Lucien Hale had everything. At twenty-six, he was the kind of man others envied-a thriving modeling career, a respectable job teaching at a high school, the security of his father’s estate, and even the perfect girlfriend. His future was clear, steady, unshakable.

Until one reckless choice pulled him into a game he was never meant to play.

The debt should have been simple. A mistake. Something he could shoulder and move past. But nothing about Nikolai Anahera Soelus was simple. The debt collector wasn’t just ruthless-he was watchful, sharp, and dangerously drawn to Lucien in ways that made every breath a test of control.

Nikolai wanted his name, his scent, his submission.
Lucien wanted nothing to do with him.
And yet, the more they clashed, the more inevitable their collision became.

When truths about his friends begin to rot and shadows of his own bloodline threaten to surface, Lucien finds himself standing at the edge of something he doesn’t understand-a bond, a hunger, a fate he cannot escape.

Meeting Nikolai was like a spark that set his world on fire.
And in the ashes of his past and present… all Lucien could smell was the rain that fell on flowers.

It's been a while since I last posted or updated my stories. Things have been hectic and I will update you about everything slowly as I start posting my chapters. 


This is a new story made by me and my beloved friend Karasma. 


Lucien and Nikolai are amazing characters and honestly their interaction is juicy. I hope you will love this story and enjoy it as much as I am doing.


The story is pretty straight forward and maybe nothing new. 


Who would fall first and how hard would the fall be?


Would only hearts will break or ribs will too, lets see, what happens. 


I can promise one thing though, you won't be bored. 


However, there is a disclaimer, I don't plan on making this lore accurate for werewolves.


The story is set in it's own world with it's own rules. 


Chapter 1 - Author Note