
Introduction
So when she finds a devastatingly beautiful stranger bleeding out in an alley, she does what nurses do. She helps. She doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t fall for the way his voice roughens when he says no hospitals.
She should have let him die.
Lucien Dravayne—Ren to those foolish enough to get close—isn’t human. He’s an immortal werewolf–vampire hybrid, an ancient alpha who rules a supernatural empire hidden behind the Veil. For a thousand years, he’s been untouchable.
Until a sharp-tongued human nurse patches him together in her shabby apartment… and becomes his greatest liability.
Now Mara is marked as his weakness. Hunted by enemies who want to tear his kingdom apart, she’s dragged into a world of blood laws, pack politics, and a possessive alpha who insists he owes her his life.
She blames him for destroying everything she worked for.
He knows he’ll destroy the world to keep her breathing.
And when Mara is taken from his lands, Ren must choose between the empire he’s built over centuries…
or the human woman who was never meant to survive his darkness—let alone rule beside him.
Chapter 1
POV: Mara
By the time my double shift ended, my feet felt like they were filled with broken glass and bad decisions.
I peeled off my sneakers behind the diner, the night air sharp against my sweat-damp skin, and flexed my toes like it might magically undo sixteen hours of being yelled at by surgeons, tipped in loose change by finance bros, and reminded—again—that nursing students are replaceable. The city hummed around me, Brooklyn never sleeping, never caring, just grinding forward like it always did.
I slung my backpack higher on my shoulder and started the walk home. Three blocks. That was all that stood between me and my shower with terrible water pressure and my bed with the busted spring that stabbed me in the ribs if I rolled the wrong way.
Three blocks and my thoughts.
I hated rich people.
Hated them with the kind of quiet, steady fury you only develop when you’re exhausted enough to be honest with yourself. They tipped like generosity was optional. They spoke like effort was theoretical. They looked at my uniform—scrubs in the day, apron at night—and saw service, not survival.
I didn’t want their pity. I wanted them to stop pretending they’d earned the air they breathed.
A siren wailed somewhere in the distance. I didn’t flinch. You learn not to, living here. You learn to keep walking, keep your head down, keep your hands free. You learn that hesitation is an invitation.
I turned down the alley because it shaved a minute off my walk.
That was my first mistake.
The second was stopping.
At first, I thought it was trash. A heap of dark fabric slumped against the brick wall, half-shadowed, unmoving. Then I heard it—a sound so soft it almost didn’t register. A breath. Wet. Wrong.
I froze.
Every instinct screamed don’t. Don’t get involved. Don’t be stupid. Don’t be the girl in the cautionary tale.
But then I saw the blood.
It streaked down the bricks in thick, black-red rivulets, pooling on the cracked concrete. Too much blood. Way too much. My stomach clenched, the nursing student in me overriding the terrified woman.
“Hey,” I said, my voice sharper than I felt. “Hey. Can you hear me?”
He lifted his head.
And I forgot how to breathe.
Even half-dead, he was devastating. Dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood. Skin pale in the alley’s dim light, sharp cheekbones carved like he’d been designed instead of born. His shirt was shredded, his chest slick with blood that definitely wasn’t supposed to be outside his body.
And his eyes—
They were deep. Dark. Blue like the ocean right before a storm swallows a ship.
They focused on me with effort, like it hurt to see. His lips parted, and when he spoke, his voice was low and rough and entirely unfair.
“No hospitals.”
I stared at him. “You’re bleeding out.”
A faint, humorless curve tugged at his mouth. “I noticed.”
“Then you need an ambulance.”
“No.” His hand shot out, gripping my wrist with surprising strength. Hot. Too hot. “Please.”
That word did something to me. Cracked through my irritation, my fear, my common sense.
I crouched despite myself, fingers already assessing, counting, pressing. “You’ve lost a dangerous amount of blood. You need surgery.”
“No hospitals,” he repeated, eyes darkening. “I won’t survive it.”
I almost laughed. Almost told him that was the stupidest thing I’d heard all night—and I worked the late shift at a diner off Flatbush.
But his pulse was fast. Erratic. His breathing shallow. And the wounds… they were wrong. Deep gashes that looked more like something had torn him than cut him.
“What did this to you?” I asked.
His jaw tightened. “An old mistake.”
Figures.
I should have walked away. I knew that. I could hear my mother’s voice in my head—Mara, you can’t save everyone. Could hear my own—You can’t even save yourself.
Instead, I sighed and said, “Can you stand?”
His answering smirk was faint but infuriatingly charming. “You offering to carry me?”
“I’m offering to not let you die in a trash-filled alley.”
“Romantic.”
“Up,” I snapped.
He tried. Made it halfway before his knees buckled. I caught him on instinct, his weight slamming into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. He smelled like smoke and metal and something darker beneath it, something that made my skin prickle.
“Jesus,” I muttered, straining. “You’re heavy.”
“Million-dollar problem,” he murmured.
I scowled. “You’re rich?”
Even bleeding out, he had the audacity to smile. “Very.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course he was.
I got him moving through sheer stubbornness, hauling him the rest of the way to my building, every step a silent curse. By the time we reached my apartment, my arms were shaking and my heart was racing for reasons that had nothing to do with exertion.
Inside, the lights flickered on. My place was small. One room pretending to be two. Mismatched furniture. Secondhand everything. It smelled faintly of antiseptic and burnt coffee.
I eased him onto the chair by the window, grabbing my first-aid kit with hands that didn’t quite feel like mine anymore.
“You’re lucky,” I said, cutting away what was left of his shirt. “I have supplies.”
“Luck has never been my strength.”
The wounds were worse under the light. Too clean. Too deep. And his blood—it shimmered, just a little, like it caught the light wrong.
My throat went dry.
“Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Okay.”
I worked on autopilot, cleaning, stitching, pressing. He barely flinched, only hissed once when my fingers brushed a particularly deep gash.
“Most people scream,” I said.
“I’m not most people.”
“No kidding.”
Minutes blurred into an hour. My hands ached. My eyes burned. At some point, exhaustion settled over me like a heavy blanket, dragging me down.
I checked his pulse again. Stronger. Steadier.
That shouldn’t have been possible.
I sank into the chair beside him, my head tipping forward, resting against his arm without meaning to. Warm. Solid. Alive.
“Don’t,” I murmured. “Make me regret this.”
His fingers twitched, brushing my hair with a tenderness that startled me.
“I won’t,” he said quietly.
The last thing I felt before sleep claimed me was the steady thrum of his pulse beneath my cheek—and the strange, terrifying certainty that my life had just split into a before and an after.
And I had no idea what waited on the other side.
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