Chapter: Five yearsChapter 6: Five YearsThe woman in the mirror this morning is not the one who fled the Alpha House five years ago, and some days I still have to remind myself that she's me.I fasten the last button of my blazer and study my reflection the way I do every morning now — critically, almost clinically, the way you'd study a stranger you were trying to memorize. Sharper cheekbones than I used to have. A new, coiled strength in my shoulders that no longer flinches when a door slams somewhere down the hall. My eyes are the same amber they've always been, but there's something different behind them now, something that wasn't there when I was Elira, wolf-less Luna, waiting patiently in a kitchen for a husband who chose someone else.My wolf came the night my daughter was born, in a cheap rented room three towns from the nearest pack territory, with no healer and no attendants and nothing but my own two hands to catch her when she finally came screaming into the world. I remember the moment exa
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Chapter: What I Didn't SeeChapter 5: What I Didn't SeeThe Beta hasn't stopped talking in forty minutes, and I've stopped hearing him in twenty.I sit across from him in the war room, still armored, still filthy from two days of chasing rogues through frozen border scrub, and every muscle in my body is screaming for two things — sleep, and Elira. Not necessarily in that order. I want to go upstairs, sit at the edge of our bed, pull her against my chest until she stops looking at me like I put a knife between her ribs, and finally close my eyes knowing she's safe beside me.Instead I'm here. Watching Beta Corwin circle the same argument from six different directions, like a wolf that hasn't yet worked out how to close on something it desperately wants but knows it isn't allowed to simply take."You understand, Alpha, I only want what's best for the pack." He folds his hands over his stomach, settling deeper into his chair, a man clearly prepared to outlast me. "Rhea has bled beside you since you were children.
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Chapter: The MarkChapter 4: The MarkThe nightmare comes before the dark does, sliding into me the way water fills a cracked vessel — slow, then all at once.I am standing in the courtyard again, except this time the whole pack surrounds me in a tightening circle, faces I've known for five years twisted into something unrecognizable. Their mouths move in unison, over and over, a chant with no mercy in it.Wolf-less Luna. A Luna who cannot bear children.I try to run and my legs won't move. I try to speak, to defend myself, to tell them about the two pink lines hidden in blue tissue paper, but no sound comes out of my throat at all — as though the pack has decided, collectively, that I don't deserve a voice. Kade stands somewhere at the edge of the circle, watching, his face unreadable, making no move to stop any of it. I reach for him and my hand passes through empty air. Somewhere behind him, a shape I recognize as Rhea watches with quiet satisfaction, one hand resting on her belly, as though my unra
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Chapter: LockedChapter 3: LockedI make it as far as the window before the door opens behind me.I don't turn around. I stand there with my arms full of trampled blankets and broken dolls, staring out at the training yard where, only yesterday, I imagined Kade returning to a lavish dinner and a red dress and a gift box he'd never gotten the chance to open. The irony of it sits like a stone in my throat. Below, the last of the crates from the nursery are still being unloaded from the cart, dark wood furniture stacked against pale stone, and somewhere beyond them I can hear Rhea's voice, light and pleased, giving instructions to a servant about where her things should go."Elira."Kade's voice. Closer than I expect. I hear the door shut, hear the particular quiet that falls over a room when two people are finally, truly alone — the kind of quiet that used to feel safe, back when it meant just the two of us and nothing else.I set the blankets down on the chest at the foot of our bed, very carefully, a
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Chapter: The nurseryChapter 2: The NurseryKade doesn't come back.I sit on the edge of our bed for hours, still in the red dress, still clutching the crushed remains of the gift box, listening for footsteps in the corridor that never arrive. The candles burn low and gutter out one by one. Somewhere in the Alpha House, I can hear the faint murmur of activity — doors opening, voices low and urgent, the healer's assistants moving with quick, purposeful steps — all of it circling a room that isn't mine, around a woman who isn't me.I tell myself he'll come. He always comes. Five years of marriage have taught me that after every storm, Kade finds his way back to me eventually, contrite and warm, murmuring apologies against my hair. I wait for the sound of the door.It doesn't open.Midnight passes. Then, sometime after, the deep, dead hour when even the pack's night watch goes quiet. I press a hand to my stomach, to the impossible, fragile thing growing there, and I feel something crack open in my chest that
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Chapter: THE HOMECOMINGChapter 1: The HomecomingThe kitchen smells of rosemary and seared venison, of butter browning in the pan exactly the way he likes it — just past gold, never black. I move through the steam like I've choreographed it, sleeves pushed to my elbows, a smear of flour ghosted along my jaw. Five years of marriage have taught me exactly how Kade takes his meat, exactly how long to let the roots caramelize before they turn bitter, exactly which wine he'll reach for without looking.I've learned him the way a wolf-less Omega learns everything — carefully, completely, because I have nothing else to offer this pack but my attention. I can't shift. I can't run the moonlit forests with the rest of them, can't stand shoulder to shoulder with the warriors at the border and prove my worth in blood and claws. So I built my worth out of smaller things instead. A perfectly rested cut of meat. A room that remembers his exhaustion before he ever speaks of it. A wife who notices everything, because notici
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