ログインDANIELA’S POV“I have been lenient with you since I stepped inside this place, Laura. But enough is enough.” My voice broke through the room like a roar. The sound bounced off the concrete walls. My anger rose with every breath. My wolf paced inside me, clawing at the edges, begging to be released so she could tear this woman apart for what she had done to our friend.Laura flinched so hard the chair rattled. “You are lying,” she whispered. Even her denial trembled. Her hands shook uncontrollably behind her back, the ropes cutting into her skin. Her knuckles had already begun to swell from fighting the restraints.“You are not Daniela,” she choked out. Her voice barely made it past her lips. It was the kind of tone someone used when the truth was already standing in front of them and they just did not want to accept it. “You cannot be. She died. I killed her.”The confession burst out of her like the scream of a madwoman. She shook her head wildly, her messy hair swinging over her fac
DANIELA’S POVThe warehouse sat at the edge of the old industrial district—forgotten, half-buried by rust and shadows. The air outside tasted like metal and damp concrete as Thomas pulled the car to a stop. A single bulb flickered above the steel door, throwing weak light across the entrance.Nacko’s message echoed in my mind: We got her.I pushed the door open before Thomas could get out, my heels clicking against gravel as I stepped into the cold night. My blood hummed beneath my skin—not fear, not hesitation—something darker, steadier. Something long overdue.Nacko appeared from behind a stack of crates, wiping his hands on a cloth. His expression tightened the moment he saw my face.“She’s inside,” he murmured.I nodded once. His men parted as if sensing the storm I carried with me.The corridor swallowed me in dim light and the scent of old oil.At the end of it, a door stood slightly ajar.Voices leaked through—one sharp, panicked, the other bored.I pushed the door open.•Laur
DANIELA’S POVThe viewing window was cold beneath my palms as I leaned closer, staring at the frantic movements inside the emergency room. Vivian lay on the bed, her small frame swallowed by the white sheets, surrounded by doctors whose voices I could not hear but whose urgency made my stomach twist. Machines blinked and beeped around her like impatient hearts.My chest tightened until breathing felt like swallowing stones.That moment carved one truth deep into me. I was done. Done being gentle. Done being the woman everyone stepped on. Done pretending that softness would fix anything in a world that only understood cruelty.Life had stripped me clean. It began with my parents. One moment they were alive, the next I was standing beside two coffins, unable to understand how life could be so heartless. Then my pups were taken from my arms the very day I brought them into the world. I had barely healed from childbirth when their tiny cries were snatched away from me.As if that pain was
DANIELA’S POVI jolted awake with a sharp inhale, my lungs dragging in air as if I had been drowning. Every muscle in my body throbbed with a heavy ache, the kind that sank into the bones and made me feel as though I had been carrying a mountain on my back all night. I tried to stretch, but the soreness tightened around me, making even the smallest movement feel like a punishment.Sunlight poured through the window in a bright, stubborn beam that stabbed straight into my eyes. I raised my hand and shielded my face, squinting as the brightness forced its way past my fingers. My head pounded, and I attempted to sit up with a groan.“Here, I made you some soup.”I turned toward the voice, blinking through the blur. Vivian stood in the doorway, balancing a tray with a steaming bowl. Her expression was soft and worried, the kind of look someone gave when they had been sitting awake for too long.“How are you feeling?” she asked gently as she set the tray on the bedside table.“I am fine,”
LAURA’S POVIt had been two days since Gloria vanished from the packhouse, two long days of panic and unanswered questions. My chest felt tight with every passing hour. I had to find her. I had to find my mother-in-law because she was the only one who had ever cared for me. She protected me, defended me, and made sure Alexander married me. She and my father were closer than friends, almost family, and because of that bond, she always took my side.I owed her everything.A soft moan escaped my throat as the man between my legs dragged his tongue deeper into my heat. My back arched off the sofa, my fingers clawing the cushion beneath me.“Aaaah…” I gasped, my legs trembling in the air while he ate me with desperate hunger.The pleasure rolled through me like a slow, burning wave. It had been so long since anyone touched me like this, so long since anyone made my body remember what it felt like to be wanted.“Goddess…” I breathed out, my voice shaking. “This… this is beautiful.”His mout
GLORIA’S POVI forced my eyes to study the cold, dark and filthy room around me. The air smelled of rust and damp wood. Pain throbbed through every part of my body. Fresh wounds burned on my skin, and bruises pulsed with each shallow breath I took. The woman who had dragged me here had enjoyed every moment she spent hurting me. My blood had soaked the floor beneath me until it formed a dark, sticky puddle that clung to my legs.Weakness tugged at me like a heavy blanket. My vision blurred at the edges, and I felt the pull of unconsciousness, but I fought it back. I could not allow myself to break. I refused to let hope slip away, not yet. Alexander would come. He always listened to me. He had been mine since the day he was placed in my arms. My sweet boy would not betray me now. He would burn down every bridge, every house, every obstacle to reach me. He always did.I needed to hold on. I needed to keep breathing, even when every breath felt poisoned. My men were already out there, se







