White Wolf Rising
I’ve spent years swallowing my whimpers, smiling through the bruises, pretending the hands on my body don’t leave scars. I’m Leena—fifteen when my parents died, sixteen when they called me 'property,' nineteen when I stopped counting how many times I was passed around. My wolf is small, white, fragile—but she’s still mine. And tonight, as the king arrives unannounced, I feel something shift beneath my skin. Not heat. Not fear. Something fiercer. Because the man in the doorway isn’t just royalty. He’s staring at me like I’m already his. And for the first time, I wonder if rescue doesn’t come with wings… but with fangs.My shoulder scrapes the cold stone wall as Jarek pins me, his breath hot and sour against my neck. "You’re gonna make this easy," he growls, one hand tearing at my thin shift. I squeeze my eyes shut, reciting the stars in my head—Lyra, Orion, Cassiopeia—anything to float above this. The grunt of effort, the slap of skin—it’s familiar. I don’t fight. I never do. Then the air changes. A hush. A presence like thunder before the storm.
I open my eyes just as the great hall doors burst inward. He stands there, cloaked in midnight, eyes black as voids. King Rhys. His gaze locks onto mine, and something primal stirs in his expression—rage, recognition, maybe reverence. Jarek snarls, "This is pack business!" but the king doesn’t blink. "That," he says, voice low and lethal, "is my future queen."
My breath catches. Queen? Me? The servant girl with dirt on her knees and fear in her veins? Rhys takes a step forward, claws emerging. Jarek shoves me aside, shifting mid-lunge. I hit the floor hard, but I don’t move. I watch. I wait. This is the moment everything breaks—or begins.
.Sehlence.
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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.
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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