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Aliyah stood close to the window, her arms crossed as Auston paced the living room like a man on the edge of losing his mind. His hands fidgeted at his sides, his shirt damp with sweat. Every step he took seemed heavier, more frantic, like he couldn’t stop moving or he’d break.“She can’t be here,” Auston said, his voice low but tight, like a live wire ready to snap. He dragged a hand down his face, his fingers tugging at his jaw. “What the hell is wrong with her? She’s gonna get us both killed. You get that, right? My life, your life—everything.”Aliyah leaned against the wall, unimpressed. “You’re being dramatic,” she said flatly. “Just tell her to leave. Problem solved. I even thought you're being all dramatic because you killed someone– but here you are tilting out of control because of some cheap thing”Auston stopped pacing and turned, his eyes wild. “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice breaking like he was holding back something worse. “Eve doesn’t just... go away. She’s in w
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy A Hot Mess
They’d locked Eve in the backseat like she was some kind of afterthought. The car reeked of stale cigarettes, the kind of smell that sticks to your skin no matter how much you scrub. She glared out the tinted windows, trying to steady her breath. Marcus was still upstairs. Still with [Auston] and that was bad news.Her gut twisted. She’d brought these men right to him—she might as well have handed him over on a platter. *Auston…* Her chest ached. He was the only person who ever made her feel anything, and now he was paying the price for her mistakes.Eve clenched her fists, willing the tears to stay put. Crying wouldn’t change anything.“I gotta take a piss,” one of the guys muttered, already pushing the door open.The other one with a neck tattoo just shrugged and took another drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light. He didn’t bother rolling the window down, letting the smoke swirl around the cramped car like a slow death.Eve forced herself to sit still,
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy THE FALL AND THE FURY
Auston's POV A punch for a punch. The house didn’t just take damage—we tore it apart. Walls cracked under the weight of our bodies slamming into them, furniture snapped like kindling, glass littered the floor in sharp, glinting shards. But Marcus… Marcus made sure every hit meant something. Not just pain. Humiliation. He enjoyed every last bit of it.Every time he drove me into the wall, he made sure to talk. "You got black fur," he mused, cracking his knuckles before slamming a fist into my ribs. I barely had time to wheeze before he caught me by the scruff and shoved me back. "Had an uncle with black fur once. He died. Hunted down by those better than him”. I growled, but I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t snarl something back like he wanted. I wasn’t like him. In this form, I couldn’t talk. Only howl, only snap my teeth. And maybe that was why he was enjoying this so much. He circled me, slow, savoring it. "But those eyes…" He squinted, then grinned. "Nah. Never seen blue before. B
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy A House Divided
The butler stood at the study door, hands clasped neatly behind his back. “He’s been waiting at the lounge all evening, sir. Wouldn’t do much good if you came and saw him for yourself.”Harrison Pembroke looked up from his desk, his pen hovering above the parchment. He sighed, a deep, weary sound. “What does that boy want now? He hardly visits, and today, of all days, he decides to disturb my paperwork.”The butler’s lips twitched, suppressing a smile. “He still came, regardless. It must be important. And… he’s receiving treatments from the house nurse.”Harrison set the pen down and gestured dismissively. “Very well. Tell him I’m coming.”Marcus lay sprawled on the lounge couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Two nurses were stitching the wounds on his wrist. As Harrison entered, Marcus winced, and Harrison immediately raised a hand, his voice sharp. “Leave us.”The nurses gathered their supplies and hurried out, leaving Marcus alone with his father. Harrison poured himself a gl
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy A Certain kind of Price
AUSTON'S POVSomething was breathing down my neck—I swear I wasn’t myself. A soft hand gripped my wrist, and I tried shaking it off, but I couldn’t. It was too tight. Yet, I could still feel like I was fighting for my life. Someone should help me. I need to stay alive, or I’ll die. Or Aliyah? Where’s Aliyah? Tilting my head, I inhaled a sharp dose of disinfectant, and my skin crawled. I was blind to what was happening around me. *Wait, blind? No—wake up. You need to wake the fuck up.*I jolted, kicking my feet wildly, but the grip around my wrist tightened. “Would you quit thrashing around like a child? You’ll spill everything,” a voice snapped, catching me off guard. I paused, gasping for air.“Aliyah?” I rasped, my voice cracking. “Is that you?”“No, it’s Eve. Aliyah’s dead.”The words hit me like a hammer to the skull. I froze, my breath hitching. Slowly, I forced my eyes open—eyes I thought were no longer there. The memory
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy Aftershore.
I’ve turned this city inside out for Aliyah. Hospitals. Back alleys. Morgues. Nothing. Not a fucking trace. Nurses swore they never wheeled her in, never tagged her body. Bullshit. She didn’t evaporate.I needed answers. That’s why I reached out to Eve. I emailed her an hour ago, and now I’m sitting under a shaded awning, overlooking the city. The breeze is cool, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me. My fingers tap restlessly against the table, my leg bouncing under it. I’m wound up, ready to snap. I hear her before I see her. The sharp click of her heels against the pavement cuts through the hum of the city. She walks up to me, her posture confident, but there’s something in her eyes—something guarded. She stops a few feet away, crossing her arms over her chest. “You finally have a reason to reconsider my offer,” she says, her voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. I don’t respond right away. My jaw tightens as I look up at her. She’s assuming things, fillin
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy A Hero's Fall
Chapter OneThe evening air bit at my skin as I trudged home, the cold seeping into my bones like an old memory I couldn’t shake. Today felt off. The streets were unnaturally quiet, save for the occasional whisper of wind through the bare trees. The scent of roasting and frying wafted from neighboring houses, dragging me back to moments I preferred not to relive—family dinners, my mother’s warm smile, and the taste of happiness that now felt foreign on my tongue.I sighed and pressed forward. The city felt drained tonight, hollow. Unlike the days when rain would drench my clothes and soak through my briefcase, the snow now coated the ground like a hushed promise of the holidays. Christmas was closing in.By the time I reached my apartment, my toes throbbed from the long walk. I’d been saving every penny, stretching my meager salary to buy food for myself and Timmy, the old man who slept on the bench outside my building.Timmy was in his late eighties and spent his days tidying up the
The Alpha's Billion-dollar Legacy On The Run
Chapter two.I woke to the beeping of machines and the sterile smell of disinfectant. My head throbbed, and my body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. Tubes ran into my arms, pumping blood into my veins as if to keep me tethered to this world.I blinked up at the ceiling, struggling to piece together where I was and how I’d gotten here. The last thing I remembered was the sound of Eve’s scream, the thugs closing in, and then—darkness.The room was silent. Not my apartment, that much was obvious. I tried sitting up, but a sharp, searing pain shot through my ribs, forcing me back down with a groan. Broken ribs, probably. Fantastic.Before I could process further, the door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, clipboard in hand and a polite smile on her face. She had that practiced air of someone who’d seen worse but wasn’t about to let me know it.“Well, look who’s awake,” she said, walking closer. “How are we feeling this morning? Still in one piece, I hope?”“Where am I
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I’ve turned this city inside out for Aliyah. Hospitals. Back alleys. Morgues. Nothing. Not a fucking trace. Nurses swore they never wheeled her in, never tagged her body. Bullshit. She didn’t evaporate.I needed answers. That’s why I reached out to Eve. I emailed her an hour ago, and now I’m sitting under a shaded awning, overlooking the city. The breeze is cool, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me. My fingers tap restlessly against the table, my leg bouncing under it. I’m wound up, ready to snap. I hear her before I see her. The sharp click of her heels against the pavement cuts through the hum of the city. She walks up to me, her posture confident, but there’s something in her eyes—something guarded. She stops a few feet away, crossing her arms over her chest. “You finally have a reason to reconsider my offer,” she says, her voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. I don’t respond right away. My jaw tightens as I look up at her. She’s assuming things, fillin
A Certain kind of Price
AUSTON'S POVSomething was breathing down my neck—I swear I wasn’t myself. A soft hand gripped my wrist, and I tried shaking it off, but I couldn’t. It was too tight. Yet, I could still feel like I was fighting for my life. Someone should help me. I need to stay alive, or I’ll die. Or Aliyah? Where’s Aliyah? Tilting my head, I inhaled a sharp dose of disinfectant, and my skin crawled. I was blind to what was happening around me. *Wait, blind? No—wake up. You need to wake the fuck up.*I jolted, kicking my feet wildly, but the grip around my wrist tightened. “Would you quit thrashing around like a child? You’ll spill everything,” a voice snapped, catching me off guard. I paused, gasping for air.“Aliyah?” I rasped, my voice cracking. “Is that you?”“No, it’s Eve. Aliyah’s dead.”The words hit me like a hammer to the skull. I froze, my breath hitching. Slowly, I forced my eyes open—eyes I thought were no longer there. The memory
A House Divided
The butler stood at the study door, hands clasped neatly behind his back. “He’s been waiting at the lounge all evening, sir. Wouldn’t do much good if you came and saw him for yourself.”Harrison Pembroke looked up from his desk, his pen hovering above the parchment. He sighed, a deep, weary sound. “What does that boy want now? He hardly visits, and today, of all days, he decides to disturb my paperwork.”The butler’s lips twitched, suppressing a smile. “He still came, regardless. It must be important. And… he’s receiving treatments from the house nurse.”Harrison set the pen down and gestured dismissively. “Very well. Tell him I’m coming.”Marcus lay sprawled on the lounge couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Two nurses were stitching the wounds on his wrist. As Harrison entered, Marcus winced, and Harrison immediately raised a hand, his voice sharp. “Leave us.”The nurses gathered their supplies and hurried out, leaving Marcus alone with his father. Harrison poured himself a gl
THE FALL AND THE FURY
Auston's POV A punch for a punch. The house didn’t just take damage—we tore it apart. Walls cracked under the weight of our bodies slamming into them, furniture snapped like kindling, glass littered the floor in sharp, glinting shards. But Marcus… Marcus made sure every hit meant something. Not just pain. Humiliation. He enjoyed every last bit of it.Every time he drove me into the wall, he made sure to talk. "You got black fur," he mused, cracking his knuckles before slamming a fist into my ribs. I barely had time to wheeze before he caught me by the scruff and shoved me back. "Had an uncle with black fur once. He died. Hunted down by those better than him”. I growled, but I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t snarl something back like he wanted. I wasn’t like him. In this form, I couldn’t talk. Only howl, only snap my teeth. And maybe that was why he was enjoying this so much. He circled me, slow, savoring it. "But those eyes…" He squinted, then grinned. "Nah. Never seen blue before. B
A Hot Mess
They’d locked Eve in the backseat like she was some kind of afterthought. The car reeked of stale cigarettes, the kind of smell that sticks to your skin no matter how much you scrub. She glared out the tinted windows, trying to steady her breath. Marcus was still upstairs. Still with [Auston] and that was bad news.Her gut twisted. She’d brought these men right to him—she might as well have handed him over on a platter. *Auston…* Her chest ached. He was the only person who ever made her feel anything, and now he was paying the price for her mistakes.Eve clenched her fists, willing the tears to stay put. Crying wouldn’t change anything.“I gotta take a piss,” one of the guys muttered, already pushing the door open.The other one with a neck tattoo just shrugged and took another drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light. He didn’t bother rolling the window down, letting the smoke swirl around the cramped car like a slow death.Eve forced herself to sit still,
A Love Song for the Damned
Aliyah stood close to the window, her arms crossed as Auston paced the living room like a man on the edge of losing his mind. His hands fidgeted at his sides, his shirt damp with sweat. Every step he took seemed heavier, more frantic, like he couldn’t stop moving or he’d break.“She can’t be here,” Auston said, his voice low but tight, like a live wire ready to snap. He dragged a hand down his face, his fingers tugging at his jaw. “What the hell is wrong with her? She’s gonna get us both killed. You get that, right? My life, your life—everything.”Aliyah leaned against the wall, unimpressed. “You’re being dramatic,” she said flatly. “Just tell her to leave. Problem solved. I even thought you're being all dramatic because you killed someone– but here you are tilting out of control because of some cheap thing”Auston stopped pacing and turned, his eyes wild. “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice breaking like he was holding back something worse. “Eve doesn’t just... go away. She’s in w
Shadows of Obsession
Eve’s phone buzzed for the tenth time today—Marcus. Again. She rolled her eyes, throwing the damn thing onto the couch as if it had a life of its own. The man wouldn’t stop calling, couldn’t take a hint if it slapped him in the face.“Doesn’t know when to quit,” she muttered, her rubbing against her wrist. If he didn’t hear from her soon, he'd start sending those stupid boys around. But honestly? She couldn’t care less. She was tired of dealing with his bullshit. The worst he could do was grab her, rough her up with a terrible sex, treat her like a rag doll for an hour, then toss her back on the street like she was just another conquest. But she wasn’t scared of him. She knew what he was.What really got to her, though, was Auston. The boy was the puzzle she couldn’t solve, the one thing that had her spinning in circles. She’d called him more than Marcus had called her—hell, more than anyone in her life had ever called her. And yet? Nothing. He was avoiding her, and she couldn’t figu
The Space Between.
Author's POVVinnie’s body was rolled into the driveway of Marcus’s sprawling bungalow, the kind of house that made one thing clear: whoever lived there didn’t just have money—they had power. The oversized double doors, the perfectly manicured lawn, the sleek black cars lined up like soldiers—everything screamed control. Inside, the walls were adorned with enormous portraits of Marcus as a boy, always standing next to his stern-looking father. Not a single photo of his mother hung in sight, which told its own story.Outside, Vinnie’s lifeless body was placed on a gurney, a blanket draped over his still form. Around him stood Marcus’s men, dressed in black from head to toe, their arms folded across their broad chests. They kept their heads bowed slightly, a quiet show of respect, though the air around them felt thick with unease.Marcus paced around the body like a predator circling prey, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of his dead friend. The memories clawed their way to the sur
Shaken, Not Stirred
Chapter Eleven. Auston's POV. Okay, okay Auston get shit together, okay , you need to get yourself together because honestly, I’m was totally screwed. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, sweat dripping off me like I’d run a marathon. Every sound outside made me flinch, my. Standing by the window, I peered through the blinds for the hundredth time My sweater was sticking to my skin—hot, damp, and stained with his blood. Shit. The sweater had to go. I yanked it off and flung it onto the floor like it burned. My feet wouldn’t stop pacing, back and forth, back and forth, like somehow the movement could shake off the panic spiraling inside me. My hands were clammy, trembling at my sides. What was I supposed to do? How the hell was I supposed to explain this to Aliyah? She helped me, sure, but she didn’t sign up for this. I could already picture her face if she found out. God, I was spiraling. My lungs burned as I tried to breathe, but it was like I couldn’t get enough air. The