SILVERMIST PACK The club was loud. Neon lights stuttered across Lucien’s face like judgment. The bass throbbed in his chest, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the voice in his head. You finally have an heir… You brought this on yourself.He downed another glass. Whiskey. Vodka. Something. He didn’t ask. Didn’t care.His tie hung loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, eyes bloodshot and burning. He hadn’t come here to think.He came to forget.And that’s when he saw her.She leaned against the far wall like sin incarnate—Evelyn. Zarek’s Beta. Ice-blonde hair swept over one shoulder, red lips parting slowly as she met his gaze. There was no greeting. No smile.Just the kind of stare a predator gives another when they’ve both tasted loss.Lucien stood slowly and walked over. She didn’t move, didn’t blink.“What a shame,” she said quietly, her voice wrapped in smoke. “The mighty Alpha… replaced by his own mates.”Lucien’s jaw tightened. “Don’t start.”“I’m not starting an
SILVERMIST PACKThe morning sun spilled through the tall windows like golden lies. The packhouse was too quiet. Unnaturally so.Lucien sat at the head of the long oak dining table, hands folded, jaw tight. Mira, as always, occupied the Luna’s seat to his right—back straight, lips painted in soft rouge, as if last night’s storm had never touched her. But Lucien couldn’t stop glancing her way. Something about her stillness felt… wrong.Stephanie entered last, hair brushed smooth, wearing a cream-colored dress that clung modestly to her slightly rounded belly. She paused before the table.“Good morning, everyone,” she said, her voice carrying a strange confidence.Lucien’s eyes flicked up. Mira barely turned her head.Stephanie stepped forward, preparing to sit.“Hold on.” Mira’s voice was calm but sharp as glass. “When did you start sitting at the table with us?”“I asked her to,” Lucien said before Stephanie could respond.Stephanie’s smirk was almost shy as she took her seat beside hi
SILVER MIST PACKThe sun hadn’t yet burned the dew off the rooftops when Mira’s car rolled to a stop in front of the packhouse. Her heel clicked once, then twice, against the gravel as she stepped out, the long black coat she wore fluttering like war flags around her.She didn’t speak to the guards. Didn’t nod. Didn’t blink.She stormed straight up the marble stairs and made a beeline for the locked room where she had imprisoned Jaxon and Liana—the precious pawns in her twisted legacy.But the room was empty.The bed was untouched. The food tray left behind. The surveillance crystal had been ripped out of the wall and smashed on the floor.Her blood turned to ice.“LUCIEN!” Her voice cracked through the walls like a war horn.Doors flung open upstairs. Wolves stirred from their rooms. Warriors flinched where they stood.Lucien emerged from his study, brows already furrowed. “Why are you yelling?” he asked, voice low but deadly.Mira turned on him, seething. “Where are they?”His brow
SILVER MIST PACKThe next morning broke with no kindness.Clouds hung low over the Silvermist Pack grounds like a curse waiting to fall. The chill in the air wasn’t from the weather—it was the aftershock of choices made in silence, decisions wrapped in betrayal.Mira stepped out of the packhouse, dressed in obsidian black from collar to boot. The fur lining of her coat whispered status, but it was her smile that truly unnerved anyone watching.Lucien was already outside, standing like a statue beneath the towering columns. His arms were folded across his broad chest, and his jaw was clenched so tight, Mira wondered if it might shatter.She walked past him without slowing, stilettos tapping against the concrete like gunshots.“Where are you going?” Lucien asked, voice low and unreadable.Mira paused by the door of the waiting black SUV. “Ever since yesterday’s little… emotional display, you’ve been shadowing me like a jealous mate.” She flashed him a smile. “You don’t have to be scared
SILVERMIST PACK Mira’s breath caught, her chest heaving as she stepped forward—toward Lucien, toward judgment, toward the man she had given everything for.“I never crossed the line!” she shouted, voice raw, hands flying to her chest like she could shield her heart from the blow. “Everything I did for you cost me my happiness. My womb, Lucien. My womanhood. And now—now you want to punish me for what? For wanting a child?”Lucien flinched as her words slammed into him.“I bled for this pack,” she cried, pointing at the walls around them. “I lied, I schemed, I buried things no Luna should ever have to carry. You—you looked the other way while I became the monster. And I became it for you!”“Mira,” he warned, voice low.“I gave you power,” she sobbed. “And all I asked in return was a legacy. A baby, Lucien. Just a baby. And you dare stand there and look at me like I’m filth for trying to have one?”She spun toward the stunned council guards, her tear-streaked face twisted with anguish a
SILVERMIST PACKMira had barely taken three steps away when she froze, something snapping in her eyes.“Wait,” she said suddenly, spinning back toward Stephanie. “I forgot a few things.”Stephanie, still pale, still trembling, looked up with hollow eyes.Mira’s tone sharpened. “You said it’s Calum’s child. But Calum’s been away for months. I just remembered.”Stephanie blinked. “It’s still his—”“Don’t insult my intelligence.” Mira’s voice sliced like broken glass. “You expect me to believe that? What kind of fool do you think I am?”Stephanie tried to step back, but the wall was already behind her. “I’m not lying—”“You’re always lying when it matters.” Mira advanced. “Who else did you sleep with?”“No one—”“Then the math doesn’t add up.” Mira’s voice was low now. Dangerous. “You’re pregnant. Calum’s been gone. So… whose child are you really carrying?”Stephanie glanced down, her hand involuntarily going to her stomach again.Mira seized on it.“You’re protecting him,” she said, dea