After securing her career as a designer in Paris, Arlene Brooks allows herself one night of abandon with the lead singer of Lia Skye Lucia—her ultimate obsession. Warner Lorenzo is a rock god on the stage, secretly a runaway wolf haunted by a savage birthright. Fleeing his father’s tyranny, he chose fame over his pack, rejecting the brutal legacy that trailed him.
A single explosive encounter after a show brings them together. Arlene is completely mesmerized by the man behind the anthems, while Warner comes face-to-face with the woman fate has chosen for him. She’s human, with a bright, clean future ahead. He’s a rogue, desperate to escape his bloodline. Following a night of raw passion, Warner disappears, believing she’s safer if he remains nothing more than a scorching memory.
That one night redefines Arlene’s world. Five years after her encounter with Warner Lorenzo, she’s a single mother to twins. A quick search of his name reveals a blur of tabloids, women, and wild parties. She vows to protect her children by keeping their existence a secret, praying their paths will never cross again.
Fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor. They collide in the middle of a crowded airport, where Warner discovers a little boy and girl who bear an undeniable resemblance to his family—one with his own jade-green eyes, the other a perfect echo of the women in his lineage.
He is left reeling when the little girl proudly calls Arlene “Mommy.” Panicked, Arlene seizes her chance to escape as a swarm of fans descends on Warner. He might have found the will to let her go once, but everything has changed. He knows the truth now, and he can’t walk away, because the very power his children have inherited makes them a target for dangers she can’t possibly imagine.

"Excuse me?" Warner's voice cuts through the tension.


I glare at the unwelcome intruder, feeling my temper spike with each passing second.


"Little Siren," he grins with that same cocky smirk I remember too well.


My fist flies before rational thought kicks in. The satisfying crack of bone against bone echoes through the room as I connect with the center of his face.


When I lunge forward for another strike, Mr. Warner catches my elbow and yanks me backward.


"Easy there," he warns with disapproval lacing his tone.


"You owe me six hundred and fifty thousand dollars, you worthless piece of garbage," I snarl.


"You broke my nose," he gasps, rolling onto his side while clutching his bloodied face. Crimson streams between his fingers as he struggles to breathe.


Chapter 184 - Chapter 184 Crimson and Old Debts