The rain had started as a light drizzle, misting the streets of Mount Haven in a damp, eerie fog. By the time Ashwin left the bookstore, it had turned into a steady downpour, soaking through his thin jacket. He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he hurried down the slick pavement.
He hadn’t expected rain today. Then again, Mount Haven’s weather had always been unpredictable, much like the town itself. His apartment wasn’t far—just a few more blocks—but the cold was beginning to seep into his bones. The streets were nearly empty, the distant glow of streetlights flickering against the wet asphalt. Then, out of nowhere, a car barreled down the road, hitting a deep puddle. A sheet of icy water surged up and crashed over Ashwin’s legs. “Shit—!” He stumbled back, the chill shooting straight through his clothes. Water dripped from his jeans, his shoes squelching against the pavement as he tried to shake off the worst of it. The car skidded to a halt a few feet ahead. For a second, Ashwin thought the driver would keep going. But then, the door opened. A man stepped out. Him. Tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in all black, he moved with an unsettling kind of grace. The streetlights cast a faint glow over his face, highlighting sharp cheekbones and full lips curved into something that was almost—almost—a smirk. But it was his eyes that stopped Ashwin in his tracks. A striking shade of grey, deep and fathomless, but unnatural in their intensity. The irises were ringed with something darker, something shifting. And for a brief second, Ashwin swore he saw them narrow into slits before they returned to normal. A trick of the light. Had to be. The man approached, lifting a hand in something like apology. “Didn’t see you there,” he said, his voice low and smooth, edged with something unreadable. “Didn’t mean to soak you.” Ashwin exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, well, you did.” The black coffee stranger chuckled, the sound warm yet oddly amused. “Let me make it up to you,” he said, gesturing to his car. “I’ll give you a ride.” Ashwin hesitated. He wasn’t in the habit of getting into cars with strangers, but his clothes were already sticking uncomfortably to his skin, and the idea of trudging home in wet jeans was not appealing. The man must have sensed his indecision because he took a step back, hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Just a ride. No ulterior motives.” Ashwin eyed him warily. “And I’m just supposed to trust that?” “Would it help if I introduced myself?” the man asked, tilting his head. Ashwin huffed, but his curiosity got the better of him. “Go on, then.” The man’s lips curved into something slow, something knowing. “Ishaan Arthava.” The name rolled off his tongue effortlessly, smooth yet foreign in a way Ashwin couldn’t place. Ishaan extended a hand. Ashwin hesitated for only a second before shaking it. Ishaan’s grip was firm, his skin slightly cooler than expected. “Ashwin Lockwood,” he replied. The moment their hands met, something flickered in Ishaan’s expression. It was brief—so brief Ashwin wasn’t sure he had seen it at all. But it was there. A flicker of recognition. Like he already knew who Ashwin was. A strange, uncomfortable sensation curled in Ashwin’s stomach. “Nice to meet you, Ashwin,” Ishaan murmured, releasing his hand. Ashwin shook off the feeling. He was cold, wet, and exhausted. That was all. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll take the ride.” Ishaan’s smirk widened, but he didn’t say anything as he led Ashwin to the car. The inside of the vehicle was warm, a stark contrast to the cold outside. The engine rumbled softly as Ishaan pulled back onto the road, navigating the near-empty streets with ease. For the first few minutes, neither of them spoke. The rain drummed steadily against the windshield, the rhythmic sound filling the silence between them. Then, Ishaan broke it. “So, Ashwin,” he said casually, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “You’ve lived in Mount Haven long?” Ashwin glanced at him, noting the way Ishaan’s eyes flickered in the dim light. Still that strange, stormy grey—too sharp, too intense. “All my life,” Ashwin replied, shifting in his seat. “You?” “Just got here,” Ishaan said. Ashwin raised a brow. “Passing through, or planning to stay?” Ishaan’s lips quirked slightly, but his gaze stayed fixed on the road. “Depends.” “On what?” Ishaan turned his head then, just enough for Ashwin to catch the shadow of something unreadable in his expression. “On whether I find what I’m looking for.” A shiver crawled up Ashwin’s spine, but he forced himself to brush it off. “Right,” he said slowly. “And what are you looking for?” Ishaan didn’t answer immediately. His fingers drummed against the wheel again, a slow, deliberate rhythm. “A place to stay, for starters,” he finally said. “Somewhere decent. Thought you might be able to help.” Ashwin blinked. “Why me?” Ishaan gave him a sideways glance. “You seem like someone who knows the town well.” Suspicion prickled at the back of Ashwin’s mind. “You don’t have any friends here?” “No.” “Family?” “No.” Something about the way Ishaan answered unsettled him. It wasn’t just the words—it was the finality of them, the way they left no room for further questions. Ashwin exhaled. “There are a few inns in town. You could start there.” “I was hoping for something more long-term.” “Well, there are some rental properties—” “What about your place?” The question landed like a stone in the middle of the conversation. Ashwin stiffened. Ishaan’s tone was casual, but there was something beneath it. “How do you know I have a place?” Ashwin asked carefully. Ishaan’s smirk was barely there. “People talk.” Ashwin’s fingers curled slightly against his knee. “Yeah, well,” he muttered, “I’m not looking for a roommate.” Ishaan chuckled. “Didn’t think you were.” Something about the way he said it sent a strange heat curling under Ashwin’s skin. He didn’t think he was? Then why had he asked? Ashwin shifted in his seat. “I can help you find somewhere else,” he said, keeping his tone firm. “But I don’t rent out my spare room.” Ishaan hummed, his fingers still tapping lightly against the wheel. “Fair enough.” Again, he didn’t argue. Somehow, that made Ashwin even more uneasy. The rest of the drive passed in relative silence. Ishaan didn’t press further, and Ashwin kept his focus on the road ahead, trying to shake the lingering tension coiling in his chest. Soon enough, Ishaan pulled up in front of Ashwin’s bungalow. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, the streetlights casting long reflections on the wet pavement. Ashwin reached for the door handle, then paused. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the weight of Ishaan’s gaze, lingering even as he stared straight ahead. Maybe it was the strange, nagging feeling that this wasn’t the last time their paths would cross. “Thanks for the ride,” Ashwin said finally, pushing the door open. Ishaan inclined his head. “Anytime.” Ashwin stepped out, closing the door behind him. He took a breath, steadying himself before heading up the stairs to his apartment. He didn’t look back. Because somehow, he already knew Ishaan was still watching. And somehow, that realization sent a thrill of something unrecognizable through him.The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth. As he walked up the porch steps, he resisted the urge to glance back.The sound of Ishaan’s car driving off was the only sign that he had finally left.Ashwin unlocked the door, stepped inside, and let out a slow breath.The house was still and quiet, just the way he liked it.He barely had time to settle before his phone buzzed.Hayden.Hey, I heard about the storm. You okay?Ashwin sighed, rubbing a hand through his damp hair.Yeah, got caught in the rain, but I’m fine. Just tired.The response came instantly.Do you need anything?Ashwin shook his head, smiling faintly. Hayden was always like this—warm, steady, thoughtful. It was a sharp contrast to the strange, lingering tension Ishaan seemed to carry wherever he went.I’m good, promise. Let’s grab lunch tomorrow?Okay. Get some rest.Ashwin set the phone down and stretched. He needed sleep.But as soon as he closed his eyes, the dream started.He was underwa
Ashwin adjusted the display of freshly baked pastries at Mount Haven Bookstore and Café, his fingers brushing against the warm surface of a croissant as he arranged them neatly on the counter. The smell of coffee, sugar, and aged books blended into a comforting atmosphere that made it one of his favorite places in the world. He had been working for a few hours now, the usual routine keeping him occupied. The café was moderately busy for a weekday morning, with a few locals reading by the windows and some chatting over their breakfast. He had barely glanced at his phone all morning, so when it vibrated in his pocket, he quickly pulled it out, expecting a text from Hayden confirming their lunch date. Instead, Hayden’s name flashed across the screen with an incoming call. Ashwin swiped to answer. “Hey, babe,” he greeted, wiping his hands on a napkin. “You calling to tell me you’re early? Because I wouldn’t mind sneaking out a few minutes ahead of schedule.” There was a pause, followe
Ashwin wasn’t sure what made him finally agree, but here he was, standing in his small two-bedroom bungalow, leading Ishaan through the house while trying to ignore the heavy, heated gaze on his back.He had dressed comfortably, unaware he’d be giving someone a tour of his home—loose, oversized tee hanging off his shoulders and shorts that hugged his thighs in a way that made Ishaan’s attention linger far too long. It wasn’t just that Ishaan was looking. It was how he was looking.Every time Ashwin turned, Ishaan’s grey eyes flickered, shifting between their normal shade and something… different. Slitted. Like a predator watching prey.“This is the living room,” Ashwin said, motioning to the space with its deep brown leather couch and bookshelves lining the walls. “Kitchen’s through there.”Ishaan hummed, his voice low, deep, and appreciative. “Cozy.”Ashwin moved toward the hallway, leading Ishaan further inside. “Your room would be this one.” He gestured toward the door beside his o
Ashwin hummed under his breath as he moved around the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head before reaching for a mug. Sunlight poured through the windows, painting the cozy space in a golden glow, while the scent of fresh coffee and vanilla filled the air. Everything was warm, peaceful—like something out of a dream.Because it was.“I hope you made enough for two,” a deep, rich voice drawled behind him.Before Ashwin could react, a firm grip encircled his waist, pulling him against an impossibly broad chest. Heat radiated from the body behind him, strong and grounding, and he felt the familiar press of lips against the curve of his neck.Ishaan.The man was a furnace—big, solid, and undeniably warm. At nearly 6’4”, he towered over Ashwin, his body sculpted from muscle, broad shoulders tapering into a defined waist and powerful thighs. His presence was overwhelming in the best way, his arms thick and dusted with dark hair, his voice low and teasing.Ashwin huffed but didn’t pul
Ashwin hadn’t planned to go out today. Not when the town felt quieter than usual, not when his mind was plagued with thoughts of Hayden's sudden disappearance. But somehow, Ishaan had convinced him. With his smooth words and steady presence, he'd coaxed Ashwin into leaving the house, promising that a walk around town would help take his mind off things.“Come on,” Ishaan had said earlier that afternoon, standing by the front door with his arms crossed, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. “You need a distraction. Sitting inside won’t change anything.”Ashwin had hesitated at first, shifting on his feet. But he couldn’t deny that staying cooped up wasn’t helping, either. So now, here they were, walking through the streets of Mount Haven, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over the quiet town.They started at the town square, where Ashwin pointed out the small shops lining the cobbled streets. “That’s the bakery,” he said, nodding toward a warm-looking building with
After finding the bodies at the lake, Ashwin did his best to keep his distance from Ishaan. It wasn’t that he suspected him, but something about Ishaan—his presence, his gaze, the way his body had felt against him in the water—had Ashwin on edge.He buried himself in work at Mount Haven Bookstore and Café, but it didn’t help when Ishaan walked in like he owned the place, ordering the same thing as always: black coffee and macarons.“I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” Ishaan mused, leaning lazily against the counter.Ashwin didn’t look at him. “I’ve just been busy.”“Busy ignoring me?” Ishaan teased, his voice smooth.Ashwin glared at him, but Ishaan only chuckled, his gray eyes gleaming in amusement. Then he did something unexpected—he reached out and fixed the collar of Ashwin’s shirt, his fingers brushing lightly against Ashwin’s skin. It was nothing, just a small touch, but it made heat coil in Ashwin’s stomach.And Ashwin couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest o
The moon hung low over Mount Haven, its silver glow spilling over the landscape, casting eerie shadows between the trees. The night was thick with the hum of crickets, the rustle of unseen creatures, and the distant hoot of an owl. But none of it disturbed Ishaan as he moved through the dense woods, his bare feet silent against the damp earth.He had left the house quietly, ensuring Ashwin was deep in sleep before slipping into the trees. The cool night air wrapped around his heated skin, but he barely felt it. His mind was elsewhere—on the hunger that twisted deep in his gut, on the beast clawing beneath his skin.He reached the lake, the same one where he and Ashwin had swum earlier, though now it was quiet, undisturbed. The water was dark, its surface glassy and still, reflecting the night sky in shards of silver. Ishaan stood at the edge, his tall, broad frame bathed in moonlight. He let out a slow breath before shedding his clothes, the fabric falling away to reveal the powerful
The weekend sun poured through the open window, spilling golden light across the hardwood floor. A soft breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of pine and fresh morning dew. Outside, birds called to one another from the thick trees surrounding the house, their chirping a pleasant backdrop to the stillness inside.Ashwin stood at the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, his body still warm from sleep. He rubbed a hand over his face and ruffled his dark curls, his boxers hanging loosely on his hips. It wasn’t like he was trying to be indecent—this was his home, after all.And yet, he felt it.The heavy, unrelenting weight of Ishaan’s gaze.It prickled against his bare skin, tracing the curve of his spine, the sharp lines of his shoulders, the dip of his waist. Ashwin didn’t need to turn around to know Ishaan was watching him.Appreciating him.Ignoring the heat creeping up his neck, Ashwin grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured his coffee. “You’re up early.”Behind him,
The clinic was silent, but the tension inside those dimly lit rooms was anything but.Ashwin barely had time to catch his breath before Ishaan’s hand tightened around his throat again, just enough to remind him—this wasn’t a game he was going to win. Ishaan’s grip was firm, possessive, his other arm still wrapped around Ashwin’s waist, keeping him exactly where he wanted.“You like that, little snake?” Ishaan rasped against the shell of his ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.Ashwin trembled, his fingers curling around the cool sheets of the hospital bed, desperate for something to hold onto. His body was caught between the unrelenting heat of Ishaan behind him and the cold air brushing over his skin, an unbearable contrast that made him shudder.Ishaan’s hand drifted lower, skimming over Ashwin’s stomach before gripping his hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, amusement laced in his voice. “I haven’t even started yet.”Ashwin bit his lip,
The clinic had long since settled into a comfortable hush. The fluorescent lights hummed faintly, casting sterile glows on linoleum floors. The rhythmic beeping of heart monitors, the occasional rustle of papers at the nurses’ station, and the distant murmur of a late-night television in the waiting room were the only reminders that life continued beyond these walls.But inside Room 17, the world had narrowed to the two of them.Hayden stood at the edge of the hospital bed, arms crossed over his chest, his white coat unbuttoned and slightly rumpled from the long shift. His dark eyes were sharp, calculating, yet threaded with something dangerously close to amusement.“You’re not dying,” he stated, voice flat.Ohas, lounging against the pillows, tousled curls framing his face in careless disarray, pouted like a petulant prince. His golden-honey eyes gleamed under the dim lighting, half-lidded in mock distress.“But I could be,” he countered, pressing a hand over his chest with theatric
The clinic smelled like antiseptic, faint traces of lavender from the recently cleaned floors mixing with the sterile scent of medicine. It was a familiar scent, one Hayden barely noticed anymore.The night shift was slower than usual, leaving the halls eerily quiet, the fluorescent lights casting cold, clinical glows along the polished floors.Outside, the city hummed with life, but inside, time felt still, the silence broken only by the occasional beeping of a heart monitor or the hushed voices of nurses making their rounds.Hayden moved through the hallways at a steady, unhurried pace, clipboard in hand, while Ashwin trailed behind him, scribbling down notes with the practiced ease of someone used to his older brother’s rhythm.“You’re slowing me down,” Hayden teased, glancing over his shoulder.Ashwin shot him a flat look. “I’m writing everything down so you don’t forget.”Hayden smirked. “That’s what nurses are for, huh?”Ashwin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. They both knew Ha
Amira's entire body locked up. She could handle a scolding. She could handle Ishaan's wrath. But Dhruv? Her father would lock her up. Her heart pounded as Ishaan pressed further, his voice a dangerous hiss. "You know what he'll do, don’t you?" he hissed. "You won’t see the outside again without his permission. He’ll make sure you never slither a single inch past the borders unless he allows it." Amira's throat went dry. Ishaan wasn't bluffing. She knew her father’s overprotectiveness was nothing short of suffocating. If he found out she'd been sneaking around with Imara—if he even suspected she was involved in something reckless—he would lock her up. Panic surged through her. "Uncle, please," Amira whispered, gripping her arms. "I swear it wasn’t like that. I just... I was just making sure Imara was okay." Ishaan exhaled sharply through his nose, nostrils flaring. "You are just as reckless as she is," he snapped. "If you value your freedom, Amira, you will stay out
Shadows stretched long and deep as he and his brothers, Rakesh and Arora, stepped past the towering stone archway marking their home.The courtyard was alive with movement—eight younger siblings darting around, their laughter bouncing off the walls like echoes of a time when the triplets had been just as carefree.The youngest two had somehow clambered onto their father’s thick, coiled tail, giggling as Ohas lazily let them swing back and forth. Their mother, Hayden, sat nearby, sharp eyes flickering over them, his gaze like a predator’s waiting for the right moment to strike.Irvin had barely taken three steps before Hayden’s head snapped toward him, his pupils narrowing.“Irvin.”That was it. Just his name. And yet, it sent an entire chill down his spine.Rakesh and Arora immediately took a single step back, clearly knowing what was coming. Hayden lifted a finger, curling it in a slow, beckoning motion. “Com
The moons hung high in the sky, casting mixed hues over the dense jungle, the scent of damp earth and blooming nightflowers thick in the air. A soft breeze rustled the leaves as Imara slithered through the shadows, her long, pale hair shimmering like silk against the deep green of the foliage.She knew he was near before she even saw him.A strong arm shot out from the darkness, wrapping around her waist and pulling her against a warm, solid chest. Imara gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against the hard muscle beneath her palms.“You’re late,” Irvin murmured, his voice rich and low, vibrating through her.She huffed, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, the moonlight catching the sharp planes of his face, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. His hair, usually tied back, was loose in places, strands framing his angular jaw.“I had to be careful,” she whispered, though her pulse quickened from more than just the secrecy
Five years later...The sun hung low over the courtyard, casting golden light over the lush garden. The once-pristine flower beds were now in ruins, trampled by three mischievous little troublemakers who slithered around, their dark, mamba-like tails blending into the foliage.Their giggles filled the air as they played, completely unbothered by the destruction they left in their wake—until a sharp voice rang out."Get out of my garden!"The triplets froze, exchanging wide-eyed glances.“Uh-oh. Papa is angry,” one of them whispered.Without hesitation, all three turned and bolted, their little tails dragging leaves and dirt behind them as they raced toward the house.A moment later, Hayden slithered out, his movements fluid and graceful despite his irritation. His hair was pulled into a loose man bun, but a few strands framed his sharp features, sticking slightly to his forehead from the heat of the e
Ohas' golden-hazel eyes shone with an intensity that had never been there before. It was almost a year later and the sickness that had once drained him of his strength, his will, his very life, had vanished. His skin was warm again, no longer cold and brittle, no longer laced with the veins of the curse that had once gripped him. He was whole. He was alive.And right now, he was watching Hayden move above him, his gaze locked onto the way his mate's sweat-slicked body trembled with every bounce.The sight was mesmerizing—Hayden, flushed and radiant, his long hair clinging to his back and chest in damp waves, eyes hooded and lips parted as he panted. Every movement sent a rush of pleasure between them, a slow, teasing drag of heat that had Ohas gripping Hayden’s hips with reverence.He was healing well, but Hayden still insisted he drink the disgusting bitter concoctions he had prepared. Ohas had refused—until his cunning mate
A deep, gasping breath tore through Ohas’ lungs as he jolted awake. His body trembled violently, his tail—once blackened and rotten with the curse—striking against the frozen ground. But something was wrong.The pain that had been his constant companion for years was… gone.His mind reeled, trying to grasp the agony that had shaped him, the sickness that had made his every moment unbearable. But there was nothing. No burning under his skin, no black veins creeping through his flesh, no suffocating weight pressing on his chest. Instead, there was only exhaustion, a hollowness that left him gasping for air.His vision swam as he tried to adjust to the blinding reflection of the glaciers. Ice walls towered around him, jagged and pristine, no longer a prison but a reminder of what had just happened. He blinked rapidly, his pulse hammering—Hayden.His body reacted before his mind could fully register the sight. H