Chapter 4 Running from the Bond
CASS I left at dawn. Didn’t wait for the promised meeting. Didn’t say goodbye. Just teleported back to pack lands […]
CASS I left at dawn. Didn’t wait for the promised meeting. Didn’t say goodbye. Just teleported back to pack lands […]
CASS I attacked him at midnight. Stupid. Reckless. But I couldn’t stand it—the pull in my chest that demanded I
FOUR DAYS LATER ALARIC I didn’t want to be here. The witch territories smelled like earth magic and old grudges.
They buried my brother on a Tuesday. The Silverfang pack gathered in the sacred grove, dressed in mourning white, faces
My soulmate executed my brother. Fate still chose him anyway. 💬 Summary:Three months after her brother’s execution, witch Cassia Silverfang
There’s a moment that monster romance readers recognize immediately—the moment the heroine looks at someone horned, scaled, tusked, or clawed,
HANNAH Two years later. “Mama, Dada, hurry!” Greta’s voice from the living room. Two years old and bossy as hell.
OLIVER Three months passed. Three months without Hannah. No calls. No texts. Just radio silence from Vermont while I rebuilt
OLIVER I ran down the stairs. Out to the street. Flagged a cab. “Mount Sinai. Fast.” The hospital was chaos.
OLIVER The King Industries board made their offer formal. CEO position. Full restoration of stock options. Salary of twelve million