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I pushed open the heavy doors of The Vultures' NYC chapter, the familiar rumble of Harleys and the scent of oil and leather welcomed me like an old friend. The guys were here, lounging around, their eyes lit up as they spotted me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride as they clapped me on the back, their words of respect mingled with the classic rock blaring from the speakers. "Yo, Doc! Heard you went all Rambo on the Iron Serpents," one of the younger members shouted over the music, a grin spread…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The world around me shifted, and the ritual room faded into a foggy gray. I was no longer standing in the circle I’d drawn but somewhere between memory and dream, a liminal space that felt strangely alive, pulsing with shadows. Beside me, Draven’s presence solidified, shadowy and powerful. They looked at me, their gaze both cautious and unyielding. “This is your mindscape,” they said, their voice reverberating through me. “We’re stepping into the boundaries that hold you—the ones your mother…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The ride in Pietro's limo was a whisper against the chaos of the last few days. I sat there, sandwiched between Jin and Pietro, the leather seats cool against my skin. The city lights danced across the windows, a kaleidoscope of freedom that I'd only just begun to taste. Pietro's hand found mine, a silent promise of safety as we navigated through the maze of steel and concrete. When the limo pulled up to a monolithic apartment building next to Central Park, I couldn't help but do the math in my head. The…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The room was silent, the kind of stillness that presses against your ears, making you hyper-aware of your own breath, of the steady thrum of your pulse. My fingers trembled as I placed the final item at the edge of the circle—a small, polished stone to represent the earth. It glinted under the faint light, a dull sheen, but enough to make me feel its weight, its grounding presence. I stepped back, feeling the faint pull of the elements around me. The air was thick with anticipation, like the room itself…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The scent of Darcy's heat still lingered on my skin as I left the safe house and I could still feel her appreciative gaze as I walked out of the house without hiding her scent. But as I stepped back into the world of the Bratva, the sweetness of that connection had to be cloaked behind the iron mask of leadership. The streets of New York whispered of chaos, of Nikolai Ivanov's audacity to strike at the heart of my organization while I was... indisposed. I convened a skhodka, a council of my most trusted…
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77.2 K • Completed
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Mara sat across from me, brow furrowed as she scanned yet another dusty book. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of her laptop screen, casting a bluish hue over us and the mess of books and notes sprawled out between us. Her fingers traced over the lines in the old tomes, her lips moving as she murmured to herself, piecing together fragments of information. She’d been at it for hours, relentless in her search. I could see the strain tightening in her shoulders, a flicker of something…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The kitchen felt too small, too confined for the tempest brewing within its walls. We sat around the worn-out table, the air thick with unspoken words and the lingering scent of coffee. Darcy was resting, her body still recovering from the ferocity of her heat, and the reality of her situation weighed heavily on us all. "He sold his own daughter," Axel growled, his fists clenched on the tabletop. "How could a father do that?" Pietro's face was a mask of cold fury, his accent thickening with each word.…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The mark on my hand wouldn’t stop itching. The mark on my hand had grown darker. Its presence, once faint, now felt like a constant whisper at the back of my mind. At first, I’d ignored it, brushing off the strange tingling sensation as an aftereffect of the ritual. But deep down, I knew better. This wasn’t something I could dismiss anymore. It wasn’t going away. Sitting in the quiet of my nest, I stared at it. The lines were no longer subtle—they were defined, almost alive, moving in rhythm…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I woke up to the warmth of a body against mine, the familiar throb of a knot nestled inside me. The haze of my heat had lifted, leaving me in a tangle of limbs in a room that smelled of sex and sweat. Water bottles and protein bar wrappers littered the floor, telling a story of how my body had been cared for even when my mind was lost. Jin's voice was a soft murmur in the stillness of the room. "Hey, you're finally back," he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His eyes held a gentle concern that…
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77.2 K • Completed
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It was strange, how quickly everything could change, even though nothing really looked different. Xavier and I had done this a thousand times before—sitting together, his knee brushing against mine, watching something on TV that neither of us cared about. But now, every little touch felt charged with meaning, every glance full of something new. I shifted on the couch, glancing at him. His attention was on the screen, but I knew better. He was just as aware of this new reality as I was. The…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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