Jasmine's life had always been a cage, and Alaric, her stepbrother, held the key. His control began subtly, a seemingly protective concern that slowly twisted into a possessive obsession. As the Alpha, his power was absolute. He dictated her friendships, forbade any romantic relationships, and stripped her of all personal freedom.
Her one hope was her twenty-first birthday—a milestone that promised to change everything. She fantasized about finding her true mate, breaking free from Alaric's suffocating grip, and finally living a life of her own. But destiny, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor.
On the eve of her birthday, her hopes shattered. The person meant to be her one and only was the very man she despised—Alaric, her tormentor, her stepbrother.
The thought of being bound to him was a fate worse than death. How could she be mated to the man who had stolen her youth? A man who would stop at nothing to possess her completely? But in a world where love sours into possession and possession  draws blood, how far can one person truly run before they are forced to face the inevitable?

Small, breathless moans left her lips as I kissed her like I had been starved for years. "Every moan you make drives me fucking wild—don't stop."


I lifted myself and positioned just above her, and she let out a small gasp when she felt how fucking hard I was for her beneath the towel I had wrapped around my waist.


I yanked the towel off, flinging it to the floor. She stiffened beneath me immediately, and I stopped, giving her the time to catch her breath.


"Will it hurt this time?" She asked, her innocent eyes searching mine.


I couldn't tell her the truth, so I told her what she needed to hear. "No, baby, It won't. I'll be gentle."


She was certainly going to feel some pain, and me? I had no plans of being gentle. Not with this madness she was setting off in me.


Chapter 71 - Chapter 71 [r-18]