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Blaze “We really doing this?” I mutter, staring at my reflection. The mirror gives me back a version of myself I’m still getting used to—clean-shaven, hair brushed back, black shirt buttoned to the neck. No grease stains, no smudges. Just nerves and something in my throat that won’t go down no matter how hard I swallow. Eight fucking months. That’s how long it’s been since Carlo walked back into my life like a goddamn knight and didn’t leave this time. Eight months of unlearning resentment, of sleeping in the same bed, of making space for his toothbrush. Eight months of fighting in the kitchen, fucking on the couch, and waking up tangled in limbs that feel like home now. His dad's been on life support for three of those months. That bastard won’t die, and won’t live either. The doctors gave up saying hopeful shit. He has just a few months to live. Now Carlo’s got the whole empire dumped on him, signed and sealed. His name's on everything—except technically, it’s his son’s name o

BlazeI walk in and stop cold.Carlo’s face is pale, lips parted like he forgot how to speak. His eyes flick to me, and it’s like he’s seeing a ghost. I’ve seen this look once before—when we were standing outside the courtroom three years ago. That same fucking horror carved into his features.“Babe,” he chokes, his voice breaking in the middle. “My dad. He collapsed. He’s… he’s in the hospital. I need to go. My mom’s there alone.”I don’t think. “Hey. I’m coming with you.”His brows lift, unsure. But I step closer and nod. “You don’t need to do this shit alone.”He stares at me for a beat too long, like he’s trying to figure out if this is real. Then he nods. “Okay.”We make sure mum gets her meds, her comfort. She gives me this knowing look as I kiss her cheek and tell her we’ll be back. Like she already knows something big is about to go down.The car ride to the hospital is quiet. Carlo’s hands grip the wheel too tight, his jaw clenched. I want to say something, but I also know wh

CarloThe first thing I feel is heat. His body warm against mine, soft skin under my arm, the weight of him grounding me like gravity. Morning sunlight slips past the curtains, painting slow, gold streaks across the bed. I don’t want to fucking move. Ever.Blaze breathes slow, still asleep, back pressed into my chest. He smells like sweat and oil and whatever soap he uses that always lingers on his neck. It used to haunt me. Now it’s here, real, right under my nose. I shift down, bury my face there, take a breath like I’m scared it might vanish again.He stirs, his hips rolling back, grinding lazily against me.“Hm!” he moans, not even opening his eyes. But that smirk on his lips? Yeah. He knows exactly what he’s doing.“You’re fucking dangerous,” I mutter, pressing forward just to feel that friction. My dick’s hard and angry from hours of being this close to him without doing anything about it.I slide my hand under the pillow. The tiny cold metal’s still in my pocket from last night

Blaze“You’re late again,” I mutter, not looking up. My hands are deep in the guts of this old engine, grease streaked up my arms, sweat clinging to my neck. The shop’s quiet today, just the low hum of the radio in the back and the faint scent of oil in the air. Feels like just another day. Same shit, different bike.“Boss, the parts just came in,” Ricky calls from the back room. I grunt, tightening one last bolt before sitting back on my heels.The bell over the front door jingles.Without looking, I call out, “We’re backed up this week. You can drop it off or come back next Tuesday.”The footsteps that follow are too sharp. Measured. Not one of the usual regulars. Not some random off the street either. There’s this… weight in the room now. Like the air’s gotten heavier all of a sudden.Then—“Blaze.”I freeze.That voice. Low. Steady. The one that’s lived somewhere in the back of my head for three damn years no matter how hard I tried to shut it out.Slow, like I’m underwater, I tur

Blaze3 years later“You gonna stand there admiring your trophies all night or are you coming to eat?”Alexi’s voice snaps me out of it. I blink, dragging my gaze off the shelf. The gold glint of the new championship cup stares back at me—another fucking win. Another proof I clawed my way back to the top. No.1 again.But standing here… it doesn’t feel like enough.I grab a beer from the fridge and head to the couch where Alexi’s sprawled with her girl. Taylor—sharp eyes, half-shaved hair, a smirk that says she could wreck anyone in her way. They’ve been together a year now. The longest Alexi’s stuck with anyone.“Finally,” Alexi says, pulling her legs off the cushion so I can sit. “You’re worse than an old man staring at his war medals.”I grunt. “Better than having none.”Taylor snorts. “Cocky as fuck, aren’t you?”“Comes with being the best.” I take a swig, letting the cold bite through the dull ache in my chest.Alexi leans her head on Taylor’s shoulder, looking smug as hell. “Well

Carlo “Carlo… wake up.” A voice. Faint. Shaky. Somewhere in the dark. I groan, half-asleep. My arm is draped across Blaze’s waist. The sheets are tangled around us. His skin is warm under my palm. It’s still night outside, no light coming in through the curtains. Then I hear it again—only this time it’s not Blaze’s voice. It’s rough. Sharp. “Carlo Davenport. Get the fuck up.” I shoot up, blinking fast. The room’s full of men. Black suits. Guns. No fucking faces I know. “What the fuck—” I start to say, but one of them grabs me by the throat, shoving me back against the headboard. Blaze jerks awake, eyes wide. “Carlo?” “Don’t fucking move,” the man snarls. Another pair of hands yank Blaze off the bed. He fights—hard—but there’s too many of them. One of them backhands him across the mouth. Blood splatters. Blaze gasps, struggling against the arms holding him. “Let him go, you fucking bastards—!” I shout, thrashing, trying to get free. Another fist to my ribs. Pain shoots thro

The air in NorthHill is thick with tension. A kind of stillness that holds everyone’s breath in place. No one says it aloud, but they all know—something is happening in the East Wing.It’s been building for hours.Lumina feels pain bolts through her waist again, "Arghhh" she screams. Bianca and the healers standing above her.Theon paces outside the room, back and forth, jaw clenched tight. His shirt is soaked from the storm that hit earlier, but he hasn’t noticed. Every time someone opens the door, his head snaps toward it like a loaded weapon.Bianca steps out at last, shutting the door gently behind her.“She’s in active labor,” she says. “The first pup is crowning.”Theon doesn’t move for a beat.Then he says, “And she?”“She’s strong,” Bianca says. “Focused. No signs of complications yet.”Yet.The word lands like a hammer in his chest.He nods, stepping back as Bianca goes in again. The door closes.He breathes once. Then again.Inside, the room is quiet except for the sounds of

Months have gone by, and Lumina’s pregnancy has shifted from wonder to routine. Her scent fills every corridor of the NorthHill packhouse, soft and thick, a blend of ancient magic and motherhood. But while the attention remains mostly on the Luna, and her unborn twins, something else has been quietly unfolding beneath the surface.In the late hours of the afternoon, Theon is seated in his study, a file open in front of him but barely read. His mind is already elsewhere when a knock lands on the door. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Just firm enough.“Come in,” Theon says.Bernardo steps inside. His posture is stiff, but not with fear. More like someone bracing for something heavy. Behind him, the door closes gently, shutting out the hallway noise. Theon watches him closely.“Alpha,” Bernardo says, bowing his head.“You don’t need formalities,” Theon replies. “Speak.”Bernardo clears his throat, then glances back toward the door as if to make sure no one is listening. “There’s something I’ve

The black car rolls to a stop just past PhantomMoon’s border, quiet under the orange spread of dusk. Lumina steps out first, brushing her palm against the fabric of her dress. It’s simple—soft blue, high collar, loose around the stomach. She’s pregnant, and it shows, though just slightly. Her presence, though, speaks louder than her bump.Two NorthHill guards flank her, one tall and silent, the other a few years younger but alert. They say nothing as she steps forward alone, her hands at her sides, her posture calm.“I won’t be long,” she tells them without looking back. “Stay with the car. Don’t enter the compound.”They hesitate. The older one nods eventually. “Yes, Luna.”She walks ahead, steps slow, her pulse steady. PhantomMoon Pack is smaller, more compact, surrounded by clustered trees and clean brick. It’s not home, but it once felt like peace.The moment she passes the gates, heads turn. Wolves lounging near the patrol shed rise to their feet. No one stops her. They’ve heard

She leans closer, eyes dropping slightly.“You know.”He stares at her.She grins. “Sex. It’s ridiculous. I woke up needing it. I nap and dream about it. I walk past you and practically combust.”“Okay. That’s graphic.”“It’s true.”He raises a brow. “You’re sure it’s safe?”“Yes,” she says. “They get calmer after. I swear.”“That’s… deeply weird.”She nudges him. “Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed. I basically try to climb you every time you sit too long.”“I thought you were cuddly.”“I was starving.”He smiles at her. She rests her head on his shoulder.“You’re glowing,” he says after a moment.“I’m bloated.”“You’re beautiful.”She closes her eyes, letting herself lean into him. Their breathing syncs.Then she pulls back.Her hand finds his. “Do you think they’ll be like you?”“I hope they have your strength,” he says. “Your calm.”She lifts a brow. “Calm?”He nods. “There’s something… different about how you carry them. You’re not afraid. Not even a little.”“I was afraid. That f

A few weeks later***The night air is thick with anticipation.The courtyard of the NorthHill packhouse is lit with dozens of floating lanterns, glowing softly against the deep velvet sky. The full moon hangs low above the gathering like a silent witness, silver and round, casting its light over everyone below.Warriors line the outer perimeter. Elders sit to the right. Nana stands near the altar, hands clasped, her head bowed. There’s a subtle hum of magic in the air—gentle, protective, ancient. It pulses faintly beneath the ground.Theon stands at the top of the stone steps, dressed in ceremonial black, trimmed with silver. A cape falls from his shoulders, clasped at the neck with the insignia of NorthHill. His expression is unreadable. Steady. But his eyes keep scanning the crowd, searching for her.And then she appears.Lumina walks into the courtyard slowly, dressed in ivory silk, the fabric flowing like water around her legs. Her silver hair is woven up, braided and crowned w

Months passed peacefully in NorthHill. The pack bloomed. Smiles returned to the faces of its members again. Children returned to playing in the courtyards. Warriors trained without the fear of undead claws looming over them. And though many still mourned — those who’d lost siblings, parents, mates — they did so with a strange kind of peace. A peace that came with knowing they’d fought darkness and lived to see morning.Theon is still in the war room when the gate alarm rings once… then again.Low. Short bursts.A warning signal.He doesn’t lift his head immediately. Just stares at the map, his mind already calculating.One of the guards bursts in, chest heaving like he ran the whole stretch of the eastern wing.“Alpha,” the guard pants, eyes flicking between Theon and Bernardo. “There’s a visitor… from PhantomMoon.”Bernardo’s brows lift. “PhantomMoon? Now?”Theon finally looks up. “Who?”The guard shifts uneasily. “Alpha Orion.”The name drops like a slab of stone in still water. The

The living room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and occasional laughter, the warmth of companionship wrapping around me like a familiar blanket.Navian sat beside me, his eyes reflecting both relief and concern. I glanced around at the others—Rita, Mikel, and someone I hadn’t expected to see—Elena, Navian’s fiancée.Having Elena in the room made me feel off and it only got worse when she took a step forward, the atmosphere thickening. Her eyelids were puffy and her cheeks were crimson.It looked like she had been sobbing non-stop for many hours. I studied her with caution because I didn’t know what to anticipate.Elena said with a trembling voice, "Anna." “I—I need to apologize. For everything.”I frowned, glancing at Navian for an explanation, but he nodded, silently urging me to hear her out.“I—worked with Hannah to get you and Owen kidnapped,” she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.“I was jealous and insecure. I thought—thought Navian still had feelings for

I watched as Landen cradled Owen in his arms and rocked him back and forth like a baby. I could see the tenderness in his gaze as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Seeing him this protective and caring kind of guy reminded me of their planned connection. "He's so peaceful when he sleeps." I walked over to them and whispered, “Like all the pain and chaos we’ve been through never touched him.”Landen glanced up at me, his eyes shining with a warmth I hadn’t seen in years. “It’s because of you, Anna. You’ve always protected him, kept him safe when I couldn’t.”I smiled softly, reaching out to brush my fingers through Owen’s hair. “We both protected him, Landen. We’re both his parents.”A flicker of something—guilt, regret—crossed his face. He looked down at Owen, his jaw tightening.“I failed him. I failed both of you. I let you go… let you suffer alone because I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”“Landen,” I whispered, my voice gentle but firm. “We’ve been throug

Anna's POVI found myself in the middle of the pack house, surveying the crowd spread before me. Some faces were known to me, while a few were unknown but friendly faces, filled with respect and warmth.It was heartwarming to hear Landen’s voice echo around the room, announcing my presence after such a long time.“Today, we acknowledge what should have never been questioned,” Landen declared, his gaze steady on me.“Anna is the rightful Luna of the Moonlight Pack. Her strength, courage, and unwavering loyalty have proven that time and again. And,” he paused, his voice softening as he looked at Owen, “our son, Owen, is the true heir of this pack.”Around us, cheers broke out. I felt a wave of emotions rush through me as a result of the music. I blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes while maintaining a straight face. I had believed I had lost this moment and this realization forever.I glanced over at Owen, who was standing beside Landen, a proud smile on his sma

I wasn’t separated from Anna for hours it seemed like I had been watching over her the whole day. Each day washed the other away, sleepless nights and hours of waiting where the days became a blur. I sat by her bedside and only got up occasionally to attend to Owen or get something I needed.It mattered not whether the roof above was made of iron or gold; it mattered not whether the earth below was stone or sand; it didn’t matter whether the food on the table was plain or grand; the only thing that was important was to be here with her, waiting for her to wake up and give me her smile once again, to hear her laughter, to hear her say “I’m fine.”It was very silent in that room, the only audible noises were the …beeping of the heart monitor, and the sound of the equipment. I saw how Anna’s chest was moving up and down, but she was so weak, so slim, so unlike the woman I had married.I reached out and touched her gently on her hand, afraid to grip it too firmly lest she break.“Anna,” I

Gerald was finally behind bars, I was standing just outside of the cell, looking at him across the heavy barred iron, I looked at him that way.He looked right back at me and his eyes were filled with anger and hate that had been brewed deep within him.“You think this is over, Landen?” Gerald sneered, his lips curling back. “You may have won this round, but you’ll never truly defeat me. The bond I have with Anna—”“Shut your mouth,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “You lost, Gerald. There’s no bond, no claim. You’ll rot in this cell for the rest of your miserable life.”I turned on my heel, walking away before I could do something I’d regret. I couldn’t afford to let Gerald’s words affect me now. Not when Anna’s life still hung in the balance. I glanced at the pack warriors standing guard.“No one goes in or out without my express permission,” I ordered. “He doesn’t get to speak to anyone. Understood?”“Yes, Alpha,” they replied in unison, their stances firm and unyielding.Sa

I glanced up as the two warriors dragged a struggling, screaming Hannah towards me. Her screams broke through the mayhem and blood that had marred the evening, resonating throughout the warehouse.My so-called wife, the one who had destroyed all I had ever held dear, was the object of my unwavering gaze.“What is the meaning of this?” I growled, narrowing my eyes at the warriors.My voice came out low and dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. Anger coursed through my veins like fire. “You dare to handle my wife like that?”The words slipped out before I could stop them, but even as I said them, they felt foreign on my tongue. I didn’t recognize them as mine.Was she really my wife? Could I even call her that when Anna—my true mate—was lying on the cold ground, bleeding out in front of me?“We apologize, Alpha, but…” One of the warriors hesitated, glancing at his partner before meeting my gaze again.“We saw the Luna pull the trigger that just shot Lady Anna.”All I could feel was cold, a