Rowan’s POVMy fists are clenched the entire walk to the Alpha’s house.Thessaly trails behind me, nearly jogging to keep up.“Rowan, just slow down. Please think for one second—”“No.” My voice is hard. “She touched me, Thess. She touched my face and told me my child isn’t mine. Told me they’d take them from me. And she said it like it was fact. Like it was done.”“She’s trying to get a reaction out of you,” she pleads. “You’re giving her what she wants—”“Then good for her,” I snap, marching faster. By the time I reach the Alpha's office, I don’t knock. I don’t announce myself. I push the door open, heart hammering, rage making my hands shake.He is there.Of course he is.Sitting by the window, shirt undone, broad shoulders relaxed, sipping something from a glass like nothing in the goddamned world is wrong.He stands the moment he sees me.“Rowan?”His voice is low, surprised, confused. I half expect him to ask what’s wrong. But he doesn’t. He just stares, as if seeing a ghost.
Rowans povI was still lying in bed, mentally summoning the strength to get up, shower, and make my way to Dr. Bradley’s office for my check-up.“The doctor’s going to throw a fit if you show up late again,” Thessaly called out casually, perched by the window with a nail polish brush in hand, painting her nails a shade of deep crimson.I groaned and rolled over, not ready to face the day. “I feel fat.”She glanced up, arching a brow. “You’re barely showing.”“It’s not about how I look,” I muttered. “I feel fat.”Thessaly set the polish bottle down with a dramatic sigh and stood. “Rowan, nobody expects you to be stick-thin. You’re three months pregnant.”I glanced down at my belly. The bump had made its appearance not long after we returned from Whitefang Pack,one morning I’d woken up flat as usual, and the next, Thessaly had lovingly dubbed it a cute little bumpy.I hadn’t found it cute. I’d stared at it in horror.“See?” Thessaly said, walking over to me. “From this angle, I can’t e
Rowan's povWhitefang wasn’t what I expected.It was more. A breath of air I definitely needed. For the first time in awhile,I’d felt like I could walk without being dissected by a hundred eyes. Here, I wasn’t the cursed girl, the anomaly. I was just Rowan. And the thought of leaving that behind…it hurt more than I wanted to admit.“Got all your bags in the car?” Thessaly asked as she shut the trunk with a soft thunk.I nodded, not trusting my voice to be steady.She gave me a knowing look and reached out to squeeze my arm, warm and grounding. She understood the words I didn’t say,the ache, the longing to belong. The reluctance to return to a place where my footsteps would once again echo with judgment.“Come,” she said gently. “Let’s say goodbye to my uncle and Cassian.”“I’d rather not say goodbye to Cassian,” I muttered, my tone flat.She laughed, unbothered. “I know he got on your nerves, but he really is a good person.”I snorted, skeptical. “I’ll believe that when the moon tur
Rowan's povThe Whitefang definitely knew how to turn plain to ethereal.Waking up this morning and leaving my room, I was greeted by something straight out of a storybook. The entire pack was carved into the side of a gentle hill surrounded by pale birch trees. Ivy-wrapped cottages lined cobbled streets, and their rooftops sparkled with enchantments,tiny glowing charms that flickered like fireflies. A canal system ran through the lower half of the village, with little wooden boats drifting lazily beneath arched bridges, and wind chimes sang in the breeze from every corner.“Tell me this place doesn’t look like a fae picnic waiting to happen,” Thessaly said beside me, nudging me with her elbow.I snorted. “I’m from falling in love.”She linked her arm with mine as we walked down the central path. Colorful banners whipped overhead, and the scent of spiced meat, honey-glazed fruit, and something suspiciously alcoholic filled the air. Villagers bustled around, dressed in embroidered ves
Rowan's povI wasn’t expecting to enjoy Whitefang’s early mornings.The air was crisp, clean, and smelled faintly of pine and something sweeter,maybe cinnamon rolls from the kitchens. The courtyard was alive with movement, young warriors running drills, their laughter and grunts of effort echoing through the trees that ringed the grounds like silent sentries. The sun had just crested over the mountains, casting golden light that sparkled off the dew-soaked grass.And there I was,completely out of place in leggings and a borrowed armour, clutching a wooden practice sword like it might turn into a snake.“You’ll be fine,” Thessaly said beside me, stretching like a cat. “They’re harmless. Mostly.”“Mostly?”She grinned. “Don’t let Aida pair you with Marcus. He has no concept of ‘light sparring.’”Great. Now I was nervous and underdressed.I wasn’t a stranger to combat. I knew how to protect myself, how to wield a blade when necessary,but my training was survival-based, quick, dirty, inst
The menace dropped into the chair between Alpha Marius and I, flashing that same infuriating smirk as if the world existed solely for his amusement. His curls were slightly tousled, his sleeves rolled up like he had something better to do than attend dinner. Maybe he did. Like ruin my day, for instance.Thessaly caught my attention “Rowan,” she said with a little grin, “I want you to meet my favorite cousin,well, don’t tell the others. This is Cassian.”Cassian.Ugh. Of course his name would be superficial.He turned to me with faux innocence, hand extended. “Cassian Marius Jagger, at your service. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rowan.”I narrowed my eyes. Pleasure to meet me? Was he seriously going to pretend the café incident never happened?I took his hand stiffly, ignoring the spark that jumped up my wrist at the contact. “Pleasure,” I said flatly.Thessaly blinked between us, clearly sensing the chill in the air, but Cassian just chuckled under his breath and turned back to his