Sasha Lane hadn’t always been this tough. There was a time when she believed in happy endings and good guys, but that was before life knocked her down and made sure she stayed there.
She grew up in the rough parts of the city, in a cramped apartment that smelled of cigarettes and desperation. Her father walked out before she could remember his face, leaving her mother alone with two children and a mountain of bills. Jason was her baby brother, just four years younger, but it always felt like she was raising him. Her mother, worn out by life, numbed herself with alcohol, drifting further away until one night, she simply didn’t wake up. Sasha was seventeen when she found her mother’s cold body in their dingy apartment. From that day on, it was just her and Jason against the world. She worked three jobs, pushed herself through law school, and scraped together everything she had to give him a better life than the one they had growing up. But the world has a funny way of destroying your best-laid plans. Jason, always a dreamer, thought he could make it big. He fell in with the wrong crowd, guys who promised him money, excitement, and an escape from the harsh reality of their lives. By the time Sasha realized how deep he was in, it was too late. Jason had gambled everything away, drowning in debts he couldn’t repay, debts to men who would break bones and burn lives to collect. She had tried everything to save him. First, she sold what little they had. Then she borrowed from friends, from colleagues at the law firm where she worked as a junior associate. But it wasn’t enough. Jason owed too much to people who didn’t give second chances. That was when Dominic Knight entered her life. He wasn’t like the other mobsters Jason had gotten mixed up with. No, Dominic was on a completely different level. His name carried weight—billionaire businessman by day, shadowy mafia kingpin by night. And as the rumors whispered, something even darker. Some said he wasn’t entirely human, that his control over the city wasn’t just through money and fear, but something more primal. People called him the Wolf of the East End, but no one dared to say why. Sasha had heard his name in whispers for years, but when she stood in front of him for the first time, those whispers became reality. Dominic Knight didn’t need to work. Born into one of the wealthiest families in the country, he could’ve easily coasted through life on a silver spoon. But that wasn’t Dominic’s style. From a young age, he was determined to build an empire of his own, separate from his family’s legacy. And he did, turning his business ventures into billion-dollar enterprises. But beneath the polished exterior of a successful CEO was a man with a darker inheritance. Dominic was a werewolf, not just any werewolf, but an Alpha, born to lead, born to conquer. His pack controlled the city’s underworld, weaving its influence through the criminal networks, the police, and the government. His business was legitimate, but his power? That was something primal, something untamed. His rivals feared him, his enemies respected him, and those who crossed him… well, they didn’t live long enough to regret it. But there was something more Dominic wanted—something that went beyond wealth and power. He needed an heir, a child to carry on his legacy, both as a businessman and as an Alpha. And for that, he needed a mate. Not just any woman, but someone strong enough to bear his child and survive the brutal world he lived in. That’s when he found Sasha. The first time they met, Sasha was desperate, but she still had her pride. She stormed into Dominic Knight’s office without an appointment, her jaw set and her eyes blazing with determination. She wasn’t a woman who begged easily, but for Jason, she was ready to do anything. She expected to be thrown out by his security before she even made it through the door, but somehow, Dominic allowed her in. She walked into his massive office, its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. The man behind the desk looked every bit the billionaire—sharp suit, polished shoes, and a watch that probably cost more than her entire life. But there was something else in his gaze, something predatory that made her heart race. “Miss Lane,” he greeted, his voice smooth, like the calm before a storm. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Sasha didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “You know why I’m here. My brother—Jason Lane. He owes money to people who work for you.” Dominic leaned back in his chair, studying her. “And what do you expect me to do about it?” “I want to pay his debts. I just need more time.” Dominic’s eyes narrowed slightly, his interest piqued. “Time is a luxury your brother doesn’t have, Miss Lane. His debts are quite substantial.” “I know,” Sasha said, her voice firm. “I’ll do whatever it takes to repay them.” “Whatever it takes,” Dominic repeated, his voice dropping lower, the words wrapping around her like a dangerous promise. “Do you know what you’re offering?” Sasha swallowed hard, but she didn’t flinch. “Yes.” For a long moment, Dominic said nothing, his dark eyes locked on hers, as if weighing her soul. Finally, he stood and walked around the desk, coming to stand directly in front of her. He was tall, towering over her, his presence overwhelming. He reached out, his hand lifting her chin so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “I could erase your brother’s debts with a single word,” he said, his voice soft, almost seductive. “But I don’t make deals out of charity.” Sasha’s heart raced. She had come here knowing this wouldn’t be easy, but standing this close to him, she could feel the raw power emanating from him. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. “What do you want from me?” she whispered. Dominic’s thumb brushed her jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “I need a wife, Miss Lane. A woman who can give me an heir.” Sasha froze, her mind reeling. This was insane. She had expected him to demand money, to ask for favors. But marriage? Children? “You can’t be serious,” she said, pulling back, but Dominic didn’t release her. His grip was firm but not painful, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. “Oh, I’m very serious,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You marry me, you give me a child, and in return, your brother’s debts disappear. He’ll be free. You’ll both be free. It’s a simple exchange.” Simple. The word rang in her ears. Nothing about this was simple. Dominic Knight was offering her a deal with the devil, and she wasn’t sure she could refuse. “But why me?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly. “You could have anyone.” Dominic released her then, stepping back, his expression unreadable. “Because you’re strong, Miss Lane. You fight. And I need someone who can survive in my world.” Sasha felt like the floor had been ripped out from beneath her. She didn’t know what to say, what to think. But Dominic wasn’t finished. “Take some time to think about it,” he said, walking back to his desk. “But don’t take too long. Your brother’s clock is ticking.” He sat down, his gaze never leaving her, and Sasha knew the meeting was over. She left his office in a daze, her mind spinning. Dominic Knight had just offered her the most impossible choice of her life. For days, Sasha couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. She kept replaying Dominic’s words over and over in her mind. Marry him. Bear his child. In exchange for Jason’s life. It was unthinkable, yet the more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t have any other options. If she didn’t do this, Jason was as good as dead. She stared at the contract Dominic’s lawyer had sent over, her fingers trembling as she flipped through the pages. It was all spelled out in black and white. A marriage of convenience, a transaction. She would be his wife for two years, give him an heir, and then she would be free. But would she ever truly be free from a man like Dominic? Sasha set the contract down, her decision made. She would sign it. Not because she wanted to, but because she had no choice. This was about survival—hers and Jason’s. And that was how Sasha Lane, the girl from the wrong side of the tracks, found herself about to marry Dominic Knight, the most powerful—and dangerous—man she’d ever met. But little did she know, her decision would pull her into a world darker than she could ever imagine. A world where the line between desire and destruction blurred, and there was no way out.The day of the wedding came too quickly, as if time itself conspired to rush Sasha toward her fate. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace of her dress. It clung to her body like a second skin, emphasizing every curve she would rather hide. Her dark hair was swept back into an elegant updo, and the makeup, done by an artist Dominic had hired, made her look more like a stranger than herself. Everything about this day felt wrong, like she was playing a part in someone else’s life. But this was her reality now—a contract bride to Dominic Knight.Her hands trembled as she smoothed the fabric of her dress, the weight of the situation crushing down on her. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to run, to get out before it was too late, but there was nowhere to go. Dominic owned everything—her brother’s freedom, her future, and now, her.A sharp knock echoed through the suite, pulling her from her thoughts. Sasha’s heart skipped a beat. Was it time already?The doo
Sasha stood frozen in place as Dominic’s hands slid down her arms, his touch claiming her, making it clear that she was his possession now. Every instinct inside her screamed to pull away, to run, but there was nowhere to go. She had made her choice, and there was no turning back.Dominic’s breath was hot against her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. She shuddered, not from desire, but from the overwhelming sense of being trapped. He was dangerous, a predator circling its prey, and now she was bound to him by more than just a piece of paper.He turned her around slowly, his fingers firm on her waist. The intensity in his dark eyes locked her in place as he examined her, as if he was sizing up his new prize. His expression softened for a moment, but it wasn’t kindness she saw—it was control, power.“You’re scared,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Good.”Sasha’s breath hitched. She opened her mouth to respond, but the w
The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Sasha’s room, casting a golden hue on the polished marble floors. Despite the warmth of the Italian sun, a chill had settled deep in Sasha’s bones. The impending gala, where she would have to wear the mask of Dominic’s obedient wife, loomed over her like a storm cloud. The uncertainty of what this event would reveal gnawed at her, and she had no doubt that something darker simmered beneath the surface of this business affair.She stood by the grand mirror in her room, gazing at her reflection. Iris, with her usual brisk efficiency, had already laid out the gown for the evening—a striking, deep crimson dress, fitted and designed to draw attention. Everything about it screamed elegance, yet all Sasha could see was how it turned her into a perfect doll, a showpiece for Dominic to parade.Her thoughts drifted to the night before. Dominic’s words—“You’ll learn to embrace this life”—echoed in her mind, sending a shiver down her spi
Sasha’s heart pounded as she watched Dominic disappear into a side room with Luca and the others. She had never seen him look like this before—tense, on edge, his usual mask of control cracking around the edges. It unnerved her more than she cared to admit. Whatever conversation was happening behind those closed doors wasn’t just business, it was personal. And dangerous.She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. This was her chance. She could either stand here, waiting like an obedient trophy wife, or she could seize this moment to learn more about the world she had been thrust into.Her eyes scanned the ballroom. The guests continued to mingle, sipping champagne and exchanging polite pleasantries, but she knew better than to be fooled by the surface-level elegance. Underneath the glitz and glamor, there were power plays happening all around her. She could feel it in the air—danger lurking beneath every whispered conversation, every knowing glance.Sasha straightened her p
Sasha’s heels clicked softly against the polished marble floors as she followed Luca to a secluded corner of the ballroom. The opulence of the room seemed to dim, the glittering chandeliers and elegant music fading into the background as the tension between them thickened. She kept her expression composed, but every fiber of her being was on high alert. There was something unsettling about Luca—something that made her skin crawl—but she needed answers, and he was the key to unlocking Dominic’s secrets.Luca led her toward a narrow hallway, away from the crowd, and stopped beside a tall, intricately carved door. He pushed it open, revealing a lavish private lounge beyond. Dim lighting cast shadows over velvet armchairs, a fireplace crackling softly in the corner. It was intimate, almost too intimate, and Sasha’s pulse quickened as she stepped inside, acutely aware of the danger.“Much better,” Luca said with a smirk, closing the door behind him. The click of the latch sent a chill down
Sasha’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood frozen in front of Luca, his eyes locked on hers with a predatory gleam. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as the seconds stretched into what felt like hours. Every instinct told her to run, to escape the dark web that was closing in around her, but she forced herself to stay calm.This was a dangerous game, one she had been thrust into without a choice. Now, more than ever, she had to be smart. She had to survive.Luca took a step closer, his smile widening into something more sinister. “You seem a little on edge, Sasha. Should I be worried?”Her breath caught in her throat, but she quickly masked her fear. She knew Luca was testing her, watching for any sign of weakness. If he sensed even a hint of hesitation, he’d pounce. She couldn’t let him see her sweat.“I was just surprised to see you here,” Sasha said, her voice steady as she met his gaze. “You seemed to disappear from the ballroom so quickly.”Luca c
Pain. That was the first thing Sasha registered as she slowly came to. Her body throbbed with it—sharp stabs in her side, a dull ache in her head, and a deep, pulsing bruise on her arm where the man had gripped her. She groaned softly, the sound barely audible in the cold, dark space surrounding her. Every muscle screamed in protest as she tried to shift, the memories of what had happened rushing back like a flood.Luca’s betrayal. Dominic’s fury. The man’s rough hands dragging her away, then the fall.She opened her eyes, blinking against the darkness. Her head spun, disorienting her for a moment as she tried to focus. Where was she? What had happened after she’d fallen?Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through her ribs. The floor beneath her was hard and cold, and as her vision adjusted to the dim light, she realized she was in some kind of underground room. There were no windows, only the faintest sliver of light seeping
Dominic’s gaze flicked over Sasha, chained and bloodied, his jaw tightening as rage simmered beneath his cold exterior. His dark, calculating eyes were locked onto Luca, whose smug smile wavered ever so slightly. Luca’s men shifted uneasily, glancing at each other, sensing the silent storm gathering in the air.Dominic took a deliberate step forward, his entire frame radiating a quiet, controlled fury. The room was dead silent, except for the muffled sound of Sasha’s labored breathing as she sat restrained in the chair, her wrists bound, her face pale and drawn.“What’s the matter, Dom?” Luca sneered, his bravado returning as he leaned back, folding his arms. “Upset I found your weakness?”Dominic’s mouth twisted into a humorless smile, his eyes never leaving Luca. “You’ve made a grave mistake, Luca,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Touching what’s mine? I won’t forgive that.”Luca scoffed, dismissing the threat with a wave of his hand. “You’ve gone soft, Dominic. Everyone
The air outside the cavern was thick with the scent of rain. Dark clouds loomed above the treetops, casting long shadows across the forest. The storm wasn’t here yet, but Sasha could feel it in the wind, the pressure shifting like an unspoken warning.Kai hadn’t said a word since they left the cavern. His jaw was clenched, his hands tense at his sides. Every step he took was purposeful, his body thrumming with barely restrained aggression.Sasha knew he was furious.Not just at Dorian, but at the entire situation spiraling out of their control.She wanted to say something—anything—to break the silence. But before she could, Kai suddenly stopped.His golden eyes flashed as he turned to her. “We need to leave the forest. Now.”Sasha frowned. “What? Why?”Kai’s muscles were tight, his shoulders tense. “That thing—whatever it was—it’s not done with us. And if Dorian is right, it’s only going to get worse.”Sasha swallowed. “So, what do we do?”Kai’s gaze darkened. “We go to the pack.”The
Sasha’s fingers trembled around the hilt of her dagger, her mind racing. Kai stood before her, his golden eyes now eclipsed by the abyss that had swallowed him whole. The shadowy figure loomed nearby, a dark presence that pulsed with power, its voice a whispered taunt in her ears.“There is only one way to free him… and it will cost you everything.”Her chest tightened. “What do you mean?” she demanded, keeping her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her insides.The figure stepped forward, its form shifting like black smoke. “His soul is bound to me now. You can break the bond, but to do so…” A pause. A cruel smirk. “You must take his place.”Sasha’s breath caught. “You’re lying.”“Am I?” The creature tilted its head, amused. “Feel free to test it. Strike me down, if you dare. Watch what happens to your precious mate.”Her grip on the dagger faltered. The cavern felt suffocating, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. If she killed this thing, Kai would die. If she too
Sasha’s breathing was ragged as she stood in the silent clearing, her fingers tightening around the dagger. The absence of Kai was a gaping wound in her chest, and the sinister laughter that had echoed through the forest still rang in her ears. The figure—whoever or whatever it was—had taken him.Her pulse pounded as she scanned the darkness, searching for any sign of where they had gone. The vortex that had swallowed the figure and Kai had vanished, leaving no trace behind. She clenched her jaw. I won’t lose him.The moment of stunned fear passed, replaced by a simmering determination. She forced herself to move, heading in the direction she had last seen the figure standing. The ground was disturbed, an unnatural chill lingering in the air. She pressed a hand against a nearby tree for balance, her body still aching from the blast of dark energy.A rustling noise made her snap around, dagger raised. Her heart leaped when she saw Ethan stumbling toward her, his face pale, his blue eye
Chapter 47: The Shadows StrikeThe air outside the collapsing chamber was heavy and damp, yet Sasha had never felt such a rush of relief. She and Ethan leaned against a jagged rock wall, their breaths ragged and labored. For a brief moment, the world around them was silent, save for the distant rumble of the collapsing ruins behind them.Sasha turned to Ethan, cupping his face with trembling hands. His skin was pale, his lips cracked, but his eyes were open—and alive. “We made it,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re safe now.”Ethan gave a weak smile, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. “Thanks to you,” he said, his voice hoarse.But before they could savor their reunion, a chilling howl echoed through the forest surrounding them. Sasha froze, her heart sinking. That howl wasn’t human—or animal. It was something else entirely, and it was close.Ethan’s head snapped up, his eyes darkening with recognition. “We have to move,” he said, urgency returning to his
Sasha’s consciousness returned in fragments—flashes of searing heat, whispers in a language she didn’t understand, and the bone-deep sensation of being watched. Her body ached as if she’d been crushed under the weight of a mountain, and her head pounded in rhythm with a distant, echoing heartbeat.When her vision finally cleared, she found herself lying on a cold, blackened ground. Shadows danced around her, alive and shifting, their shapes ever-changing. The air was thick and suffocating, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood and fire.“Where… am I?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the strange, haunting hum that filled the space.“You’re in its domain now,” a familiar voice answered.Sasha turned sharply, her heart leaping as she saw Solara standing a few feet away. The Guardian’s golden glow was dimmed, her once-brilliant form now muted and frail. She looked like a ghost of herself, her shoulders hunched and her eyes filled with weariness.“Solara!” Sasha scrambled
The passage narrowed with every step, its walls pressing in until they were forced to walk single file. The glow of the Heart lit their way, but its warmth felt faint compared to the oppressive cold that seemed to seep from the stone. The air was thick and damp, laced with an earthy, metallic tang that made Sasha’s skin crawl.“Stay close,” Alaric said, his voice low and cautious. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his eyes darting to every shadow that shifted along the walls.“I don’t think we’re alone down here,” Ethan muttered, his voice echoing ominously.Sasha’s grip on the Heart tightened. She could feel its power vibrating through her fingers, as though it were alive and aware of the danger surrounding them.“Is Lilith okay?” Sasha asked, glancing back.Ethan carried Lilith in his arms, her head resting limply against his shoulder. She hadn’t stirred since their fall into the abyss.“She’s breathing,” Ethan said, though his voice was tinged with worry. “But she’s not wak
The descent felt endless. The darkness swallowed them whole, disorienting and absolute. Sasha’s screams were ripped from her throat, lost to the roaring wind as they plummeted deeper into the void. The golden light of the Heart flickered in her grasp, struggling to pierce the oppressive black.Then, as suddenly as the fall began, it ended.Sasha hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud. Pain exploded through her body as the air was knocked from her lungs. She gasped, clutching her ribs, and looked around in panic. The ground beneath her was damp and cold, its surface slick like wet stone.“Ethan?” she croaked, her voice echoing eerily in the cavernous space. “Alaric? Lilith?”A groan came from somewhere to her left. Ethan staggered to his feet, shaking his head in confusion. His wolf form had receded, leaving him human again, his hair disheveled and his shirt torn.“I’m here,” he said, his voice hoarse. He moved toward Sasha, his eyes scanning their surroundings warily.Alaric was next
Lilith lay on the floor of Sasha’s small cabin, her breathing shallow, her face pale as moonlight. The room was deathly quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. Sasha hovered over her, her trembling hands brushing damp strands of hair away from Lilith’s face.“Is she going to be okay?” Ethan asked, his voice low, though the tension in it was unmistakable. He stood in the corner of the room, still in his wolf form, pacing in short, restless circles.“I don’t know,” Sasha admitted. The Heart sat on the table beside her, dim and lifeless now, as though it had given everything it had in the confrontation.Alaric leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched. He had barely spoken since they returned, his eyes fixed on Lilith’s motionless form.“She’s strong,” Alaric said at last, his voice quiet but firm. “She’ll fight her way back.”Sasha wanted to believe him, but the shadowy figure who had appeared just before they escaped the square haun
Sasha knelt on the cold, dust-covered floor of the now-silent library, the Heart of Eldara glowing faintly in her trembling hand. Her vision blurred, and a sharp pain throbbed at the base of her skull, as if the artifact itself was tearing into her soul. The room around her flickered, unstable, as though reality itself had been fractured by the ritual.“Alaric? Ethan?” she called out, her voice trembling.No answer.The stillness was suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of the Heart. She turned her head sharply at the sound of movement, only to see her reflection shimmering in the broken glass of the ritual bowl. But it wasn’t just her reflection—her eyes glowed faintly gold, mirroring the artifact’s light.Panic bubbled in her chest. Where were the others? What had she done?A faint, cruel laugh echoed in her ears again, making her heart pound.“I told you, Sasha,” Lilith’s voice cooed, disembodied and mocking. “You’ve made your choice. And now, so have I.”Sasha pushed to her f