Suddenly, the door burst open, flying a meter away from its position. A figure stood at the center of the doorway, his chest heaved heavily. His sharp claws glistened in the dim light. His raven black hair was ruffled, and his eyes were silvery grey.

“Master…” I muttered, a small smile curved on my lips. ‘He came at last.’

The temperature dropped as his overbearing aura crept into every corner of the room. Damon didn’t charge or growl. He just walked forward slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. But something about him felt like the calm before a storm.

“Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was so calm, as if everything was alright.

Then came a sharp, horrifying sound like thick fabric tearing. A blood-chilling cry followed. “STOP! PLEASE! I didn’t touch her… I was wrong… please…!” Erik wailed. But another snap came, followed by a heavy thud against the ground.

 “Touch what belongs to me…” Damon murmured. His voice was low, steady, and terrifying. “…And this is what you get.”

A long silence followed. Then, slow footsteps echoed. “You’re safe now,” he said. He covered my body with his jacket and carried me out. The candle behind us flickered once more, casting one last glow on Erik’s bloodied remains… before it went out.



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When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent woman she once was.

Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas.

Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all.

Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break.

Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive.

She must outsmart a king.

She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her.

And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.

A deep growl rumbled from his chest. "Fuck… Ember… you are squeezing me." 


Every thrust elicited a groan from him.


My body writhed under him, my scream turning into music in his ears.


My breath caught, but I didn't stop him. 


He rolled his hips with more force, each stroke dragging a cry from my lips. My back arched, pressing my body closer to his. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound muffled under the rhythm of skin against skin and our tangled breaths.


"Fuck," he muttered again, his pace deepening. "You feel too good… I can't stop."


My fingers clawed down his back, searching for something to hold onto. His name slipped from my lips again and again, in moans, in gasps, in half-broken whispers.


He reached between us and circled my sensitive spot with his fingers, making my entire body jerk beneath him.


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