With Fenrir roaring in my mind, I surge forward, my body moving with a speed and strength I barely control. My claws shoot out as I grab him by the neck, lifting him off the ground like he weighs nothing.My grip tightens, and my claws pierce into his skin, just shy of his windpipe. A thin trickle of blood slides down his throat, pooling at my fingers. Lucian claws at my wrist, his nails scraping uselessly against my skin. The sharp tang of fear mingles with the bitterness in his scent, making Fenrir snarl louder in my head. His gasps come faster, wet and ragged, as blood drips from where my claws pierce his neck. His wide eyes meet mine, pleading, but I don’t loosen my grip. I don’t care.“How dare you,” I snarl, my voice low and guttural, vibrating with rage, “walk in here and try to tell me how to take care of my pack?! Do you work yourself to the bone for this family? Do you protect them, provide for them, sacrifice everything for them?!” My
Lynette’s POVThe sound of Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” fills my living room, the lyrics weaving through the air as I sway to the rhythm. The bass vibrates faintly beneath my feet, the melody almost drowning out the distant hum of traffic outside.“Screaming, crying, perfect storms…”The song’s words resonate deeply, sinking into my mind like an old memory I don’t want to relive. I play it on repeat, letting the music consume me. There’s something so relatable about it—chaotic relationships, fleeting passions, and the thrill of the unknown. It’s me. It’s my life.I’ve never been one for real feelings. Dating was always for fun, never for keeps. I had only two official boyfriends before realizing I preferred the non-exclusive route. And yet, here I am, obsessing over a man who doesn’t even like me.What the hell is wrong with me?I shake my head, trying to dispel the image of Kassian’s sharp features and cold eyes. The music swells as I pick up the remote, my thumb hovering over the re
At first, I stare at Kassian, my chest tightening with a whirlwind of emotions—bafflement, astonishment, and confusion. His presence feels like an unspoken storm, raw and unrelenting. I can’t make sense of him standing here, disheveled and trembling, but it’s not just his unexpected arrival that throws me off. It’s the unfiltered intensity radiating from him.His red-rimmed eyes bore into mine, wild and untamed, and for a moment, I’m frozen under their weight. A strange warmth blooms deep in my chest, spreading outward like the first rays of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. I don’t understand it, but it feels impossibly alive, almost intoxicating.Before I can process the sensation, a smile creeps onto my face, unbidden and strange, curling my lips upward in a way I barely recognize. My fingers twitch against his cheek, our tangled hands radiating an electric charge. A tingly sensation spreads from where his face rubs against the back of my hand—a soft, deliberate friction that
Lynette’s POVThe soft clinking of the spoon against the ceramic cup is the only sound breaking the heavy silence in the room as I stir the tea. The faint hum of the heater drones on in the background, barely audible over the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat. The faint citrusy aroma of freshly squeezed lemons mingles with the delicate sweetness of honey, the sharper scent of Kassian’s sweat and the earthy spice of his cologne—creating a calming scent that fills the air. It’s almost ironic how soothing it is, given the storm of emotions swirling inside me.“Here you go, one cup of my sweet lemon tea,” I say brightly, my voice a little too cheerful to hide the nervous flutter in my chest. I place the cup carefully into his waiting hands, and for a brief moment, my fingers brush against his as he takes it. The contact is fleeting, but it sends a strange warmth skittering up my arm, igniting a tingling warmth that lingers on my skin.“Thanks,” Kassian murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.
“My parents got married for business,” he begins, his voice low and rough. The words come out strained, as if he’s dragging them from the depths of a painful memory. “It was never about love. Just an alliance to strengthen the family… bonds.” His eyes darken, and I swear I can feel the weight of his anger ripple through the room.“They fell in love—or at least, my mother thought they did—until she found out my father was cheating on her just months after their marriage. The betrayal killed her. Not physically, not at first. But it broke something inside her.” He pauses, his jaw tightening as a muscle in his cheek twitches.The faint hum of the heater fills the silence between us, and I become painfully aware of the way his fingers curl tightly around the armrest.“Of course, we had no idea about the affairs. Not until he walked into our lives one day with his new wife—and two daughters. One of them just a year younger than me, the other five years younger.”The bitterness in his tone
“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” Zalie sobs, her voice raw with desperation. “I’d never hurt you, Lynette. Please…” she reaches for me again, but before her fingers can so much as graze my skin, Ivanna yanks her back.“Don’t, Zalie,” she says firmly. “You’ll scare her more than she already is.”Scare me? More? The room is still spinning, my chest tightening with something I can’t name. The sharp scent of blood lingers in the air, iron-thick, curling in my throat. The horror of everything I’ve seen—the bodies, the monsters, the things I cannot unsee—sits like a lead weight in my stomach. And yet, even through the panic clawing at me, a strange numbness has settled in, wrapping itself around my mind like a fog, dulling the sharp edges of reality.“She’s actually taking this better than Lyla did,” Ivanna continues, her voice attempting to sound light but failing. “She’s not screaming the roof down or collapsing—”“That’s because I never collapse.” The words tumble out before I can think.
Vampires are real. Vampires are real. Vampires are fucking real.The words hammer inside my skull, looping over and over, but they do nothing to ground me. Time distorts, stretching impossibly thin, every second dragging as if the universe itself is holding its breath.The bloodthirsty monster lunges, his face twisting into something even more grotesque midair. His already inhuman features warp—cheeks hollowing further, his mouth widening far too much, revealing rows of jagged, gleaming fangs dripping with saliva. His eyes gleam with manic hunger, locking onto me like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.My breath catches. A sharp, involuntary inhale.Every instinct in me screams to move, but I can’t. My body feels disconnected, as if my mind is still trying to catch up with the sheer impossibility of what I’m seeing.If I were the type to faint, this would be the moment. The fear—the shock—is suffocating, pressing down on me so hard my limbs feel like dead weight. But I do
A voice drifts through the haze of my sleep, a whisper slicing through the thick fog of unconsciousness.“Lynette.”The sound is distant at first, barely more than a breath against the silence, but then hands grasp my shoulders—too rough, too frantic. A sharp jolt rocks my body as the grip tightens, fingers pressing into my skin with a desperation that yanks me from the comfort of slumber.I groan, swatting at the unseen hands, trying to burrow back into the warmth of my blankets. But the shaking doesn’t stop. It’s insistent. Urgent.“Lynette, wake up, please. We’re in danger.”The words drift around me, sluggish and weightless, refusing to fully register. I mumble something incoherent and roll onto my side, chasing the remnants of sleep, the lingering warmth of dreams.A pause. A breath. Then, a different voice—sharper, more impatient, cutting through the haze like a knife. “Oh, let me do it!”Silence hangs for a moment, thick and heavy, before— “Lynette, you’re drooling. And Kassian
I stare at Zalie, but my mind is miles away. She moves with fluid precision, her arms slicing through the air like ribbons, but I barely register it. The soft hum of the music, the rhythmic thud of her feet against the wooden floor—it all feels distant, muffled, like I’m underwater. The air smells faintly of honey and amber, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat, yet even that barely sink in.Something is wrong with my head.A cold prickle creeps up my spine, a dull ache blooming at the base of my skull. I’ve never been someone who forgets easily—I remember things with unsettling clarity, possibly even from infancy. But sometimes, especially when strange things happen, my mind turns foggy, as if something is deliberately blocking me from realizing the truth.It’s never mattered much before. Honestly, I never cared. I never gave a damn about anything, not even enough to sneak into Rowan’s secret room, despite knowing every single password he uses.But this—this is different.I’ve never l
Ice erupts from the ground like a living beast, devouring the room in jagged, ruthless hunger. Spikes explode in every direction, sharp as spears, glistening with lethal intent. The walls freeze over in an instant, a thick layer of frost crawling up like veins of an ancient beast awakening. The very air stiffens, every breath clouding white.Oliver, Brian, and Lucian barely manage to avoid the deathly onslaught, their movements sharp, instinctive. One warrior isn’t as lucky—a jagged spike rips through his arm, another through a leg, blood staining the pristine ice in crimson streaks.A thick, glass-like sheen coats my vision. My skin burns—not with heat, but with a frostbite so intense it feels like my veins are solidifying into shards of ice. Every fiber of my being pulses with raw, bleeding cold, the kind that doesn’t just freeze flesh—it kills.And at the center of the carnage, the rogue hangs impaled against the ceiling, thick ice spears bursting through his torso, pinning him lik
A wet, sickening squelch fills the hallway as my boots crush flesh and shattered bone, the blood-soaked remains of the rogues sticking to the soles like a grotesque second skin. The stench is unbearable—a mix of burning meat, rot, and something fouler, something wrong. The air itself feels heavy, thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and the lingering heat of battle.I move forward, my steps measured, my heartbeat steady, but inside, my mind is anything but calm.Tracking the children had been easy once Lynette sent me the location of Rowan’s old tracking data. It led me to a hidden underground chamber I hadn’t even known existed—despite living in that house for three years. That alone was unsettling, but what really ate at me was the certainty that Lynette had never been in there either. She isn’t the curious type, never the kind to dig for secrets. If she had gone in, she would have seen things she couldn’t unsee—truths about Rowan that would have sent her running for the hi
Kassian’s POVI pace up and down my office, my claws scraping against each other as I bite into them—a nervous habit I can’t seem to shake. The room feels smaller than usual, the walls pressing in, the faint scent of leather and recycled air doing nothing to settle my nerves. The air is thick with tension, stagnant with the weight of everything I’ve screwed up.Lynette is passed out on my couch, her breathing steady but shallow. My heart clenches at the sight of her, fragile and unaware. This isn’t how she was supposed to find out—not like this. I was planning to tell her slowly, ease her into it. But now? Now I’m as good as rejected.I run a hand through my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I force myself to keep moving. The tiled floor squeaks beneath the pressure of my steps. Oliver and Brian sit nearby, their eyes tracking my movements like wary hunters watching a wounded animal. They say nothing, but their silence is heavy, suffocating.This is partly their fault.First, I
My heart pounds against my ribs as the car rolls into the parking lot of Kassian’s company, a nervous flutter twisting in my stomach.I haven’t seen him in five days. Not since the news broke out. It’s not that he’s avoiding me—he’s just buried under work. Every time we talked on the phone, his voice was laced with exhaustion, tension leaking into even the smallest words. I wanted to do something, anything, to show my gratitude for his support. And since Kassian always makes me feel cared for, I thought it was time to return the favor.Which is why I spent the last five days attempting to cook something edible.With Elliott and Tyson’s reluctant help, I dedicated every free moment to taming my disaster-prone kitchen skills. But I underestimated just how incompatible I am with cooking. What was supposed to be a simple dish turned into something that looked more like a monster summoning circle than an actual meal. I don’t know how it always happens—but viola! It does.Still, I couldn’t
The air shifts instantly. The arm wrapped around my waist tightens, his grip no longer gentle. His entire body stiffens, muscles coiling beneath me. A faint tremor ripples through him, his entire presence turning rigid.The silence is suffocating.“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of it all.A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against me, raw and primal. The sound is nothing like the Kassian I know—it’s something deeper, something untamed. I flinch, but I still don’t dare lift my head. I don’t want to see the fury I know is in his eyes.His voice is sharp, shattering the tension like splintering glass. “Is this the first time?”I nod, my throat tight, trying to hold back the sob building inside me. The air around us grows heavier, thick with something unseen but powerful. The sheer force of his anger radiates off him in waves, an intensity I recognize all too well. It’s the same kind of presence I felt in the temple, the same suffocating pr