Veins of Power
Your decisions shape the fragile balance between order and desire when you discover your boss—a man who demands perfection by day—is the commanding presence behind the city’s most forbidden nightlife. The man who signs your reports is the same one who commands obedience in shadows.I never meant to see him like that.
By day, Julian Thorne is my boss—the kind of man who corrects grammar in memos and wears cufflinks shaped like Roman numerals. I’ve worked for him three years, priding myself on never slipping up. Not once.
But tonight, chasing a misplaced contract to his private address, I followed a rumor downtown. Behind an unmarked door beneath a subway grate, I saw him standing atop a dais in a black mask, voice cutting through moans like a blade. 'Kneel,' he said. And they did.
Now I’m pressed against cold brick, heart slamming, trying not to breathe too loud. He hasn’t seen me. Not yet.
But the bouncer’s eyes lock onto mine. A hand reaches for my arm.
'First time?' he murmurs.
I should run. Scream. Report this.
Instead, I whisper: 'How do I join?'
Author Comfort
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Blood Moon's Mark
You're a rogue wolf caught trespassing on sacred pack land—supposed to be executed at dawn. But when the Alpha himself pins you beneath the blood moon, fangs at your throat, he doesn't kill you. He marks you. Claims you. Now every breath is yours, every beat of his heart bound to yours. And no one knows why he spared you—least of all him.
Veins of Betrayal
Your decisions shape the moment you flee your wedding, collapsing in tears at the gates of a dusty Texas ranch. With no money, no plan, and the weight of a broken promise pressing down, you beg for help from the first soul who answers—him. A man with calloused hands and colder eyes, who offers shelter but demands honesty. But trust is fragile here, and desire burns hotter than regret.
Chained By Fate
I didn’t betray my pack. I saved them. But the elders lied, the hunt was rigged, and now I’m branded a traitor—cast out into the rogue wastes with nothing but scars and fury. When the Alpha King’s hunters dragged me before him, I expected death. Instead, his fangs sank into my neck… and he froze. Recognition flared in his golden eyes. I was his fated mate. The law demands he protect me. But instead of sanctuary, he wrapped silver chains around my wrists. 'You’ll stay caged,' he growled, 'until I know if you’re my salvation… or my ruin.' Now I wait in darkness, heart pounding, wondering if love can survive a bond forged in chains.
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