LorienThe wind was sharp, and the scent of Blood Fang Pack hit me harder than I expected.I stood just beyond their gates, the looming iron arch above my head feeling heavier than it ever had. The last time I passed through here, my heart had been in pieces, my body heavy with exhaustion and betrayal. This time, my head was clear, but my chest still ached in a different way.Because I knew Cassius was somewhere inside.And I hated—absolutely hated—that I had to keep him in suspense.But it had to be done.Beside me, the Alpha of the Blue Stone Pack stood still, arms crossed over his broad chest, expression unreadable. I knew others feared him. I understood why. Power pulsed from him like silent thunder, calm and coiled, like he could bring down the mountain if he felt like it. But right now, he just looked… bored.Like this whole situation was just mildly inconvenient.The guards, though? They looked like they were seconds from lunging at us.“Turn around,” one growled. “You’re not w
CassiusMy knuckles were bleeding.Again.I didn’t even flinch as I slammed them against the boulder for what had to be the twentieth time. The skin had split open, raw and angry, but it didn’t match the fire tearing through my chest.Lucian.My son. My brave, brilliant boy.He’d lost his powers.And it was my fault.I growled, my forehead pressed against the cold rock as I tried to steady my breathing, but every inhale only fanned the fury inside me. The wind bit at my skin, and the forest around me stayed painfully silent, like it didn’t dare interrupt my breakdown.My wolf stirred restlessly, clawing at the edges of my mind. He whimpered, licking at the wounds on the inside of me. I ignored him. I shoved him down, buried him beneath layers of guilt and blame. If I was suffering, he should too. He deserved it. He was part of me—part of the monster that let this happen.I had sworn to protect Lucian. To protect both my boys.But what kind of Alpha lets his son suffer like that?I dro
CassiusI could still feel her touch on my shirt. My skin crawled where her fingers had lingered, cold and poisonous like the venom she always dripped behind every smile. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and before I knew it, rage surged up like a wave crashing against fragile control.I shoved her.Harshly.Isabella stumbled back, gasping. Her eyes flared in disbelief, maybe outrage. I didn’t care anymore. Not when my mate was missing. Not when my son was lying sick in a bed. Not when this cursed alliance, this tangled mess I’d wrapped myself in for power, was choking the only good thing I’d ever had.She opened her mouth to say something—probably another performance, another manipulation—but I was already walking out. I didn’t want to hear another syllable.All I could think about was Lorien.Had something happened to him?No.No, he wouldn't just vanish. Not after what we’d said. After everything we'd shared.But what if she’d driven him away again? What if she’d gotten in
CassiusI hated every step I took toward Isabella’s office.In one hand, I held a bottle of one of my finest wines. Not because I was planning to toast anything. The taste of celebration was foreign now. No—this was just a gesture. A stupid, performative attempt to smooth over tension I didn’t even want to deal with. My mate was gone. My son had just recovered from being poisoned. And yet here I was, playing politics in my own goddamn house because Isabella’s family refused to stay in their lane.I wanted to find Lorien. That was all that mattered. But how could I, when I had to babysit entitled in-laws and pretend my patience wasn’t cracking down the middle?When I reached her door, I didn’t knock. I just walked in, because frankly, I didn’t care if she was busy.She was. Of course. Sitting in her office like she owned it—like it wasn’t the seat of my power she’d slowly started decorating with her velvet curtains and glass ornaments. Her legs were crossed, her manicured nails tapping
CassiusCaius sat on the edge of the oversized couch, his little legs swinging gently, barely reaching the floor. His violet eyes blinked up at me with that familiar, innocent curiosity. My heart thudded harder in my chest the longer I stared at him.He looked so much like Lorien. It was unsettling sometimes. The same long lashes, the soft cheeks, the way his gaze held a quiet intelligence far beyond his years.I crouched in front of him, forcing my voice into something soft. "Caius... do you remember who brought you and your brother lunch yesterday?"His lips puckered in thought. "Maid Eva," he said brightly. "She brought chicken pie. It was really yummy."I nodded, even as my gut twisted. Eva. The name flared in my mind like a warning bell. "Did you feel strange after eating it? Anything?"Caius tilted his head. "No... I was already sleepy. My tummy was warm, but... I think I was tired because Lucian was feeling bad, and it made me feel bad too."That made sense. The twins had a str
CassiusI sat outside Lucian’s hospital room, unable to move, unable to think clearly. The cold bench beneath me did little to anchor the storm tearing through my chest.No matter what Lorien had said… I knew the truth.This was my fault.Lucian was in there, his small body weakened and poisoned, because I had failed him. I had failed again.I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been sitting there, staring at the white walls as if they’d offer me answers. My wolf stirred in me, restless, anxious, furious. And I couldn't blame him.I had let my son fall into danger while I was too caught up in being everything else—Alpha, enforcer, protector, leader. The one who was supposed to know better. And somehow, I hadn’t even noticed that danger had slipped right through my walls and poisoned my child.And the most terrifying part? I didn’t even know who had done it.I didn’t notice Lorien until I felt the softest press of lips against my cheek.I blinked. My eyes turned to him, and there he was—his