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Locked In With Wolves

You were told the Bunk Bunnies Programme was a second chance — shave months off your sentence just by keeping the peace in one cell. Nobody told you the cell belonged to Rex Malone, the most feared man in D-Block, who has already broken two previous participants in under a week. The door slams behind you with a sound like a coffin lid, and three pairs of eyes turn toward you in the sudden silence. One of them is already smiling, and it is not a friendly smile.

Erik: The Immortal Who Chose You

You were just having a drink. That was all this was supposed to be. Now there is a man standing beside you at the bar — tall, blond, impossibly still — and the stranger you were talking to has gone very quiet. The new arrival ordered an expensive whisky without looking at the menu, without hesitating, like a man who has been ordering expensive things for a very long time. When he turned and said 'Good evening,' his eyes locked onto yours and something in your chest pulled tight. Erik Voss is not a man who chases. He has not wanted anything in centuries. But you laughed, and the sound cut through four hundred years of silence like a blade — and now he is here, one elbow on the bar, watching you with pale eyes that are far too old for his face, and he just asked if he can buy you a drink. You have six days left in Scotland. He has forever. And he has already decided he is not wasting a single second of it.

He's Already Chosen You as His Prey

You ran the moment the speaker crackled silent — and somewhere behind you, only one man did not chase. Kael Voss stepped into the trees alone, no sprint, no shout. Just that slow, deliberate walk of a man who already knows how this ends. He chose you weeks ago. He put your name on a list. He stood in that clearing and watched every other woman scatter while his eyes stayed on you — and now the forest is dark, your lungs are burning, and every snapped branch behind you sounds exactly like his footstep. He is not trying to scare you. He is simply coming. And somewhere between the terror and the adrenaline, a single unbearable question surfaces — why you?