Dakota It was way past midnight. My restless self couldn't sleep nor was my brain unable to shut off the racing thoughts that filled my head. My mind burned with the memory of that kiss with Axton. The taste of sweetness, like honey, still lingered on my tongue. I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips as if the kiss just happened moments ago. My mattress creaked with each movement and my body was awash with overlapping waves of pleasure. Quickly, I banished my thoughts and shifted my pillow, unable to find the right balance of comfort. The room was dimly lit with a single lamp on a nightstand casting a warm glow on Sara's sleeping face. The room was almost empty except for myself, Sara, and some other girls who weren't working that night. Sara was curled up in her bed, her breathing steady and rhythmic. The not-so-faint sound of laughter and chatter floated upstairs from the bar. Music seemed to grow louder, the beat pulsing through my body. I shut my eyes, trying to b

AxtonEarlier, Elias and I sat in the van and I drove through the desolate desert, the headlights cutting through the pitch-black night like a knife, illuminating the endless expanse of sand and rock. Our eyes scanned the landscape for any signs of trouble. Ever since I killed Blake's son, I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not even for a second because Xavier was going to gloat about it. So tonight was one of the many nights I sacrificed sleep to guard the border. Elias sat beside me, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "We need to recruit more warriors, Axton," he broke the silence. "Our pack is no longer safe. The threats are growing, and we can't afford to be outnumbered.""Recruit more soldiers? We can't just bring in anyone. We need strong fighters, not children or weak omegas. Building a stronger fortress is the key, not diluting our ranks with the feeble."Elias's brow furrowed and he jerked his chin in agreement. "I understand your concerns, but our enemies are closing

DakotaThe warmth of the sun crept in through the wooden window, casting soft rays of light across the room. I lay on the bed, my mind wandering to the night before, replaying the memories of Axton's fingers inside of me and the desire that still lingered in my body.Everything about last night was magical. The way he looked at me, the way he kissed me and sucked on my nipples made me warm with lust. I'd never experienced such intimacy from anyone. Not even with Marco. Axton was a sexually charged beast who knew how to please a woman. I hugged the pillow closer to my chest, holding on to the moment and savoring it as if it were my last.But as reality set in, guilt washed over me like a wave. I was setting myself up for heartbreak, but I couldn't help the feelings I had for Axton.He had left after causing me overlapping waves of orgasms, promising to come back later in the day."Damn this is wrong," I thought out loud. Marco filled my thoughts. I imagined him staring at me with a m

Dakota Ivan's piercing wail cut through the peaceful silence of the night, making my heart thump wildly in my chest. I panicked, adrenaline shooting through my system and feeling a sudden overwhelming sensation of dread. My feet leaped over a small obstacle in a maze and ran towards the sound of my child. He wailed with a feverish pitch, increasing my urgency. The more I inched closer, the farther his voice sounded. I paused to catch my breath, wondering where he was. His relentless tears grew urgent with pain with each passing moment. "Ivan, where are you?" I cried, my motherly instinct taking over. My feet moved quickly as I followed the sound. The maze was endlessly long and creepy, but I kept running with frantic footsteps and ragged breathing. When my fingers brushed against something slimy and cold, I jerked my hand back with a shudder of revulsion. A sudden gust of cold air made me shiver. But when I looked down, there was a faint light glimmering. I rushed towards i

AxtonIt was time. My family gathered in the private living room upstairs, anxiously waiting for the pack's lawyer to arrive. The air grew thick with tension like we were in a battleground and my mom drew the curtains closed, casting a heavy atmosphere like a storm brewing on the horizon. Imani whispered to her mate, and I dug my feet into the carpet, staring at the wall adorned with paintings of wolves. Whenever Xavier's eyes met mine, his gaze locked onto mine with a menacing intensity. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife, like a dense fog that refuses to clear. Xavier turned to me, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You know it should be me. I'm the elder one, and this is my right.""That's not what Dad wanted. He wanted a fair and just process for determining the next alpha." "Don't act like you know what Dad wanted! You were always the baby of the family, the one he cuddled and pampered."I scoffed. "Your bullying and intimidation won't work this time. If y