An alpha marked for death. A deadly assassin with nothing left to lose. Indira has spent years hunting dangerous werewolves as a skilled assassin. But this mission is personal-she's determined to find out what happened to her missing niece, Mira. When the ruthless Winona witch coven hires her to infiltrate the Skylaris wolf pack and kill its new alpha, Kalix Moore, Indira, more than glad to do so, senses a lead. Killing Kalix might finally get her the answers she needs. Kalix, a reluctant leader struggling to unite a divided pack, knows an enemy when he sees one. When Indira falls into his trap, he realizes she's no ordinary opponent. But with his own people turning against him and Indira's coven marking her for death, they'll have to trust each other to survive. Will they risk their lives-and their hearts-to uncover the truth?
Indira's POV
"Nervous?"
I snapped my head to Gretchen as her fingers brushed my hair back. The forest around us was thick with shadow, the members of the coven encircling us like vultures. Twenty one witches of them.
"Nervous?" I scoffed as I slapped her hand away. "I'm prepared."
This was a job-a deadly one, but I'd handled worse. I had taken down rogue werewolves just a few weeks back, tearing through them like they were nothing. Gretchen knew my reputation, and that was why she'd hired me as their mercenary.
Sure, money was part of it, but this job was personal. The Skylaris Pack held the answers to the mystery of my niece, Mira, who disappeared in their territory five years ago. I wasn't walking out of here without them-dead or alive, even if I had to claw it out of every last one of them.
Gretchen chuckled, casting a glance over her shoulder at the others. "You look like you're marching to your funeral, dear."
I shot her a glare. "I'm about to be sacrificed to a murderous pack of wolves. Or did you forget the plan?" Disguised as a witch in one of their rituals, I would be the lure, draw them in close, find Mira, and take down their alpha. Easy. Dangerous. And the only chance I had.
Her smile faltered as her gaze shifted toward the dark trees. "Their alpha now is Kalix Moore. You'll recognize him."
"How?"
"Trust me. You'll know."
That wasn't what snagged my attention, though. "New alpha?" I asked. "What happened to the old one?"
"Dead," she replied, voice low. "Kalix took over from his father-just as ruthless, just as hungry for power."
I clenched my jaw. Stories about Kalix's father-about the way he tore through his enemies-had been enough to fuel my anger for years. His son being like him meant this was no different. I'd dealt with worse, but this time, I had everything to lose.
I narrowed my eyes. "What's the backup if the wolves turn on us?"
"Once Kalix is dead, another will take his place. But... we have contingencies."
A cold gust slashed through the trees, biting through my skin. No layers, no jacket, which had made it too easy to hide my weapons.
A twig snapped somewhere in the darkness, and every head turned sharply. My pulse spiked.
"They're here," Gretchen whispered, her pale face under the moonlight. "Ready?"
I nodded, as I fought to steady my breath, the air thick with anticipation, or maybe magic. Hard to tell.
The coven parted, creating a path. Then, through the trees, the wolves emerged. Their massive forms glided into the moonlight, their yellow eyes glowing like beacons. At least twenty of them, all unnaturally large-werewolves, the Skylaris Pack.
Three humans stepped forward. The one on the left looked young, almost boyish, but his stance screamed danger-no fear, just readiness.
My fingers twitched. I could feel the cold of my dagger against my skin.
The wolf on the left was pure muscle, wild. His hair tangled with leaves and twigs, his chest bare and his presence powerful. I thought for a second it was Kalix-but then I saw him.
Kalix.
He was a force, standing six-five of solid muscle. His dark hair streaked with hazel, his jaw sharp, his eyes cold and assessing. He locked onto me, his gaze shifting-not with hunger or interest-but with disappointment.
I clenched my fists. Was I not good enough for him? Screw his arrogance. Taking him down would be a pleasure.
The witches closed in around me, and Gretchen's hand pressed against my back, nudging me forward. Kalix moved toward me, his gaze sliding over me. Damn him-he was too good-looking, and I hated how his presence made my skin crawl. I forced myself to look small, weak. A willing prey.
Gretchen's voice cut through the tension. "We offer one of our own and a piece of our magic in exchange for peace."
I softened my posture, folding my hands behind my back, trying to look helpless. The pack would smell any defiance a mile away. And I wasn't about to throw away my only shot by making them think I was a threat.
My stomach twisted.
Patience, I reminded myself.
If I struck now, the pack would tear me apart in seconds. Gretchen's assurances of protection were hollow promises.
I thought of Mira again, her face flashing in my mind. My heart burned with rage as I imagined Kalix's body lying at my feet. But then, in the quiet of my mind, I felt something else-his power, his strength. Damn it.
"Our sacrifice tonight has offered herself willingly and accepts the responsibility of this honored position," Gretchen announced, pulling me back. "She accepts her responsibility and will serve the Skylaris Pack in any way she can."
Serve.
The word sliced through me, sharp and venomous, conjuring images too raw, too close to the surface. I forced them back, blocking out the torrent of memories, of things I refused to face. I was here to kill Kalix, not to get lost in whatever this twisted connection was. Nothing more.
My niece's face flashed before me, and I pushed everything else aside. I'd kill Kalix, get my answers, and bring Mira back.
The witches closed in behind me, pressing hands against my back and nudging me forward. I stumbled, catching my footing just as Kalix stepped away from his wolves. Now, it was just the two of us in the center of the clearing, squared off, with witches on my left and wolves on my right. The air buzzed with anticipation.
The witches closed in behind me, their hands pressing against my back, guiding me forward. I stumbled, catching myself just as Kalix stepped away from his wolves. The clearing had cleared-just the two of us now, a tight ring of witches at my left, wolves at my right. The air crackled, thick with tension.
"Do you accept this sacrifice, Alpha Moore?" Gretchen's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
I lifted my chin, locking eyes with Kalix, forcing myself to stand firm. His gaze was like steel, cold and unwavering, but I met it with my own, defiant. No fear. Not a single ounce.
But something in the air shifted, something familiar yet foreign. The tension between us felt charged with something deeper. A whisper of recognition? I shook it off. That wasn't important.
"Do you?" Gretchen snapped, her impatience growing, but Kalix didn't answer.
A heavy silence blanketed the clearing but his eyes didn't leave mine. I could almost feel his thoughts scraping against mine, like claws, but I didn't let it affect me. My fingers twitched.
Then, out of nowhere, a howl shattered the night, followed by more, rising in a chorus of vicious cries that seemed to cut through the very air. My heart skipped. I should move, should grab my dagger, make it quick, make it clean. Run. But something rooted me to the spot.
It wasn't fear. It was... him.
"That's my son," he said coldly. "You disappeared because of him." "You told me to disappear!" I snapped. "You warned me to run before it was too late." His jaw clenched. "That was before I knew you were carrying my child." The air between us turned razor-sharp. His voice dropped. "He's mine. Admit it." I stiffened. "I see the resemblance." His eyes burned into mine. Six years ago, Mireille Montanari vanished. She faked her death, severed all ties, and ran from a life drenched in blood. She disappeared to escape the De Leone mafia, the betrayals, and most of all-Laziel De Leone. Now, she's Rachel-hidden, safe, and raising her son in a world built on lies. Until the devil from her past walks through her door. Laziel De Leone. The man she ran from. The man who hunted for her. The man who once killed for her. And the man who has no idea he has a son. Now the ruthless Don of the De Leone mafia, Laziel is more lethal than ever-and engaged to a Mexican mafia princess with a reputation for making problems disappear. He isn't here to negotiate. His demand is simple: marry him, or lose Zion forever. But before she can fight her way free, a ghost from her nightmares resurfaces. Alfred De Leone was supposed to be dead. He's not. And he wants Mireille back-no matter the body count. Then Zion is taken and Mireille is missing. And Laziel faces an impossible choice-his empire or his family. But even if he chooses her, even if he carves through an army to get their son back... will he be too late?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
I'm a Luna. After three years of marriage to Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood, I'm finally pregnant with his pup. But he's unclaimed me for his first love. I'm leaving the pack with this secret, praying he never finds out. Nathaniel Blackwood is a handsome, powerful Alpha. In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, he has it all: a billion-dollar empire, untold power, a massive pack, and, most importantly, the perfect Luna. But the return of his first love shattered our marriage. When he finds out the secret I've been hiding, will he regret rejecting me? Will I ever be able to forgive him? Dive into this gripping serialized novel to find out more-Enjoy the ride!