A laugh bubbles up in my throat. “You made wine?” I exclaim, staring at him in disbelief. “You never fail to surprise me.”Kassian shrugs, but I can see the faint pink dusting his cheeks. I don’t hesitate any longer—I grab a fork and dig into the Tex-Mex fajitas first, bringing a bite to my lips. The moment the flavors hit my tongue, my eyes flutter shut. The smokiness of the grilled peppers, the perfectly seasoned meat, the hint of citrus—it’s incredible.“Oh my God, Kassian,” I say, dramatically clutching my chest. “This is unbelievable.”He scratches his chin, looking equal parts embarrassed and pleased. “It’s not that—”I ignore him, reaching for the chicken enchiladas next. One bite, and a moan of delight escapes me before I can stop it. “How are you this good at cooking?” I marvel between bites, practically inhaling the meal.Kassian watches me, an unreadable expression flickering across his face, before finally taking a few bites of his own. But I notice he only picks at the ch
The wind rushes past me, tugging at my hair and sending strands whipping against my face. I exhale slowly, letting the evening air cool the warmth lingering on my skin. The yacht moves smoothly across the water, its golden lights reflecting in shimmering ripples, dancing over the dark waves. The moonlight tries to break through, casting silver trails across the surface, but the glow from the ship is warmer, richer—soft golden hues bathing everything around me. The low hum of the engine merges with the faint sound of music drifting from inside, slightly distorted by the ocean breeze.I grip the railing, letting the cool metal steady me. This is Kassian’s yacht.How did I end up here? Good question.After Kassian drops that heavy and evasive information about a secret Rowan also has and didn’t tell me, I realized he had been trying to divert my mind, leading me in circles with playful speculation about what his secret could be. It works—partially.I can’t stop thinking about it.The sec
Lynette’s POVThe color of his eyes is unmistakable, violet that pierces through souls, not amethysts catching the sun. I stare at his picture on the cover of the magazine, transfixed by those eyes, even though they look somewhere else. Perhaps it’s a trick of the camera, but I know those eyes and they do not belong to this man.“Miss?” A soft voice cuts through my thoughts. I look up to see a flight attendant smiling nervously. “Could you please fasten your seatbelt? We’ll be landing shortly.”“Oh, of course,” I reply, securing the belt and flashing her a polite smile.“If you need anything…” She lingers, smiling too broadly, her fingers tapping against her clipboard as if she’s unsure whether to stay or go.“I’m fine, thank you,” I reassure her, but she continues fidgeting, her eyes flitting between me and the magazine in my lap. For a moment, I wonder if she recognizes me—despite the dark glasses and pulled-back hair.Then, with a final flustered nod, she leaves. I turn my attention
“Lynette!” I break into a smile, warmth flooding through me as I drop to my knees, arms open for the only person who truly matters here—my nephew. Evan, my sweet boy. His father may be my eldest brother, but Evan feels like my own, a connection promised and sealed on the day his mother passed, just after bringing him into the world. I swore to her that day I would look after him. “Evan, my boy,” I murmur, hugging him tight, rocking us both as if it could stop time. “How have you been? I’ve missed you so much.”He hugs me back, his small arms locked around my neck. “I’ve been good! I missed you too.” His eyes shine with that pure, eager love I almost forgot existed. He must’ve been waiting by the window all day, knowing I was coming. My emails to him were the only letters that mattered.“How’s your new mom?” I ask gently, brushing back a lock of his sandy hair.“She’s amazing, Lynette!” he beams. “She’s nice and gives me lots and lots of sweets.” His eyes flick to his father, then ba
The next day, I enter his office building, noting how much it’s changed. Once bright and open, now the place feels cold, haunted—dark walls and muted tones replacing the warmth and energy that used to flow through the hallways. This place is as haunted as he is, transformed into something hard and unyielding. I see his pain in the colors, the starkness, as if he’s painted his grief across every surface. Rowan has always expressed himself through colors and music, a gift he inherited from his twin. Now, those colors feel raw, heavy, like they’re bleeding through the walls.I stop at the security desk, where a young secretary hands me a sleek silver card with my appointment details. The place is excessively formal now, tightly wound with regulations and processes that make it feel like a fortress. I remember when it used to feel more like a home than a business. I can feel Rowan’s anguish in the rigidity of his rules, the locked doors, the guards at every turn.The guards scan me thorou
Kassian’s POVFor three years, I’ve lived as Rowan. It’s my identity now, woven into my very skin. The life suits me—it’s the life I was meant for. Cold, heartless, ruthless. I embrace the labels, every last one, because I know I won’t stop until my purpose is fulfilled. Four down, two to go. Almost there, Rowan. Watch me.Taking on Rowan’s life opened up truths about him I hadn’t expected. He was weak, soft, and too kind. It’s why they tried to kill him in the first place. And there was something else—something darker, buried beneath his polite exterior. Rowan had an obsession, one that festered in secret. His best friend, Lynette. He didn’t just care for her; he was obsessed with her in a way that twisted the meaning of love.I know what love should look like. This wasn’t love.Rowan kept tabs on her every move, had hidden cameras, private photos of her in moments she thought were her own. Eating, sleeping—even in the shower. He had mementos of her—scarves, napkins, even her tissues
Kassian’s POV“Alpha.” The voice of my beta, Brian, cuts through the quiet like a blade, and I tense, realizing I didn’t even hear him approach. I need to get myself back together.“Brian, mate,” I say, forcing calm into my tone, “what do you have for me?”His sigh is heavy, thick with the kind of news I’ve grown to dread. “Not good news, Alpha. Höherstehend Pack has hired vampires as reinforcements.”I inhale sharply, the familiar burn of anger spreading through my chest. Vampires are rare now, with no king, no council, and no real power since the apocalypse. They fight as mercenaries, desperate to survive, their venom stripped, unable to turn others. Vampires these days are shadows of what they were, but they still fight with a ferocity that makes them deadly allies.“Vampires? To eliminate me?”“Most likely, but for now, they’re bodyguards.” Brian’s voice is steady, but I can feel the tension beneath his words.I tilt my head, cracking my neck with the familiar roll of bone against
I throw myself onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with a heavy exhale. The events of the run replay in my head, vivid and relentless. The visions, the sounds that stretched beyond what I should have been able to hear, and then… the spirit of Rowan’s wolf. It wasn’t an illusion, wasn’t a trick of light or a misfire of memory. It was real.Yes, I’ve always been stronger than other wolves—heightened senses, faster reflexes. But not like this. Not seeing the dead. Maybe it’s because we were twins, maybe because our wolves always knew each other as halves of the same whole. Fenrir buried himself deep when Rowan died, nearly tearing my own spirit in two, but I know our wolves always shared a bond, even then. Still, “this”? This was beyond anything I could understand.“This is insane,” I murmur, drumming my fingers on my thigh as I think through my problems. Three of them, and each feels impossible:1. The vampires now work for Höherstehend, complicating my mission beyond reason.2. The
The wind rushes past me, tugging at my hair and sending strands whipping against my face. I exhale slowly, letting the evening air cool the warmth lingering on my skin. The yacht moves smoothly across the water, its golden lights reflecting in shimmering ripples, dancing over the dark waves. The moonlight tries to break through, casting silver trails across the surface, but the glow from the ship is warmer, richer—soft golden hues bathing everything around me. The low hum of the engine merges with the faint sound of music drifting from inside, slightly distorted by the ocean breeze.I grip the railing, letting the cool metal steady me. This is Kassian’s yacht.How did I end up here? Good question.After Kassian drops that heavy and evasive information about a secret Rowan also has and didn’t tell me, I realized he had been trying to divert my mind, leading me in circles with playful speculation about what his secret could be. It works—partially.I can’t stop thinking about it.The sec
A laugh bubbles up in my throat. “You made wine?” I exclaim, staring at him in disbelief. “You never fail to surprise me.”Kassian shrugs, but I can see the faint pink dusting his cheeks. I don’t hesitate any longer—I grab a fork and dig into the Tex-Mex fajitas first, bringing a bite to my lips. The moment the flavors hit my tongue, my eyes flutter shut. The smokiness of the grilled peppers, the perfectly seasoned meat, the hint of citrus—it’s incredible.“Oh my God, Kassian,” I say, dramatically clutching my chest. “This is unbelievable.”He scratches his chin, looking equal parts embarrassed and pleased. “It’s not that—”I ignore him, reaching for the chicken enchiladas next. One bite, and a moan of delight escapes me before I can stop it. “How are you this good at cooking?” I marvel between bites, practically inhaling the meal.Kassian watches me, an unreadable expression flickering across his face, before finally taking a few bites of his own. But I notice he only picks at the ch
I press a hand to my mouth as laughter spills from my lips, light and uncontrollable. Before me stands a gazebo bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun, its elegant frame draped in gold and white—the colors I adore. White roses climb its pillars, their petals luminous in the golden light, while delicate strands of silk intertwine with the beams, fluttering gently in the breeze.The gazebo itself rises gracefully from the water, a dreamlike structure resting on the tranquil surface. A charming wooden bridge, painted in pearl-white with golden railings, stretches from the shore, inviting me forward. Beneath it, the water reflects the scene like a liquid mirror, shimmering with the warm hues of the fading afternoon.Inside, a round glass table with intricately designed white-gold legs sits at the center, set for two. Lanterns, shaped like water lilies with golden lily pads, are placed strategically around the space, ready to bloom with light as dusk approaches. Fresh floral arrangemen
I turn my head to the side, expecting to see Kassian in the driver’s seat, but he’s not there. Confusion tugs at me, my still-groggy mind struggling to catch up. Then, belatedly, I realize—the hand on my temple, the one that had so effortlessly erased my headache, hadn’t come from his direction.Slowly, I shift my gaze to the other side, toward the open door. The ringing in my ears finally fades, and my vision clears enough to see Kassian crouched beside me, his fingers gently massaging my temple. His expression is calm, but there’s a quiet concern in his eyes as he studies my face.“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice low, steady.Still dazed, I blink down at myself. My seatbelt is off. At some point, he must have unbuckled it. The pieces fall into place—I must have slept through the entire ride, and when I wouldn’t wake up, he decided to carry me.I shift slightly, glancing past him to take in my surroundings. The warm afternoon sun bathes everything in a golden glow, casting long,
Bright lights surround me, too sharp and blinding to bear. I squint, my eyelids fluttering as I try to make sense of my surroundings. Everything feels hazy and disjointed, like I’m caught in a dream I can’t wake up from. I can barely make out what looks like the interior of a room—maybe a bedroom—but the light burns my eyes, making it difficult to see my surroundings clearly. The sting is painful, and it makes my head ache.A sound reaches me. Faint at first, then more distinct. A baby crying. It’s distant, yet somehow it feels impossibly close, like it’s coming from within me. I try to turn my head toward the sound, but I feel trapped. My limbs are heavy, unresponsive, as if my body isn’t my own. Somewhere nearby, there’s movement—soft, shuffling sounds that seem to come from all directions. I try to focus on them, but my thoughts are sluggish, like wading through molasses.Where am I? How did I get here?The last thing I remember is Kassian. His voice, low and soothing, telling me t
My hands tremble as I grab my bag again, rushing toward the door for the second time today. The air feels heavier now, thick with the weight of what’s about to happen. I pull the door open, only to freeze as a familiar car screeches into my driveway, moving so fast it’s like he’s being chased. My heart slams against my ribs, a cold sweat forming at the back of my neck. Fear coils tightly in my chest, but I force a smile and clutch the strap of my bag, gripping it until my fingers ache.The car door opens, and Kassian steps out, his every movement deliberate, precise. For a moment, I forget how to breathe. His cherry-blonde hair sweeps back in layered waves, the tips faintly tinted golden blonde, as if kissed by sunlight. A few loose curls fall over his forehead, framing those striking amethyst eyes, which seem darker, sharper than usual. The faint trace of eyeliner only makes them pop more.He’s dressed in black—everything from his fitted shirt to his boots hugs him like a second skin
The warm breeze brushes gently against my skin as I lean back on the gold bench, my head tilted over the top rail, eyes closed. The sunlight filters through the trees, bright but not blinding, its warmth settling over me like a soft embrace. It’s the kind of day that would normally make me smile, the kind of serene weather that feels like it belongs in a painting. The wind whistles faintly in my ears, carrying with it the rustling of the leaves and the faint, sweet scent of the flowers planted all around the compound.Somewhere nearby, I can hear the sound of the bodyguards moving about—soft footsteps against the gravel, the occasional murmur of conversation. They’re distant enough to make me feel like I’m alone, yet close enough to remind me that I’m not.For a moment, I pretend everything is fine. I try to lose myself in the warmth of the sun, the gentle sway of the breeze, and the steady rhythm of life around me. But it doesn’t last. It never does.I exhale slowly, and the fragile
The message stares back at me, the image burning into my eyes—a picture of myself, almost completely naked, clad in nothing but my panties. Below it, the words: We should meet up again, sugar baby.My hands tremble as I clutch the phone, and a cold sweat breaks across my skin. That pet name—sugar baby—slams into me like a freight train. My stomach twists violently. I know who sent this. One of them is back. One of the older men I swore I’d left behind, forgotten, erased. It isn’t just a message; it’s a threat.The air feels suffocating, thick and heavy. My mind churns with fragmented memories of my past—the choices I made, the things I did, the way I used to laugh about it all, brushing it off as fun, as easy money. The faces of men, much older than me, flash in my mind—predatory smiles, the way their hands lingered too long. I always thought it didn’t matter, that it wouldn’t follow me. But now, it’s back. And it’s here to destroy me.My legs feel weak as I stumble to the bed, collap
I sway my hips in time with the soft rhythm of my humming as I sort through the pile of clothes scattered across my bed. My fingers skim over fabrics, from silks to cottons, as I try to pick the perfect outfit for tonight. A grin tugs at my lips as I imagine Kassian’s face when he sees me. This is our first official date as a couple, and the butterflies in my stomach haven’t stopped fluttering all day.The past few days have been nothing short of bliss. I never realized how wonderful it could feel to be with someone you genuinely care about—someone who reciprocates those feelings in their own unique way. Kassian’s not the kind of man who showers me with flowery compliments or over-the-top romantic or flirty gestures, but there’s something so steady, so real, about the way he cares. He checks in on me constantly, making sure I’ve eaten or that I’m safe, even if it’s just a quick text.He’s awkward sometimes—cold, even—but that bluntness is something I’ve grown to love. It’s honest. Gen