Adrian Blackthrone. Her moans of pleasure were like barbs in my flesh, pulling me closer to the limits and egging my desire for more."Adrian." She called my name and slightly lifted her hips to urge me on.Abandoning her beautifully perfect breasts, I continued to move lower. Down across the bell
Morana Ambrose. I woke up in the morning with every muscle in my body aching, a lingering reminder of the passion Adrian and I had shared through the whole night. Despite the soreness, a smile tugged at my lips as I recalled the way we had clung to each other. But now, as reality slowly settled in
Morana Ambrose. He was bound, his wrists tied with thick ropes that dug into his skin, leaving angry red marks. His shirt was torn, and blood dripped from a gash on his forehead, staining the floor beneath him. His face was contorted with pain and fury, but his eyes—those familiar, piercing eyes—we
I wanted to scream, to call out to him, but my voice felt trapped in my throat. What was happening? Who were these wolves, and why was Adrian killing them with such brutal intensity?My heart raced as I watched him take down another wolf, its body crumpling at his feet. The ground beneath them seeme
Morana Ambrose. When the world stopped spinning and I was pulled back to the present, I stumbled on shaky legs. My senses were clouded in confusion, a haze of fragmented memories and blood-soaked images from the past swirling around in my mind. Adrian—or rather, the terrifying version of him—still
My heart pounded as she continued. "Fate grew angry with Selene for creating such abominations. He condemned her creation, calling them unnatural and twisted. In his fury, Fate cursed the Dire Wolves. He decreed that they would never live longer than seventy years, and within that time, they would b
Morana Ambrose. "Connected? How? Why would his survival as a Dire Wolf cause the deaths of his mates?"Emile hesitated, her gaze flickering with a depth of sorrow I hadn’t seen before. "That’s what we’ve been trying to figure out. All we know is that when Adrian escaped the curse of the Dire Wolve
Morana Ambrose. The next day, my mind was a storm as I made my way through the mansion, heading toward Adrian’s office. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, each step carrying the weight of all the unanswered questions that had been swirling in my head since my conversation with Emile. The truth w