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Chapter 4“Yes.”The word left my mouth before I could talk myself out of it.Jeremy’s expression didn’t change much—no triumphant smile, no softening of those dark eyes—but something in the air between us shifted. He nodded once, as if sealing a contract, then stood.“Good. Get dressed. We have things to settle before the day gets away from us.”He left the bedroom without another word. I sat there for a full minute, sheet still clutched to my chest, staring at the closed door. My heart was beating too fast. The rational part of my brain kept listing every reason this was reckless. The rest of me—the part that still tasted last night’s betrayal—felt strangely steady.I found my clothes folded on a chair near the window, along with a clean black T-shirt that clearly belonged to him. I pulled it on. It hung past my hips and smelled faintly of the same soap he’d used earlier. I didn’t let myself think about that too hard.When I stepped into the living room, Jeremy was at the kitchen is

Chapter 3I woke to the soft press of lips against my forehead and a low, warm voice that didn’t belong to the man who had marked me.“Good morning, sunshine. Rise and shine.”For a second I didn’t move. The sheets beneath me were unfamiliar—dark, expensive, carrying the faint scent of rose. My body ached in ways that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with the night before. Memory returned in sharp pieces: the towel dropping, the wall, the couch, Jeremy’s mouth on my mating mark while he moved inside me like he had every right.I opened my eyes.Jeremy Blackwood sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed in black sweatpants and a plain gray T-shirt. His dark hair was still slightly damp, as if he’d showered again. In his hands he held a tray. Toasted bread. Scrambled eggs. A steaming mug of coffee. Breakfast in bed for me.Chris had never done this. Not once in three years. Mornings with him had been silence, the sound of him leaving early for practice, the cold sid

Chapter 2SienaJeremy’s apartment was nothing like Chris’s.The air smelled faintly of something like rose. He guided me inside with a hand steady at the small of my back, then disappeared into the kitchen without a word.I sank onto the edge of a black leather couch, still shaking. The tequila was still in my blood, blurring the edges of everything, but not enough to dull the images looping behind my eyes: Kelani’s open blouse, Chris’s hands on her hips, the way neither of them had looked ashamed. Three years. I had given him three years of loyalty, of standing in the stands with his number painted on my cheek, of pretending the mating mark on my neck meant something more than obligation. And tonight he had handed me the truth like a gift.Jeremy returned with a glass of water. Condensation beaded on the outside. He pressed it into my hands.“Drink.”I obeyed because I didn’t know what else to do. The water was so cold though It did nothing for the heat behind my eyes or the hollow

Chapter 1SienaI had loved Chris since I was eight years old.Even then, when I was just the orphan girl the pack had taken in out of pity, I used to watch him from the edges of the training fields. He was already the future alpha—tall for his age, fierce, golden-eyed, and so sure of himself it made the rest of us feel small. I never expected him to notice me. I just wanted to be near him. When the war with the Blackwood pack came three years later, I was still that same quiet girl. Everyone else ran when the rival alpha’s enforcers cornered Chris in the woods. I didn’t. I stayed. I dragged his broken body through the undergrowth, carried him home on my back, and kept him breathing until the healers arrived.His grandmother never forgot. Neither did he. The day I turned Eighteen she ordered the mating. “Repay the debt,” she said. “Honor the girl who saved your life.” Chris put the mark on my neck that same night. He never said he loved me. He never needed to. I already loved him enou