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?

Slowly, I began to push myself inside her. The tightness, the heat, the sheer 'rightness' of it... it was exquisite torture. It was the most pleasurable feeling in the world. Her breath hitched as I filled her, her walls clenching around me in a sweet, agonizing pressure. I pushed further, deeper until I was buried to the hilt.


Hot, white desire, sharp and insistent, pierced through me as he sank his cock into me... Slow. Deep. Wet. The sensation was overwhelming, like a wave of pleasure that threatened to drown me.


I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, my whole body shuddering with the raw intensity of the feeling. His pulsing cock stretched me, filled me, settled deep inside me, and a whimper escaped my lips, the only sound I could manage in that moment of pure, visceral sensation.


Chapter 80 - Chapter 80 [r-18]