Paradise.
A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real.

Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack.
The paradise of shifters.
The kingdom that rivaled human nations.
The home of the Alpha King himself.

And somehow… they accepted me.
A runaway. A branded traitor.
A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood.

I told myself I was here temporarily.
Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved.

But then I saw him.
The man with the red eyes.

Kastiel Novaterra.
The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands.
The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave.

His presence terrifies me.
His gaze burns through my lies.
And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real.

Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home.
But the more I try to run from him…
the more Paradise itself pulls me in.

And Kastiel.
Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

Holland turned on the bed. The sound of Phoenix's ringtone had woken him up a little bit, but he went back to sleep almost immediately. The noise had pierced through the fog of his exhaustion, pulling him briefly to the surface, but he was too drained to stay awake. His body was heavy, weighted down like lead, his limbs refusing to move no matter how much his brain told them to. His mind was foggy and his thoughts moved slowly, sluggishly, each one taking forever to form. He drifted back into unconsciousness, falling into a dream. The darkness swallowed him whole, pulling him down into its depths, down into a place he didn't want to go.


Chapter 293 - Bad Dream