MasukChapter 159DARIUS"Please don't follow me anymore," he continued, speaking over whatever I'd been about to say. "Please don't show up where I am or try to talk to me or—or any of it. It just makes everything harder. For both of us.""I can't promise that," I said honestly. "I can't promise to just walk away and pretend I don't know what you're going through.""Then promise me you'll be careful," he said, finally turning to look at me. "Promise me you won't do anything reckless that might get my mother killed. Please, Darius. That's all I'm asking."The desperation in his voice, the fear in his eyes, made something in my chest crack. "I promise I won't take any action without thinking through all the consequences," I said carefully. "I promise I won't do anything that would put your mother in immediate danger."It wasn't the promise he'd asked for, not exactly. But it was the best I could give him without lying.Kyle seemed to recognize the distinction, because his expression tighten
Chapter 158DARIUSI pointed to where I'd placed them neatly by the dresser. Kyle moved toward them, his gait unsteady, and bent to pick them up. He had to brace himself against the dresser, and I could see his hands shaking as he tried to put the shoes on while standing."Sit down," I said, gesturing to the chair near the window. "You're going to fall over.""I'm fine," he insisted, even as he swayed and had to catch himself again."Kyle—""I said I'm fine!" The words came out sharp and brittle. "I don't need your help. I don't need your concern. I don't need—" His voice cracked. "I don't need you complicating my life any more than you already have."That hurt more than I wanted to admit. But I forced myself to focus on what he needed rather than what I felt. "At least let me drive you. You're in no condition to—""No." He finally got his shoes on and stood, grabbing his jacket from where I'd draped it over the chair. "If someone sees me getting out of your car, if anyone connects me
Chapter 157THE MORNING OF ISABELLA'S ATTACKDARIUS VERSION OF THAT MORNINGDARIUSThe buzzing sound cut through my sleep like a knife, jarring me awake with the kind of sudden alertness that came from years of being responsible for pack security. My eyes snapped open, my body already tensing for whatever threat had triggered my instincts, before I realized the sound was coming from Kyle's phone vibrating against the nightstand.Kyle stirred beside me, his hand reaching out blindly for the device even as his eyes remained closed. He was still mostly asleep, operating on autopilot as he fumbled with the phone and brought it to his ear."Hello?" His voice was rough with exhaustion, thick with sleep, barely more than a mumble.I could hear Evelyn's voice on the other end even from where I was lying—sharp, demanding, completely unconcerned with the fact that it was barely six in the morning and Kyle had gotten maybe five hours of sleep after three days of being run ragged."Where are you?
Chapter 156ISABELLA"I'm still a little scared," I admitted honestly. "Because it's all so new and confusing. But I'm not scared of you. I could never be scared of you, baby."We finished selecting shirts quickly after that—Lucas had always been efficient when shopping, preferring to get it done and move on to more interesting activities. As we made our way toward the checkout area, I heard raised voices that made my blood run cold.Damon's voice, hard with authority. "You need to leave. Now."And another voice I recognized all too well. "She's my wife, Rodriquez. I have every right to speak with her."Max.I rounded the corner to find my ex-husband standing near the checkout, flanked by two men I didn't recognize but who radiated the same predatory energy as Damon's guards. Max's eyes found me immediately, and something dark and possessive flashed across his face."Isabella," he said, his voice deceptively pleasant. "It's been too long. I've been worried about you.""Worried," I re
Chapter 155ISABELLA"Deal!" they agreed instantly, already scanning the shelves for their preferred options."You're going to spoil them," Elena observed with amusement."They deserve to be spoiled a little," I said defensively. "Besides, Legos are educational. They build spatial reasoning and fine motor skills.""You sound like you're trying to convince yourself," she said with a knowing smile."Maybe I am," I admitted. "I just want them to be happy. To feel safe and loved and like they can finally be kids without fear of punishment."Elena's expression softened. "You're going to be a wonderful Luna, Isabella. You already have the most important quality—putting your pack's wellbeing above everything else."Before I could respond to that loaded statement, I heard a familiar voice calling my name."Isabella? Is that you?"I turned to find Marcus and Lisa—the two guards Damon had assigned to accompany us—entering the store. And behind them, looking somewhat sheepish, was Damon himself.
Chapter 154ISABELLAShopping with three five-year-old werewolf cubs turned out to be significantly more challenging than I'd anticipated.I'd naively assumed that taking Tommy and Sean to buy clothes would be similar to the shopping trips I'd done with Lucas over the past two months. Quick, efficient, with minimal drama and maximum cooperation from a child who generally stayed glued to my side like a well-behaved shadow.I'd forgotten that the twins were an entirely different breed of chaos."Mama, look at this!" Tommy called from three aisles over, somehow having escaped my supervision in the thirty seconds I'd turned my attention to help Sean pick out shirts."Mama, can we get these?" Sean asked, holding up a pair of light-up sneakers that were absolutely not what we'd come here to buy."Mama, Tommy's climbing the display!" Lucas reported dutifully, his hand still firmly clasped in mine like he was afraid I'd lose track of him in the chaos his new brothers were creating.I closed m







