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
“Exactly,” Morana said, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We’ll teach them to be brave, to stand up for what’s right, and to love fiercely.” After dinner, we moved to the living room, the kids nestled in our arms. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of lamps and the s
I leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, feeling as if we were the only two people in the world at that moment. “We did this together, Morana. Always together.” “Hey, you two lovebirds!” Rowan called from the doorway, a wide grin on his face. “Hazel wants to know if you’re ready for a family di
Adrian Blackthrone. Years later. I paced anxiously in the hallway of the hospital, outside the delivery rooms, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. Her cries from inside of the room make me feel more anxious. Today was a day we had both anticipated and dreaded—the day our liv
Adrian BlackthroneI heard it—a heart-wrenching cry that cut through the silence like a blade. “Adrian! Adrian!”My heart shattered at the sound. It was her voice, raw with pain and desperation. I woke up and pushed myself up. I glanced at the sword pierced into my chest and slowly pulled it out. M
"A test?" Adrian frowned, his brows drawing together. "What do you mean?"Selene’s eyes softened, and she gestured toward the waterfall. "Walk with me."He followed her, the pups padding alongside them as they made their way toward the water’s edge. The sound of the falls grew louder, a calming pres
A heart-wrenching cry from Morana echoed across the battlefield, so profound and full of despair that it felt like the earth itself wept in sorrow. The sound cut through the chaos, louder than the clashing of swords and the roaring of wolves. For a moment, everything stopped—the hunters, the witches
Morana Ambrose. I was on the verge of losing consciousness, slipping into the dark void that was beckoning me with open arms. But through the haze of agony, I could make out the witches surrounding me, their voices raised in urgent chants, their hands glowing with the raw power of magic. They were
This couldn’t be happening. Not now.Through the haze of pain, I heard Adrian’s voice in my mind, a desperate command, but I couldn’t understand it. The bond between us was crackling with urgency, but the pain was too overwhelming, too all-consuming. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think.Adrian howled
Morana Ambrose. My breath came in short, desperate bursts as I dodged another blast of black magic from Carlisle. His eyes glowed with malice, dark energy radiating from him in waves as he sent another spell flying toward me. He somehow gained more dark magic Adrian was beside me, his massive lycan