MasukLOGANCullen walked beside me with long, uneasy strides as we crossed the forest path. The sky above us was a deep blue shade that carried no comfort. My wolf had been restless since dawn and every second I spent away from Reina felt like a betrayal. Yet Cullen continued to speak with the same tense, doubtful voice he had carried since morning.He asked, “Logan, are you truly certain that we are going the right way? Are you sure you can trust that call? What if someone is trying to trick us? What if this is a plan to destroy our pack from the inside?” His worry was etched clearly in his tone, but it clashed against the certainty that throbbed inside my chest.I did not answer him. My eyes stayed fixed on the direction my instincts pulled me toward, and the more he spoke, the faster I walked. A strange tug gripped my ribs, like an invisible thread being drawn tighter with each step. My wolf paced inside me with the urgency of a creature who knew its mate was in danger. The bond between
REINAStill lying weakly on the bed, I felt as if every part of my body had been drained and wrung out like a cloth. My breath trembled as I whispered into the dim room, hoping desperately that someone outside would hear me. I said, “Please, someone help me. Please bring my baby to me. Please, I am begging.” My words floated out quietly, barely stronger than a breath, but they carried all the pain inside me. I listened for footsteps or even the sound of concern, but instead I heard the midwives whispering among themselves.One of them murmured, “Poor girl. This is such a sad situation.”Another replied softly, “I wish things were different for her. She did not deserve this.”Their pity was like salt on a wound. I had no strength to be angry at them, but their words made a fresh ache spread through my chest. I shut my eyes and whispered, “Moon goddess, please. Logan, please hear me. Please help me.” My voice broke halfway, and tears slid down the sides of my face.No one came. No one s
GUSTAVOGiovanni and I wore grooves into the stone corridor with how long we paced it. The air felt cold and heavy, charged with an anxiety neither of us dared admit out loud. Every now and then Giovanni rubbed the back of his neck and muttered a half-silent prayer while I tried to shake off the sick feeling twisting deep in my stomach. Something was wrong. I could not explain it. I only knew the feeling would not leave me alone. The long stretch of the corridor echoed with our footsteps and the muffled voices of midwives working behind the closed doors.We stopped when the door creaked open and Guapo stepped out. He wore the widest grin I had ever seen on his face, the kind that made him look proud enough to conquer the entire kingdom with nothing but that smile.“It is a boy,” he said.Giovanni slumped against the wall with relief. His shoulders finally loosened and he breathed out shakily. I wished I felt the same kind of joy, but my stomach churned harder instead. The sick sensa
LOGANThe early morning light crept through the tall windows of the tower, a soft gold that usually brought calm to the castle. Today it felt cold. I stood alone at the highest point of the fortress, looking down into the courtyard as the pack prepared for another day under the shadow of my mistakes. Mist lifted from the stone paths, curling in the air like breath from a sleeping giant, and the faint chill made everything look too quiet at first.The silence broke when Seraphina stormed into view. She moved with sharp steps and her voice rang out before anyone could greet her.“Are you blind? Do you not see me coming?” she shouted at a young kitchen assistant who had frozen at the sight of her. “Look at me when I speak to you. I am your Luna.”The girl bowed quickly, trembling. “I am sorry, Luna. I did not mean to offend.”“Sorry? You think sorry is enough?” Seraphina stepped closer and grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her face upward. “You and the rest of this ungrateful pack treat m
REINAAfter Guapo walked out and the door shut behind him, the room felt painfully still. The silence pressed into my chest until it became hard to breathe. My tears started falling again before I could even think of holding them back. Everything inside me felt shattered, scattered across the cold space like pieces I no longer knew how to gather.Moonrose had warned me. She had whispered fear into my dreams and sent uneasy tremors into my chest whenever Guapo walked into the room. She had told me that trusting him would lead to more pain. Yet I had convinced myself that I could control the situation if I simply stayed calm. I believed that the years had changed something. I believed that motherhood would soften their hearts. Or at least, I hoped it would soften their hatred for me.But Moonrose had been right from the beginning. And I had been terribly foolish.Her voice rose inside my head, soft and warm, wrapping around my trembling thoughts.> You did not deserve what happened. You
GUAPOThe moment my hand struck her cheek, the sound cracked through the tower like a violent warning. Reina’s head snapped to the side, her knees buckled, and she slumped to the floor. For a heartbeat, silence swallowed everything. Then Gustavo’s voice tore through it with raw fury.“What is wrong with you?” he shouted. He knelt beside her trembling body, his hands shaking as he checked her pulse. “You hit her. She is in labour and you hit her.”I did not want to hear him. I already knew what I had done, but the situation had spiraled beyond reason. Reina had lost control. She had been thrashing and screaming and refusing any help. She was going to harm herself or the baby. I acted because she needed to stop.Giovanni did not waste time arguing. He ran toward the stairway and disappeared down the steps to call for the medics. His boots echoed against the stone walls until the sound faded.Gustavo rounded on me again. “You could have killed her. You could have killed the child.”I fol







