WARNING This book contains mature scenes, explicit content, and potentially triggering themes. It is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. Claude Adams never wanted a mate—especially not her. As the Beta and son to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, he knows fate isn’t something to fight. But when he meets the she-wolf destined to be his, the bond feels all wrong. Suffocating. A trap he can’t escape. So when a cryptic message—meant for a human—draws him onto a luxury cruise liner, he takes it as the perfect excuse to run. What he doesn’t expect is Nikolai Vladimirovich—a ruthless Russian Mafia boss with a dangerous aura and a stare that strips Claude down to something raw. What starts as a reckless, meaningless fling turns into something neither of them can walk away from. But Claude isn’t human. He was never meant to belong to Nikolai. And when the truth comes out, there will be no mercy. Because Nikolai doesn’t share. And fate? It doesn’t make mistakes.
View MoreNIKOLAITHE DOOR SLAMMED open. I turned my head sharply, muscles tensing as a man walked in, and Christ—I didn’t need to be told he was Claude’s father. The resemblance was enough. The weight he carried in his steps was enough.Then the door opened again, and she—Ava—was rushed inside. Unconscious, clothes filthy, body limp in someone’s arms. I shot to my feet, my pulse hammering as I waited for the door to open once more. For him to walk through it.But he didn’t.“Where the fuck is he?” My voice was sharp, my steps quick as I closed the distance between me and Claude’s father. He stopped, his face twisted in something close to pain before he turned and took the stairs two at a time.A pit opened up in my stomach. Something was wrong. Something was very fucking wrong.I ran my hand through my hair and only when I dropped it did I realize—I was shaking.I turned and bolted out the door, my breath coming fast, my heart slamming against my ribs as I scanned the vast driveway. He wasn’t
!Content Warning!This chapter contains themes of sexual assault, non-consensual drugging, and past trauma. While the assault itself is not depicted on the page, the emotional and physical aftermath are explored in detail. This scene is intense, raw, and may be distressing for some readers.CLAUDEI JERKED—HARD. Hard enough that the skin of my wrists burned raw against the silver, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting him off me. Getting away. But Viktor was right there.His breath fanned across my face, hot and cloying, the same way it always did, the way it had when I was nineteen and begging for it to stop. My stomach lurched, bile burning its way up my throat, but I swallowed it down. I couldn’t be weak. Not now.Viktor clicked his tongue, a sound of amusement, of mockery. “Look at you,” he murmured, his grip tightening on my chin as he tilted my head up. “All grown up. You’ve been getting fucked, haven’t you?”His words were a blade, cuttin
CLAUDEFUCK. MY HEAD HURTS. I tried to force my eyes open, but no matter how hard I blinked, everything stayed dark, and that’s when it hit me. I was blindfolded.No. No. No.How did this happen? How did I end up here?A snarl clawed up my throat as I jerked forward, but the pull of metal—biting, burning—stopped me cold. My arms were stretched above me, bound tightly with silver. I could smell it, taste its acrid sting in the back of my throat.No.I yanked harder, muscles straining, breath heaving. The scent of damp stone and rust filled my lungs. The sound of water dripping from somewhere above was too familiar. The chains rattling over my head, too familiar. And the sound of boots—heavy, slow on concrete—hitting the ground, too fucking familiar.No. No. No.My body jerked violently, panic clawing through me, my muscles screaming as I yanked against the chains. I couldn’t—I couldn’t be here again. This can’t be happening. Not again.I felt him stop in front of me, his breath warm a
NIKOLAI“WHO THE HELL are you?”I set the bottle down, shoving my hands into my pockets, letting the silence stretch between us. I tilted my head, letting my eyes stay on her, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face.I didn’t answer right away and she Just stood there, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. Her eyes roamed over me—calculating—like she was trying to piece me into some world I didn’t belong in.I smirked.She could smell him on me. That much I knew. I could see it in the way her gaze flickered, the tightness in her jaw. Her mate. Her fucking husband. The thought almost made me laugh.“You’re human,” she finally said, her voice tight, clipped.“And you’re his wife.” I let the words hang in the air, watching her reaction like I was savoring a slow burn.A breath left her, but she didn’t speak. She just stood there, staring at me with those cold eyes, anger rolling off her in waves. Then, she took a step forward, her heels clicking on the floor, challengin
CLAUDE I RAN A palm over my face as I slammed the car door shut and made my way toward my father’s house.‘Get over here. Now.’ That’s all he had said. No explanation. No warning. Just an order thrown through the pack link while I was with him. Nikolai. My fingers drifted to the tiny bump behind my left ear. I’d never given it much thought before. Never cared enough to. But now, as I walked, my touch stayed.The maids bowed as I passed, but their eyes stayed locked on me, their whispers curling through the air and into my ears. My scent was thick, there—like an omega bred past the heat season, claimed beyond reason. I reeked of him. Of what he had done to me. Hell, I was still leaking him.I turned left, inhaled sharply, and shoved the door open—then froze.It wasn’t just my father in the room.Alpha Monroe stood beside him.Fuck.I swallowed, shutting the door behind me, my gaze flicking from my father—his glare so sharp it could slice—to Monroe, who was staring at me like I was so
NIKOLAII JERKED AWAKE, the warmth of sunlight against my skin barely registering. But when I looked down—fuck. The sight before me was what mattered.I shifted, my fingers sliding through his hair, slow and carefully. A low groan rumbled from him, and then his eyes shot open, locking onto me. Wide with shock.I let my fingers trail along his jaw, brushing over his lips, parting them. But before I could move further, his hand shot up, gripping mine, holding me in place. His breathing shaky.“Nikolai,” he rasped, voice thick like he couldn’t believe I was here, like he wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or afraid.“How did you find me? How—”I didn’t let him finish. I kissed him—deep, hard, cutting off the question before it could ruin the moment. His body tensed, but it didn’t take long before he gave in, a moan slipping past his lips, and I swallowed it, my other hand gripping the back of his neck, tilting his head so I could take more.I pulled back just enough to catch my breath,
CLAUDEMY HEART SLAMMED against my ribs, every nerve in my body burning.‘Bring him to my house.’ My voice cut through the mindlink and I pushed to my feet, already moving.A hand clamped down on my arm tightly. “You listen to me, boy,” my father growled.I turned, ripping my arm free, my teeth bared. “No. You listen.” My voice was low, sharp enough to cut. “I don’t take orders. Not from you. Not from anyone, again.”His jaw locked, his eyes flashing.“I’ll take over when it’s time,” I said, my breath coming out sharp, chest heaving. “But that doesn’t mean you get to pull the strings. He is my guest, and I don’t owe you a damn explanation.”His fingers twitched like he wanted to grab me again, to force his will on me the way he always did. But I was done being handled.I took a step back, my voice dropping low. “Try to stop me, and we’ll see just how ready I am to take that damn title.”I didn’t wait for a response. I turned and walked out of the office, my pulse pounding, my blood on
CLAUDE TWO WEEKS AGO “Where is he?” I hissed, shoving off the man beneath me, my fingers slick with blood. “Where is Nikolai?”Andrie didn’t answer. His grip on the gun lowered slightly, his gaze shifting like he was weighing his options. I didn’t care if he saw me—I didn’t care about anything except finding him.Nikolai.My Nikolai. “Go home,” Andrie muttered, turning away.I grabbed his wrist before he could take a step, yanking him back so hard his jaw clenched. My hand was trembling, but my grip didn’t loosen. I wouldn’t let go. Not until I knew Nikolai was safe. Not until I saw him.“I heard something happened to him,” I said, my voice catching in my throat. My grip tightened, nails pressing into his skin. “I need to see him, Andrie.”A second passed. Then another. The silence dragged, stretching so unbearably before he exhaled sharply and turned his head.I followed his gaze.A CCTV camera.My chest constricted as my breath hitched because I could feel it. I could feel him wat
NIKOLAIFUCK. PAIN RIPPED through every inch of my body, a deep, burning ache that made it hard to breathe. My head pounded, my ribs screamed, and when I shifted, something sharp tore at my wrist. Restraints. Fucking metal.I forced my eyes open, the dim light cutting through the haze of unconsciousness. Concrete walls. Bloodstained floors. The bitter taste of iron on my tongue. And then—footsteps. Slow, heavy. Someone was coming.I swallowed back the pain and lifted my head, a sharp grunt leaving my lips as I forced myself to focus.Surrounded.Fuck.“I see you’re awake.”The voice was smooth, almost amused. My eyes locked onto the bastard standing in front of me. Not some lackey. Not Antonov’s right-hand. No—Ivan Antonov himself.A sharp laugh tore from my throat. Out of all the people, I hadn’t expected this prick to show his face. His uncle was dead. He should’ve been thanking me.“Of all the people, I thought you’d benefit most from your uncle’s death,” I said, my voice hoarse an
CLAUDE I FLEXED MY shoulders as I approached my fathers office. He had called for me about twenty minutes ago. I placed my balled fist on the door to his office, ready to knock but before I did, he muttered a “Come in.”I pushed the door open and my father was seated behind his desk, a smile playing on his lips. “Son, take a seat.” He said and I did.“You called.” I said curtly and his smile wilden. “Ahh, yes. I will just get straight to the point.” My father cleared his throat and placed his intertwined fingers on the desk. “There is a very important meeting that would be going on in Green Hill Pack—after the war and them helping us reclaim our pack, we have been offered a chance to —- and now that’s you’re no longer a kid, I want you to go to the meeting in place of me.”I swallowed harshly at the mention of the war, the same war that I had been rape by that—I pressed my eyes closed and puffed out a shaky breath. No, I couldn’t think of it. It h...
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