SCHWANGER VOM UNERWÜNSCHTEN ALPHA UND SEINEM ABGELEHNTEN ERB
Ich wurde verflucht geboren.
Ein Volana-Wolf, die seltenste und am meisten gejagte Blutlinie, die es gibt. Mein Blut kann ewiges Leben schenken, was bedeutet, dass ich seit meinem zehnten Lebensjahr von einem Mann eingesperrt wurde, der mich eigentlich hätte beschützen sollen. Mein Vater hat keine Tochter großgezogen. Er hat eine Waffe geschaffen. Er hat einen Wolf getötet, mir meinen Wolf genommen, und als ich nichts mehr zu geben hatte, hat er mich verkauft.
Nicht an einen Gefährten.
An einen Vertrag.
Bastien Voss Rourke kennt keine Liebe. Der meist gefürchtete Alpha-Milliardär der Nord-Territorien macht Geschäfte. Sauber. Berechnet. Endgültig. Drei Jahre als seine Vertrags Gefährtin im Austausch für meine Freiheit, wenn der Vertrag endet. Keine Gefühle. Keine Bindung. Keine Zukunft.
Ich sagte mir, dass ich es überleben könnte.
Ich lag falsch.
Denn irgendwo zwischen seinen kalten Befehlen und den seltenen, unbewachten Momenten, in denen er vergaß, skrupellos zu sein, verliebte ich mich.
Tief.
Dumm.
Vollkommen.
Jetzt endet der Vertrag. Ich stehe mit einem Schwangerschaftstest in der Hand und einem Lächeln, das ich nicht unterdrücken kann, in seinem Penthouse, und er ist kurz davor, die Zurückweisung Papiere zu unterschreiben.
Er will mich nicht.
Er wollte mich nie.
Aber der Erbe, der in mir wächst?
Er gehört uns beiden.
Und wenn die Wahrheit über mein Blut, meine Abstammung und das, was ich wirklich bin, wie eine Bombe in der Welt der Rudel einschlägt, wird Bastien erkennen, dass er nicht einfach nur seine Vertrags Gefährtin zurückgewiesen hat.
Er hat seine wahre, vorherbestimmte Bindung zurückgewiesen.
Und manche Fehler lassen sich nicht mit Papierkram rückgängig machen.
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Chapter: Kapitel 10: Was das Baby ist„Sie wusste es“, sage ich. „Sie wusste es die ganze Zeit.“Niemand widerspricht mir. So weiß ich, dass es stimmt.Wir sind wieder in Nadias Büro, diesmal alle vier, und Nadia steht hinter ihrem Schreibtisch, ihre Hände flach auf der Oberfläche und ihre Augen auf mich gerichtet. Der Ausdruck auf ihrem Gesicht ist der ganz besondere Ausdruck von jemandem, der auf ein Gespräch gewartet und es gleichzeitig gefürchtet hat.„Setz dich, Lena“, sagt sie.„Sag es mir zuerst.“Sie sieht Bastien an. Nur kurz. Dann wieder mich.„Eine Volana-Schwangerschaft mit einem Alpha als Vater aus einer Blutlinie ist nicht dasselbe wie eine gewöhnliche Wolfsschwangerschaft“, sagt sie. „Die Kombination bringt etwas hervor, das die alten Rudeltexte einen Prime nennen. Dieser Begriff wird heute nicht mehr verwendet, weil die letzte aufgezeichnete Volana-Geburt fast achtzig Jahre zurückliegt.“ Sie macht eine Pause. „Ein Prime wird mit beiden Blutlinien vollständig aktiviert geboren. Nicht latent. Nicht unterdrüc
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Chapter: Kapitel 9: Der Vater„Lass ihn nicht herein“, sage ich.Bastien ist bereits an seinem Handy. Er hebt einen Finger, nicht um mich abzuweisen, sondern nur, um die Anweisung zu beenden, die er gerade dem Sicherheitsdienst gibt, und ich höre ihn sagen: „Kein Zutritt ohne meine direkte Genehmigung“, bevor er auflegt.„Er wird bereits in der Lobby sein“, sagt Soren. Er schaut auf sein eigenes Handy und verfolgt etwas. „Sein Fahrer hat sich vor vier Minuten in das Besuchersystem des Gebäudes eingeloggt. Standardprotokoll des Crest-Rudels. Er hat seinen Besuch im Voraus genehmigt.“„Er hat seinen Besuch für heute im Voraus genehmigt“, sage ich.Soren blickt auf. „Ja.“Also hatte mein Vater vor, unabhängig davon zu kommen, wie der Morgen verlaufen würde. Unabhängig davon, ob Wolfes Mann Kontakt aufnehmen würde oder nicht. Er würde heute so oder so auftauchen, an dem Tag, an dem der Vertrag endete, an dem Tag, an dem ich diese Tür allein verlassen sollte.An dem Tag, an dem ich ausgeliefert werden sollte.Bastien s
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Chapter: Kapitel 8: Was er bekommen hat„Frag ihn, was er bekommen hat.“Ich sage es laut im Aufzug auf dem Weg zurück nach oben, und die Worte schmecken genauso bitter, wie ich erwartet habe.Bastien steht neben mir, ohne mich zu berühren, und beobachtet, wie die Zahlen der Stockwerke steigen. Er hält die Karte in der Hand. Er hat sie seit dem Treppenhaus bei sich, und ich habe nicht danach gefragt, weil ich sie nicht in den Händen halten muss, um mich daran zu erinnern, was darauf steht.„Du hast bereits eine Theorie“, sagt er. Es ist keine Frage.„Ich habe dreizehn Jahre voller Beweise und eine sehr kurze Liste von Dingen, die mein Vater genug schätzt, um seine Tochter dafür einzutauschen.“ Ich sehe auf die Türen. „Macht. Territorium. Langlebigkeit.“ Ich mache eine Pause. „Er hat mich an dich verkauft, um politischen Einfluss zu gewinnen. Das habe ich immer geglaubt. Ein Vertrag mit dem Alpha des Iron Fang stärkt die Stellung des Crest-Rudels in drei Territorien.“„Das war die Vereinbarung“, sagt Bastien.„Das war es, wa
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Chapter: Kapitel 7: Der Mann im Korridor„Bleib hinter mir.“Ich muss beinahe lachen. Nicht weil es lustig ist, sondern weil ich heute Morgen noch eine Vertragsgefährtin mit gepacktem Koffer und einem für zehn Uhr bestellten Wagen war und Bastien Rourke mich jetzt in ein Treppenhaus zieht, seine Hand flach gegen die Tür gedrückt, während sein ganzer Körper auf etwas eingestellt ist, das ich noch nicht hören kann.Aber ich kann es spüren.Das ist neu. Oder eigentlich nicht wirklich neu, eher etwas, das schon immer hinter einer Mauer gewesen ist und bei dem die Mauer gerade dünner geworden ist. Ein Druck in der Luft, tief und aus einer bestimmten Richtung kommend, der von unter uns aufsteigt. Kein Geräusch. Eher das Gefühl kurz vor einem Geräusch, so wie die Ohren wissen, dass etwas kommt, bevor das Gehirn es begreift.„Wie viele?“, fragt Bastien leise. Er spricht nicht mit mir.Sein Ohrhörer. Er hat ihn eingesetzt, als wir Nadias Büro verlassen haben, und ich habe es bis jetzt nicht bemerkt.Er hört zu. Sein Kiefer spannt sic
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Chapter: Kapitel 6: Er ist bereits hier„Zeig mir die Nummer“, sagt Bastien.Ich reiche ihm das Handy ohne Widerstand, weil es keine Version davon gibt, in der ich so tue, als wäre die Nachricht nicht ernst. Ich habe gesehen, wie du hineingegangen bist. Ich werde hier sein, wenn du wieder herauskommst. Elf Worte, und mein ganzer Körper wurde kalt, als ich sie las.Bastien sieht auf den Bildschirm. Sein Gesicht macht dieses Ding, das es immer macht. Es verschließt sich, wird vollkommen still, so wie Wasser glatt wird, kurz bevor etwas Schweres hineinfällt. Er reicht Nadia das Handy wortlos, und sie liest die Nachricht und presst die Lippen zu einer schmalen Linie zusammen.„Er ist draußen“, sage ich.„Möglicherweise.“ Bastien bewegt sich bereits. Er geht zum Fenster und stellt sich so hin, dass er auf die Straße hinuntersehen kann, ohne von unten direkt gesehen zu werden. Einige Sekunden lang steht er dort und sucht die Umgebung ab. „Auf der Südseite des Gebäudes steht ein Auto. Dunkel, von hier aus sind keine Nummernschilde
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Chapter: Kapitel 5: Was er jetzt weiß„Du wusstest es“, sagt Bastien. „Die ganze Zeit.“Es ist keine Frage. Er sieht mich so an, wie er Verträge mit versteckten Klauseln ansieht, als wäre er bereits drei Schritte über die Überraschung hinaus und tief in der Berechnung dessen, was es ihn kostet.Wir sind in Nadias Büro. Sie ist aufgestanden und steht neben ihrem Schreibtisch, die Hände vor sich gefaltet, mit der Körpersprache von jemandem, der auf ein Urteil wartet. Bastien steht vor der Tür, und ich stehe zwischen ihnen, und der Raum fühlt sich sehr klein an für drei Menschen, die so viel mit sich herumtragen.„Ich habe es vor acht Wochen herausgefunden“, sagt Nadia. „Als ich die Schwangerschaft bestätigt habe.“Das Wort landet.Ich beobachte, wie es ihn trifft. Sein Gesicht verändert sich nicht so, wie sich die Gesichter der meisten Menschen verändern. Kein Keuchen, kein sichtbarer Riss. Nur eine Stille, die um einen Grad kälter wird, und seine Augen wandern von Nadia zu mir, langsam und bewusst, und bleiben dort.Ich se
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Chapter: The anchor holdsSoren's voice comes through the door before he does. "The building is locked. Every exit is covered. Nadia is not inside."Bastien does not relax. "Not inside yet.""Marta," I say. "Where is she now?"A pause, keys somewhere on her end. "Her last registered location was a clinic two towns north, forty minutes ago. I am pulling current transit records.""Forty minutes is nothing," Bastien says."Forty minutes is enough for us to be ready instead of surprised," I say, and I hear how steady my own voice sounds, which surprises me more than it should. River is warm against my chest, gold eyes open, watching the ceiling the way she always watches things no one else can see.Wolfe's voice comes through the phone, quieter than before. "If I can help, I want to. Whatever this costs me with my own people.""Then tell us what she would need to do it," Bastien says. "If Nadia's plan requires separating Lena from River convincingly enough for the field to register it as loss, what would that look
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Chapter: Eleven months"Marta," Bastien says. "Identify the fourth request. Now. Whatever resources you need, use them.""I am already working on it," Marta says. "Eleven months places the request before River's birth, before her existence was public, which narrows the field of who could have known to ask. I need time I do not currently have.""We do not have time either," I say.Bastien's hand is still around mine, tight enough that I can feel his pulse through it, faster than I have felt it in a long while."Wolfe," he says. "You have read further into this than any of us. If someone wanted to remove an anchor, deliberately, without triggering an immediate response from the pack around her, how would they do it."Wolfe is quiet for a moment. "The account I found does not detail methods. But logically, an anchor removal would not need to be violent to be effective. It would only need to be permanent, or perceived as permanent by the child's field. Distance. Estrangement. A convincing severing of the bond,
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Chapter: The mechanismNobody answers Bastien's question. It sits in the room the way certain things sit, too heavy to pick up right away."We need Wolfe," I say. "Not Marta's guesses about Wolfe. Wolfe himself, in front of us, answering directly.""He signed an agreement to stay away," Soren says."Then we invite him," Bastien says. "The agreement does not prohibit that."Marta clears her throat on the line. "I would advise caution. If my reading on his motives is wrong, bringing him into direct contact with River again is a risk we cannot undo.""If your reading is right," I say, "then he is the only person alive who knows what we need to know. We cannot protect her from a mechanism none of us understand."Bastien is already moving toward the desk, already reaching for his phone. "I will call him myself. Not through an intermediary. He answers to me directly or he does not answer at all.""Bastien," I say.He looks at me."If he says yes," I say, "we do this on our terms. Neutral ground. Ivy and Soren pre
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Chapter: What the agreement does not saysRiver does not cry.She goes still, and the stillness is worse than crying. Her gold eyes are fixed on the ceiling and her small body has gone rigid in the bassinet, and for three full seconds nobody in the library moves either."Lena," Bastien says.I am already crossing the room. I lift her out of the bassinet and she is warm and stiff in my arms, not seizing, not distressed in any way I recognize, just utterly still, and her field is doing something I have never felt it do before. It is not reaching outward the way it always reaches. It is pulled in tight, close to her body, like a hand closing around something it does not want to drop."What is she doing," Soren says."I do not know," I say."Marta," Bastien says into the phone. "Say the name again.""Wolfe," Marta says. "Cassian Wolfe."River's field pulls tighter. I feel it against my own, a pressure that is almost physical, and I understand with a certainty that has no evidence behind it and does not need any that she recognize
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Chapter: What Gregor knew"Eight years ago," Bastien says.He says it the way he says things that are restructuring something significant, quietly, with the specific stillness of a man who is recalculating a position he thought he understood.Marta is still on the line."The request was denied," she says. "The archivist at the time did not grant access to founding-period documents for individuals without direct lineage connection to the relevant pack. Your father has no Iron Fang lineage. His request was refused on those grounds." A pause. "But the request itself tells us he was looking. Eight years ago he was searching specifically for information about gold-eyed children in the Iron Fang founding period.""How did he know to look," I say."That is the question I have been sitting with since I identified the request two months ago," Marta says. "The Founder's Mark is not widely documented. The Iron Fang founding texts are not public documents. The council parallel record is restricted. For your father to have
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Chapter: Marta speaks"I have been waiting for you to work it out," Marta says.She says it before I have said a word, which tells me she knew the call was coming and has been sitting with her phone in her hand for some amount of time, which is consistent with everything I know about how Marta operates, thirty years of watching and waiting and being precisely where she needs to be when the moment requires it."You submitted the archive request," I say."Six months ago," she says. "When Nadia's quarterly report to the inter-pack medical registry noted an active Volana wolf in her second pregnancy with an Iron Fang Alpha. The report was anonymized but the field signature is distinctive and I have known your field since your emergence." A pause. "I submitted the request the same week.""You read the council parallel record," I say."I read Sorel's account," she says. "The full version, which the council archivist was able to provide because my credentials as the Crest Pack's heritage representative are suffic
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HIS SURROGATE, HER ALPHA KING
I never wanted a man. I wanted a baby.
After years of failed treatments, a cheating fiancé, and a body that kept betraying me, I made a decision. I would do this alone. No man, no heartbreak, no complications. Just me, a clinic, and a dream I refused to let die.
Except the clinic made a mistake.
One catastrophic, life-altering mistake.
The sample I was inseminated with didn't belong to the anonymous donor I selected. It belonged to Dominic Sinclair, billionaire, ruthless businessman, and the most terrifyingly beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. And now I'm carrying his child.
He finds out before I've even processed the shock myself.
I expect lawyers. Paperwork. A cold corporate transaction. What I don't expect is him standing in my apartment doorway, silver eyes burning with something that looks nothing like indifference telling me that no child of his will be born outside his pack's territory.
Pack.
That's when I realized Dominic Sinclair isn't just any billionaire. He's a werewolf. Campaigning to be Alpha King of the entire North American packs. And I, a human, broke, still-heartbroken, carrying his heir, have just become the most dangerous variable in his entire political rise.
He says he wants to protect me.
His wolf says something else entirely.
And the way he looks at me, like I'm something he wants to consume slowly, makes me terrified of one thing above all else.
That I might let him.
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Chapter: Morning afterMy father was awake before I was.I had fallen asleep in the chair sometime after midnight, which I only understood when I opened my eyes and found the room lit with the gray early light of a November morning and my neck registering a strong objection to the angle at which I had been sleeping. The monitoring equipment was still running its low hum. The window showed a parking lot beginning to fill with the first arrivals of the day shift.My father was sitting up in the bed they had moved him to at some point in the night, with a cup of something hot in his hands and the expression of a man who had woken early from a long habit and had been sitting in the quiet of the room for some time before anyone else stirred.He looked at me when I lifted my head."There's tea," he said. "The night nurse left a thermos. I didn't want to wake you."I straightened in the chair and pressed my hand against the side of my neck and looked at him properly in the morning light. He looked marginally bette
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Chapter: The appealThe appeal was forty-seven pages.Lena had it on her tablet within twenty minutes of the council transmitting it, and she stood in the corridor outside my father's room and scrolled through it with the expression she used when she was reading something that required active management to process without visible reaction."Summary," I said."He's claiming the Medford facility was a licensed independent research operation with voluntary participants operating under a separate council charter that predates the current oversight framework by eleven years." She looked up. "He's arguing that the council's emergency investigation expansion was procedurally invalid because it was authorized under the general pack safety protocol rather than the specific research charter protocol, which requires a different threshold of evidence and a longer authorization window."I stared at her. "He had a charter.""Apparently. Filed eleven years ago under a provision that was largely forgotten because it had
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Chapter: AfterThe council team arrived in thirty-eight minutes.Four people, two in formal council documentation roles and two security staff, led by a woman named Dr. Seo who had the compact authority of someone who had processed a lot of scenes that required both clinical precision and political awareness. She shook my hand when she came in and looked at Lena's documentation record on the server and said, without preamble, "This is excellent work. It will significantly accelerate the investigation."I let Lena handle the handover because Lena was built for it and because I had been standing in a cold room for forty minutes and the adrenaline that had carried me from the charter plane to this basement had begun, in the way adrenaline did when the immediate crisis passed, to withdraw and leave something much heavier in its place.I went upstairs and sat on a concrete step near the side entrance where the November air was cold and sharp and real, and I put my forearms on my knees and looked at the f
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Chapter: The cornerAldric did not step back immediately.He stood in the doorframe with his hand on the edge of it and looked at me with the expression of a man recalculating, not panicking, not collapsing, just absorbing the new information and finding a position within it. That was the most dangerous thing about him. He did not lose his composure under pressure. He simply adjusted his approach."The photographs are already in the council record," I said. "Uploaded to Iris Bayne's secure server forty seconds ago. Every label, every sample code, every date range." I kept my voice level and my eyes on his face. "Destroying the physical samples now accomplishes nothing except adding evidence tampering to the council's list."He looked at my phone. Then at Lena. Then back at me.Cael stepped into the doorframe behind him.Aldric was not a small man but Cael was larger, and the quality of Cael in a doorway when he was not performing control but simply occupying space was something that changed the dimension
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Chapter: The Medford propertyThe building looked like nothing.That was the first thing I registered when the car turned onto the unpaved road and the property came into view through the windshield. A low industrial structure, single story from the outside, the kind of building that existed in the peripheral zones of mid-sized cities without anyone asking what happened inside. A sign near the gate said Meridian Agricultural Consulting in the faded font of something that had never been intended to attract attention.No vehicles visible from the road.Aldric had pulled around back.Lena's contact, a compact man named Reyes who smelled faintly of motor oil and spoke in short sentences, confirmed this from the driver's seat. "The vehicle is behind the east side. The engine was still warm when I drove past twenty minutes ago. One man stayed in the car. Two went inside.""How many on-site staff normally?" Cael said."Two. Maintenance rotation. They cleared out when the vehicle arrived, which means they were told to.""
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Chapter: AirborneThe charter plane was small enough that turbulence felt personal.Eight seats, a single aisle, windows the size of dinner plates, and a pilot named Garrett who was not the same Garrett from Lena's security team but who had the same quality of saying very little and doing exactly what was needed. Lena had arranged it in fourteen minutes, which I was beginning to understand was just how Lena operated when the margin was tight.We were airborne at twelve forty-seven.Cael sat across the narrow aisle from me with his laptop open and his phone alternating between two calls, one to the council advocate Iris Bayne's office to formally request an emergency expansion of the investigation to include the Medford property, one to Edmund who was coordinating the Salem facility handover to the council oversight team. He managed both with the focused efficiency I had watched him apply to every crisis since the first night he had sat in my apartment and told me something I hadn't been prepared for.I
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Chapter: The boy with my eyes"His name is Finn," Caden said. He is four years old. He has been with a family in the Greywood territory since three weeks after he was born.I sat down.Not because I chose to. My legs made the decision without asking me.Four years old. The same age as Luca. Which meant that while I was raising a child that was not mine, my actual son was growing up in a house with strangers who knew exactly who he belonged to and said nothing.Who placed him there, I said.Elder Theron.I looked up.Caden was watching me with that steady, careful attention he gave everything. Not cold. Just controlled, the way a person gets controlled when they have learned that showing too much too fast costs them.Theron knew who I was, I said.He has known since before you were born. He served your father's council. When King Aldric died and the bloodline was hidden for your protection, Theron was one of three people who knew where you were placed. Caden pulled a folder from the desk drawer and set it in front
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Chapter: Dated three days agoI brought the filing receipt to Caden's study at eleven o'clock at night.I did not knock softly. I knocked the way you knock when you are not asking permission.He opened the door himself. No jacket, shirt collar open, a glass of something dark in his hand. He looked at me and then at the paper in my hand and something behind his eyes said he had been expecting this visit.That made it worse.I held the receipt up. Explain this.He stepped back to let me in. I walked past him and turned around in the middle of the room and waited.He closed the door. Set his glass down. Looked at the paper without taking it.The council filing for your lineage claim, he said.Dated three days ago, I said. My name. My bloodline details. My father's seal reference. All of it, filed and stamped before I ever walked through your gate. I let the paper drop to his desk. I came to you this morning. I came to you like it was my idea. Like I was the one making a move. And you already had this sitting in a roo
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Chapter: The man who already knewCaden Rhys was not what I expected.I do not know what I expected exactly. Someone louder, maybe. Someone who filled a room with noise the way powerful men usually do, who needed you to feel their size before they spoke.He was sitting behind a large desk when the guard brought me in, and he did not stand up. He just looked at me.Grey eyes. Still. The kind of still that is not passive but is actually the opposite of passive. The kind that means he had already assessed everything about me before I crossed the threshold and was simply waiting to see if I would confirm what he already thought.He was younger than his reputation made him sound. Early thirties. Dark hair, jaw set, shoulders relaxed in the way that only people who are never genuinely threatened manage to be relaxed.I did not let myself be impressed.I walked to the chair across from his desk and sat down without being invited.One corner of his mouth moved. Not quite a smile.Sera Calloway, he said.You already know who I
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Chapter: The only name worth calling"Tell me you did not just leave," Mira said.I left.Silence on the line. Then a sharp breath. Sera.I need you to meet me outside the east gate. Bring my bag. You know the one.She did not ask questions. That was the thing about Mira. Seven years of watching me live inside that house and she had been packed and ready before I ever was.I hung up and kept walking.The pack grounds were quiet at that hour. A few wolves doing perimeter checks in the distance. No one stopped me. No one ever paid that much attention to me inside Voss territory, which was ironic, because I had kept more of this pack running than Damon ever acknowledged.I did not look back at the house.My wolf was fully awake now and she did not want to look back either.Mira was already at the gate when I got there. She had my black duffel over one shoulder and her jaw tight and her eyes moving over my face the way they did when she was reading damage.How bad, she said.Celeste, I said.Her mouth opened. Closed.Years,
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Chapter: Seven years of nothingYou are the long-missing Lycan Princess. Daughter of the late King Aldric. Rightful heir to the Lycan throne.I read the line three times.Then I read it again.The letter was printed on heavy cream paper with the royal council's seal pressed into the top corner. Official. Real. Not a mistake.My name is Sera Calloway. I have been married to Alpha Damon Voss for seven years. I manage his household, attend his functions, raise his son, and smile at his pack members like I belong here.I have never been made Luna.I always told myself it was coming. That the mark was coming. That Damon was simply cautious, that the council was difficult, that the timing was never right.The letter said something different.It said I was never just a pack wife waiting for her turn. It said my blood was older than this house, older than Damon's title, older than anything he had ever built. It said the Lycan King election closes in fifteen days and as the only surviving heir of King Aldric, I had the right
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