LOGINShe had taken away his best friend, and he was determined to make her pay dearly for her regrettable mistake. A ruthless mobster is willing to make a girl suffer firsthand for daring to kill his best friend, even if it was in self-defense. He will show no mercy, and simply repaying her in kind won't suffice; he knows death would be too easy for her, which is why he kidnaps her, subjecting her to a true living hell. Elisa is an exotic dancer who uses her body to attract the attention of men who pay well, money that she uses to pay for her university studies. A virgin and naive girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eliminating every friend or acquaintance around her wouldn't be enough. His hatred is lethal and his resentment imminent. An enchanting and unknown weakness for the mafia, and a beautiful misfortune for the sweet innocent. She only wanted easy and quick money to pay for university, and now she must pay a blood debt for defending her honor. How long will that justice with a taste of revenge last? And what if that justice turns out to be a double-edged sword?
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"She is the only omega in the whole Nightfall Haven who can carry your pup," Caelan Nightbane said.
"Bring her in," Lucien Nightbane replied.
I could not open my eyes. My body burned with heat. My omega wolf whimpered inside me, trapped and helpless. I clawed at my clothes because my skin felt like fire. "Please, it is too hot," I whined.
The heavy door of the den shut with a loud thud. A tall, strong male walked toward the bed. I tried to see him, but my vision stayed dark and blurry. Even with my sight gone, his scent hit me hard. He smelled like power and wild ash. His alpha presence pressed down on the room so heavy that I could not catch my breath.
He stepped onto the bed. His weight pushed me into the mattress. The moment his cold skin touched mine, the burning heat inside my chest calmed down. I needed that coldness. I arched my back and pressed myself against his hard chest. "More," I mumbled, pulling him closer.
Lucien took off his clear-lens glasses. He folded the arms closed, one side at a time, setting them on the small table. His eyes went dark. "Do not move," he growled. His voice was low and smooth like velvet.
The Nightbane royal bloodline had rare wolf blood. No ordinary female could bear their young, but my omega body matched his alpha core. He did not come to this den for love. Elder Viktor Nightbane had ordered him to get an heir for the pack. But when my small hands rubbed over his arms, his pack restraint snapped.
He grabbed my waist with strong hands and flipped me onto my stomach. "You asked for this, female," he growled into my neck.
A sharp pain sliced through me as he claimed me. I screamed into the pillow. My mind cleared for a single second. Who is this alpha? What am I doing here?
I remembered going to the Ashwolf Moon Hall to get my mother’s ring back from my stepmother, Moira Ashwolf. But Moira had spiked my drink with wolfsbane and locked me away. When I woke up, I was trapped in this dark room.
Lucien thrust into me hard, cutting off my thoughts. "Ow! Stop!" I cried out, but he did not slow down. He held me tight by my hips. Sweat dropped from his forehead onto my back. He moved over me like a wild beast, using his strength to hold me down while my cries filled the room.
When the mate heat exploded inside us, I threw my head back and gasped for air. My body went weak, and everything turned black. My long black hair fell over my shoulder, exposing the dark mark on my neck shaped like a butterfly.
Ten months later, inside the cold room at the Moonfang Healing Sanctuary, I gripped the side rails of the bed. My knuckles turned white. My body was ripped in two. "Argh! It hurts!" I screamed.
"Keep pushing, Freya," the Moon Healer said. "The pup is coming."
A loud cry echoed through the room. A baby boy.
"Your duty is done," a cold blood physician said, stepping close. "You have no right to this child."
I lay on the blood-stained sheet, too weak to lift my arm. Tears rolled down my face as I watched them wrap my baby in a white cloth. "My pup... give me my baby..." I sobbed, but no one listened.
After that night with the unknown alpha, the Nightbane sentinels had locked me in a house guarded by Rogue Blood Hunters. They told me if I gave them the child, my brother, Rowan Ashwolf, would get the rare herbs needed to heal his frozen legs and weak heart.
Our stepmother, Moira, had kicked us out of the Ashwolf Pack and stopped all healing care for Rowan. I had no choice. I had to save my brother’s life. But after holding that pup inside my belly for ten months, feeling his little kicks, my heart broke into pieces.
Outside the sanctuary, a dark carriage waited under the trees. Elder Viktor Nightbane sat in the back. His gray hair shone in the moonlight.
A blood physician ran out with the crying pup. "High Elder, it is a healthy alpha boy!"
Elder Viktor took the baby into his arms, his face breaking into a cruel smile. "The Nightbane bloodline continues." Then his face turned hard as iron. He looked at the sentinel beside him. "Tell Lucien that the omega took ten million pack coins and ran into the night."
"Thank you..." She didn't know how to address him, as she couldn't remember if he had told her his name before."Arnold.""Arnold," she replied with a smile. "I'll step outside for a moment, I need some air," she excused herself."Go ahead."The brunette made a small bow to him, as she wasn't too used to dealing with formalities in that culture.She wanted to be outside to see if she could find Igor and talk about the afternoon, but she quickly remembered it was Saturday and she would probably see him in a couple of hours.As she was heading for the exit, Samuel blocked her way, and she frowned. Was Andrei now controlling her to prevent her from leaving that part of the house?"Yes?""Andrei wants to see you.""Andrei is talking to a woman, so I doubt he wants to see me," Elisa replied somewhat angrily. "And if he really wants to see me, tell him to stop sending messengers and to stop being an idiot," she continued on her way, and Andrei's man smiled.That girl had grown up so quickly
Idiot Andrei, he was an idiot and didn't deserve her love, her tears, or her sadness.He deserved a prostitute who wanted his money and sex, nothing more, not a girl like her who offered him pure and sincere love.“Fine…” she got up and climbed off Andrei, and he frowned, surprised by his own reaction, realizing he didn't really want her to get off. “You're not doing your job right, I told you that to get back into my pants you were going to have to lie to me, but you're still being insensitive…” she started walking away without looking back, just walking angrily, and he watched her from his spot."That stubborn, obstinate girl," he thought, rolling his eyes.Elisa, for her part, slammed the door and threw herself onto her bed to cry, thinking about how miserable she was, with a man who was unwilling to let himself be loved and also, with a guy like Igor, so sweet and tender who had confessed his love to her.She thought about the irony of her situation and again wished to be far away
"Promise you won't drive drunk again?" she continued hugging him."I promise..." He stopped looking at his leader to look at Elisa, gently moving her away from his shoulders, without alarming himself or anyone else.He wasn't sure how much Andrei had heard, but his gaze didn't seem like a threat either.Elisa smiled as she watched him stand up. She offered her hand to help her up, and she accepted it, looking at him with a smile bidding him farewell, and he reciprocated.When he turned around, he found Andrei looking at the dummy, and when he saw her from the corner of his eye, he then turned his gaze. That scared her. Why hadn't Igor said anything or reacted? What did he intend with that or what did it mean?"Hello..." she greeted him, and he continued to look at her face without any expression.That distressed her and slowly killed her hopes; it was like living day by day in a slow and complete torture."Hello," he approached her a few steps, while she hesitated to step back or sta
Her bed felt so cold! She didn't want to move because every other place felt equally chilly, and she longed for warmth.Pouting, she remembered that this was the first night she had spent alone in quite some time, and that brought Igor to mind.She couldn't help but smile. How were they supposed to talk now? Would it be right to pretend that nothing had been said?Of course, pretending wasn't right; it was rude and could hurt that strange yet adorable blonde boy. But she was also scared; she feared Andrei's reaction if he found out. What would he do to Igor?She couldn't bear to see him in trouble because of her. She didn't want him to lose everything he had gained just because of her.Elisa missed seeing Igor come into her room to deliver Andrei's messages. It wasn't necessary anymore, as now it was the leader himself who would talk to her, or rather, he was the one she saw every day when she woke up.Andrei... She missed him and closed her eyes. Why couldn't she fall in love with Ig
"It 's your turn.”Elisa Morrison nodded, rising imposingly. Her 15-centimeter heels gave her a sleek, commanding, and sexy look.She was slender, with green eyes and silky brown hair. Her golden and black outfit adorned with sparkling stones gave her a ravishing, bewitching appearance; an Arabian
By nightfall, Elisa was dressed in her new clothes: a tight-fitting short white dress that accentuated her curves and waist with silver detailing, along with revealing her legs, paired with black heels.At least it didn't have a grotesque neckline and covered her buttocks, which was enough for her.Sh
If he was going to dismiss her like that, as if mocking her, then she didn't want to stay there, no matter how much she wanted to be close to him.She closed the door behind her and stood in the hallway, feeling the urge to cry with a hand on her neck.She didn't want to return to her room, where she
Elisa looked at him confused, somewhat stunned by his radical change in attitude.Andrei, on the other hand, looked into her eyes with that empty gaze he usually cast upon everyone, incapable of showing a hint of warmth or any other noble sentiment."You... you're sick," the brunette spoke then with d






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