Caged Instincts
I don’t remember my name before this place. I only know the scent of antiseptic, the burn of silver in the air, and the silence where my memories should be. They broke us piece by piece—our strength, our pride, our will to shift. But when *he* was dragged into the cell beside mine, something primal roared back to life. A deep, ancient pull I can’t ignore. He’s a black panther like me. And somehow, impossibly… he feels like home. The humans call it a breeding program. I call it torture. But if he’s my true mate, then they’ve already lost. Because nothing destroys a caged beast faster than giving it something worth dying for.The air burns tonight—thicker with silver, choking my lungs every time I try to breathe deep. I press my forehead against the cold bars, claws twitching at nothing. Then I hear it: a low, pained growl from the next cell. A new prisoner. Male. Black panther. My pulse spikes before I even see him.
He’s slumped in the corner, wrists chained to the floor, fresh burns from the silver collar still smoking. But when he lifts his head, his golden eyes lock onto mine—and something inside me snaps into place. Recognition. Need. Terror.
He knows me. Or worse—he feels it too. The pull. The bond. I shouldn’t want him. This is a trap. It has to be.
But then he whispers, voice ragged but clear, "Yasmin… run when you can. Don’t wait for me."
A klaxon blares. Red lights flash. They’re coming. And I have to decide—do I play broken and stay silent, do I respond and risk us both, or do I test the bars and see if I can reach him before they do?
.Sehlence.
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Awakened By Fire
I didn’t know I was a myth until they came for me. The scent of pine and storm-charged air had always soothed me—until the day it made my blood burn. Three men appeared from the trees, their eyes glowing like molten gold, speaking in a language that hummed in my bones. They called me *Sorya*, their lost mate. But I’m not one of them. I’m human. At least… I thought I was. Now, something deep inside me is waking up—and it remembers them.
Frozen Lines
I never thought a line change could feel like a death sentence. Paired with Rhys Callahan—the golden boy of the NHL, all sunshine and easy grins—I should’ve felt lucky. But there’s something behind his smile, in the way he flinches at sudden noise, how his laughter never reaches his eyes. And me? I’m the opposite—silent, inked, dragging my ghosts through every shift. We’re fire and ice, and yet… when we’re alone on the ice, hearts pounding, breath fogging the air between us, I feel something shift. Something dangerous. This isn’t just about winning games anymore. It’s about surviving each other—and what we’re starting to feel.
Frozen Empire
I never meant to catch his attention. I was just following the code—a whisper in the system, a ghost in the machine. But when I found the worm buried deep in Carter Industries’ core server, it wasn’t just a security flaw. It was a key. And now Rhys Carter, the man who rules this empire like a king on ice, is staring at me like I’m the only person in the world who can thaw him. I don’t know what that means. I don’t even know how to feel desire—my mind doesn’t work that way. But something in his voice when he said my name… it made my pulse do something unfamiliar.
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