Chapter: 38. Punishment~NYRA~ “Where is that fucking mutt?!” It doesn’t sound like a voice—it hits, a brutal strike straight to the skull. My step falters, just half a beat, but it’s enough. The Alpha command tears through me, raw and merciless, sinking into bone, demanding obedience before thought can even form. My jaw locks. Behind me, Ethan shifts. He didn’t hear it, but he felt it. Everyone did. The corridor has gone too still, the kind of silence that presses against your ears. Omegas straighten as I pass, eyes dropping instantly, but I catch it—resentment buried under fear. I stop at the office door, my hand hovering for a fraction of a second—not hesitation, calculation—before I knock once and push it open as the door slams against the wall. He’s already on his feet, my uncle doesn’t sit when he’s angry. His presence fills the room before his voice does, thick and suffocating, like the air’s been stripped of oxygen. “Finally.” The word cracks like a whip as his gaze slices past me and lo
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Chapter: 37. Just friends~NYRA~ I wake up still. Not burning. Not shaking. Just… still. For a second, I don’t move. I wait for it—for the heat, the pull, that sharp, crawling need to come back and drag me under again. It doesn’t. My breath leaves me slower this time, controlled, and I sit up, testing it. My body answers the way it should—tight, steady, mine. “Goddess,” I exhale and sit up straight, rolling my shoulders once, forcing the stiffness out before it settles, it pulls in places I ignore and move past, the room is empty, no trace of him. Everything else looks normal—and that pisses me off more than it should. I stand, fixing my clothes fast, not stopping, the fabric drags and I shove it off as I reach the door and grab the handle, holding it tight for a second. He’ll say something—throw it in my fucking face, call me pathetic, brag about the favor he did. No. If he wants to stay alive, he’ll keep his mouth shut. Else I’ll make him. I open the door and step into the hallway, f
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Chapter: 36. Close Your Eyes~NYRA~ “Touch me.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. My chest tightens the second they’re out—sharp, choking— No. It hurts. Not just the heat. Not just this want. It starts lower—tight, coiled—and then it twists. The pain folds in on itself, restless, alive, like something trapped under my skin trying to claw free. Every breath drags it tighter, every shift makes it worse—too much, too raw, too there. My body doesn’t feel like mine. It feels— Wrong. I curl into the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric, trying to ground myself in something—anything—but even that betrays me. The friction sends a shiver up my spine, heat flaring hotter, turning into something unbearable. “Ah—!” My back arches off the bed, fingers clawing into his wrist, knuckles whitening as something twists hard inside me. My thighs press together on instinct, trying—failing—to ease the pressure building under my skin. It only makes it worse. Everything’s too sensitive—too sh
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Chapter: 35. Touch Me~ETHAN~ Her hands shoot up, clutching my collar. Then her lips crash against mine—hot, sudden and desperate. For a second, I don’t move. My body locks, every instinct misfiring under the sudden heat of her mouth, the way her fingers fist into my collar like she’s holding on to the only solid thing left. She’s burning. I feel it—through fabric, through skin—heat radiating off her in waves that hit me harder than they should. Her grip tightens on my collar, dragging me closer, her mouth pressing harder. My hand shifts—slides up her spine, pulling her in without thinking. And the realization hits like a crack through my bones. What is she doing? What am I doing? This—her kissing— I pull back instantly. Not far—just enough to break it, enough to drag in a breath that still tastes like her. A soft, broken whimper slips from her—low, unguarded— —and it hits me harder than the kiss ever did. It lands somewhere deep, raw, dragging something in my chest tight and wrong. “Nyra.” My
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Chapter: 34. Home~ETHAN~ I wake to the faint sound of birds outside, their calls distant, half-formed through the haze in my head. My eyes open, just enough to see—Nyra. Sitting there, like she owns the space. Always bossy. Something tightens in my chest—not fear, not exactly—but a sharp, unfamiliar mix. Relief. Gratitude. Maybe both. And it hits me how wrong I was...about her. “Finally,” she rasps, when she sees me awake. She adjusts the bed, slides a glass of water toward me. Her fingers linger on the rim for a second longer than necessary before she pulls back. “How do you feel?” she asks, eyes scanning me. “Good,” I say, fingers tracing the rim of the glass. My gaze drifts out the window to the birds perched on the sill—ravens, out of place, perfectly still in the sunlight. “What time is it?” I ask. “Four,” she says, moving to clear the glass and straighten the blankets. I hesitate. “The baby—” “They’re in the maternity ward,” she says, cutting in smoothly. “If you want
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Chapter: 33. Something To Lose~NYRA~ The moment the baby slips into my hands, everything else falls away. There’s only this—small, fragile, fighting. A sharp cry breaks from her, thin at first, then stronger, cutting through the rain, filling the space between one breath and the next. Warm and slick against my palms, alive and fighting. I let one of my claws grow, just enough—controlled despite the tremor in my hand, and slice through the umbilical cord. My grip shifts instantly—one hand steady beneath her head, the other drawing her closer. “Meet your baby girl,” I say, turning just enough. The woman smiles—barely there, shaking through the pain—but it’s real. I step out of the car, rain crashing down harder now, soaking through everything as the baby twitches in my hands. I angle her carefully, letting the water wash the blood away in thin red streams that trail down my wrists. Her chest stutters— My grip tightens instantly. Then steadies. Tiny fingers twitch—uncertain—before curling into no
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Chapter: 37. CupcakesCLARA"Another one," I mutter to myself, reaching for another cupcake, making the tiered stand wobble in protest.The one thing nobody tells you about important pack ceremonies is that they're incredibly boring before they even begin. Everyone dresses up, stands around with expensive drinks in their hands and pretends they aren't all just waiting for the fucking moon to turn red.I lean against the long buffet table beneath the open sky, peeling the paper from my third cupcake of the evening.Vanilla.Buttercream.An unreasonable amount of frosting.Exactly what this evening needs.A smear of icing sticks to my thumb. I lick it off absentmindedly, my gaze drifting to the enormous full moon hanging above the palace grounds.It looks...Normal.White.Round.Very committed to being a moon."So..." I mumble around another bite. "When exactly do you become dramatic?"For the past three days, I've heard nothing except Blood Moon this and Blood Moon that.The Blood Moon.Capital letters inc
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Chapter: 36. The Promise of UsEMMAThe door closes firmly behind me.For a moment, I remain standing outside his room, my hand still resting against the handle. The cool brass presses into my palm while the scent of smoke and leather still lingers in my lungs, stubborn and familiar, refusing to fade despite the distance now separating us. I close my eyes for a second, letting the quiet settle around me. When I open them again, the corridor stretches ahead, long and empty, the polished floors reflecting the dim light overhead. I straighten my shoulders and force myself forward, my footsteps steady against the silence, leaving whatever passed between us where it belongs—Behind closed doors.Alaric's wing has always reflected him, minimal, controlled and impossibly quiet. Soft recessed lights cast a warm glow over dark wood and charcoal walls, while floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the sleeping territory below, countless lights glittering against the night. Even the artwork is understated, chosen more for balance t
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Chapter: 35. The Price of LoyaltyEMMA. I wake before I fully open my eyes, strong footsteps reaching me first. A second later, his scent finds me. Smoke. Leather. Pine. And beneath it all, something unmistakably him. Even half asleep, I know exactly who stands outside that door. The handle clicks softly, wood moving against carpet as the door opens, and a thin strip of light slices through the dark room. The steady thud of his heart reaches me through the quiet, strong and unhurried, beneath the low hum of the air conditioner. Slowly, I open my eyes. He stands in the doorway, one hand still wrapped around the handle, broad shoulders outlined by the light behind him. His gaze sweeps over the room before finally coming to rest on me. For a moment, neither of us moves. The room remains still, filled only with the quiet rhythm of two hearts beating in the dark, until there's a faintest change in his. And suddenly, I'm wide awake. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice even, though not surprised as he clos
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Chapter: 34. His DutyCLARA. For a second, I simply stare at him, genuinely wondering if enough flour got into my mouth to finally reach my bloodstream. Then he moves. His boots strike the concrete with quiet thuds, little clouds of white powder puffing off his clothes with every step, and before my brain can catch up, he's standing in front of me. Not behind me. Not beside me. Right in front of me. Broad shoulders blocking half my view of Emma, and up close I can see flour still caught in the dark strands of his hair, streaked across his shirt and dusting the sharp line of his jaw. The faint smell of soap and grain reaches me, and a few loose specks drift down from him onto the floor between us. I blink as a drop of sweat slides slowly down my neck, and somewhere behind us somebody sucks in a sharp breath, but my brain is too busy trying to process the giant, flour-covered problem currently standing between me and Emma. What...what's he doing? Is he... Is he defending me? Me? “Evan?”
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Chapter: 33. Choices and ConsequencesCLARA. I turn slowly to see Emma standing at the entrance, perfectly composed, perfectly clean, not a single speck of flour on her. Her cream dress falls in smooth lines to her ankles, her dark hair pinned neatly in place, and beside her one of the maids clutches a tablet to her chest, looking about three seconds away from fainting. Silence crashes over the warehouse so hard even the carts have stopped rattling. Flour still flies in the air, drifting through the shafts of sunlight, and somewhere behind me somebody coughs into the sudden quiet. Emma's eyes sweep over the warehouse once, taking in the overturned sacks, the white footprints, and the workers suddenly pretending none of it exists, before finally stopping on a very white-looking Evan. “What,” she asks again, her voice soft and sharp at the same time, “is happening here?” I glance around and find everyone frozen, one man still clutching a handful of flour like he forgot how hands work, another halfway behind a shel
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Chapter: 32. Warehouse ChaosCLARA. “EVAN BLAKES!" My voice echoes through the warehouse, making several workers instantly drop what they do, heads turning so fast you'd think someone had pulled a fire alarm. I scoop a handful of flour from the sack and throw it at him. He sidesteps easily. "Flour got in your eyes?" he taunts. Fuck. I point at him. "You're so dead!” I jump off and go after him, but he just turns and walks away. Seriously? No. you’ve picked the wrong person to fight, Human tower. “Get him!” I shout, pointing at the nearest worker. He freezes mid-step, crate still in his hands. “Move!” I snap, grabbing another handful and throwing it myself. He ducks—clean. Too clean. The flour flies past him and hits a worker behind instead. “Come on!” I yell, already moving. “Stand still now!" He’s already gone again, I run after him fast, too fast for a warehouse that suddenly feels way smaller than it was five seconds ago, every aisle somehow leading to exactly where he isn't.
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