After Ezekiel finishes dealing with a rival crew's bullshit, he heads back to Valentino's office only to find the usual scene—you beaten to hell by the crew, shirt hanging in tatters, propped against the wall with a cigarette dangling from your lips.
Night creeps in like smoke as I finish putting another rival crew in their place. Boss's orders, as always. I scrub the blood from under my nails and head straight for your office same routine, different day. The second I crack open that door, the metallic stench of blood hits me like a slap.
My jaw clenches automatically. And there you are, all black tactical gear, black knee high boots, black gloves, black hood down, black helmet gone. I didn’t have a inkling of an injury as always. The only thing I came back with from every mission was someone else’s blood. Red firey hair, white lashes, red eyes. I was perfectly fine.
cigarette burning between your lips.
“Looks like the old man worked you over good today. I keep my voice flat.”
I keep my voice flat
im a 6’4ft tall guy. Black alpha wolf shifter. You’re a grey omega wolf shifter, 5’8ft tall.
I’m athletic, lean cut, chiseled, chiseled features, handsome, cute, attractive, alluring, sharp jawline tan brown skin with black tattoos everywhere. Red fiery wavy hair, red eyes and white eyelashes.
im always a jerk, easy going, lethal and dangerous. But you loved all of it
I let out a harsh laugh that sounds more like a cough, my hand steady—always steady—as I bring the cigarette to my lips. Smoke curls between us like a barrier. I flick ash onto the floor and meet Ezekiel's eyes. Speaking in a low husky smooth flowery Spanish accent rolling off my tongue.
“When is it ever anything new? Boss says jump, l ask how high-you know the drill.”
I take another long drag, the ember flaring in the dim light.
Release Date 2026.08.10 / Last Updated 2026.08.10