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Virginie Grimaldi

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Power built Edalva. Desire will tear it apart.

The city is cracking. Beneath the neon glow and polished towers, something is shifting-quiet at first, then louder, hungrier. The kind of change that doesn't ask permission. That spreads through bloodlines, bodies, bonds never meant to exist. And at the center of it all. Is her.

Alana Finn was never meant to matter. A distraction. A night. A mistake. Not a threat. Not a weapon. Not the thing that makes a wolf lose control.

Torran Black doesn't do obsession. He leads. He protects. He destroys anything that threatens his pack. But Alana isn't something he can fight. She gets under his skin-into his head, his instincts. And his wolf? Has already chosen.

She doesn't belong to him. She never will. But that doesn't stop the way his control slips when she's near. The way something ancient coils in his chest and whispers: Mine.

Alana doesn't do attachments. She feeds. She leaves. She survives. Enough-until it isn't. Until one reckless night with a wolf becomes something she can't outrun. Something that follows, stalks, pulls at her in ways she doesn't understand-and doesn't trust. Because whatever is happening between them isn't just desire. It feels like fate with teeth. And Alana knows: Fate has never done her any favours.

While their connection burns hotter, the city rots from the inside. Women are disappearing. Not missing. Taken. Wolves, humans, supernaturals. No pattern. No trace. No bodies. Just absence. Silence.

Black's pack is fracturing. Fear turns into anger. Anger into violence. Loyalty cracks. Because wolves don't wait for answers. They take them. But this enemy doesn't leave a trail.

Something is hunting in Edalva. Precise. Controlled. Engineered. Biotech isn't a rumour anymore. It's real. And it's experimenting. Bodies altered. Bloodlines rewritten. Creatures that shouldn't exist-and don't die the way they should. The natural order is breaking. And no one knows how to stop it.

Alana should stay out of it. She's not part of the Accord. Not loyal to any faction. But when truth starts circling-when names, faces, consequences connect-she's pulled in anyway. Because she's not just involved. She's important.

Her blood is rare. Too rare. Half-siren. Half-succubus. Two extinct bloodlines. One body. And something inside her hasn't awakened yet.

Black isn't the only one who wants her. He's just the most dangerous one closest. And then there's Nyx. Watching. Calculating. Always ten steps ahead. The vampire king doesn't trust coincidence. And Alana feels like a problem he hasn't solved.

Because whatever she is-she doesn't fit this world. Which means she could help save it. Or be the reason it burns.

This isn't just about missing women anymore. It's about control. Power. Creation. Because if Biotech succeeds-it won't just change Edalva. It will rewrite what it means to be supernatural. And no one will be safe.

Alana tries to keep her distance. Don't get attached. Don't stay. Don't feel. But Black doesn't make it easy. Every glance a challenge. Every touch a threat. Every moment tighter, sharper, more dangerous. And the worst part? She wants it.

What started as fire is becoming something deeper. Something binding. Something that won't break.

Love in Edalva isn't soft. It isn't safe. It's possession. It's power. It makes monsters of both sides. And when everything collides-when truth meets blood, desire meets war-Alana will have to choose. Walk away like she always has. Or stay. Become something far more dangerous than she's ever been.

Because in Edalva. You don't fall in love. You fall into something darker. And once it takes hold-it doesn't let go.

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