LOGINDavidI should have killed her the moment she stepped through the door.That thought comes unbidden sharp, instinctive and it terrifies me that it still exists.My hand slips. The glass shatters.The sound is too loud, too final, and I know in that instant that everyone sees it. The crack in my control. The fear.Not of her. Of the truth. She looks exactly like her mother.Not in the face, not fully but in the eyes. That same steady, infuriating calm. That refusal to bow. The quiet certainty that made the bond latch so fiercely it nearly tore me apart.Narissa. Standing in my house. On my land.Invited.I feel King stir violently beneath my skin, hackles rising, rage and panic colliding so fast I can barely separate them. He remembers her mother too. The bond. The pull. The pain of rejection.She should not exist, he snarls.Neither of us ever meant for her to.“You,” I snarl, because if I don’t speak first, I might freeze completely. “You have no right ”“I was invited.”Her voice is
Narissa Nerves tangle in my body as I drive toward the pack house. I received a phone call from Oliver not too long after our meeting. He explained his thoughts and was curious if I ever wanted to meet our family. A part of me wanted to meet them, so I’ve been mulling over the information for a good few days until Sam convinced me to go and see Soph, it would be nice to see her again, I have missed having her around.Taking a deep breath I make my way toward the entrance of the grand mansion, I am impressed with the scale of it. I recognized how much care and consideration was put into each building and planned out incredibly for each of the surrounding houses, perhaps one day if I am allowed back I’ll be able to have a proper tour. After tonight, though I’m not completely sure what that will look like. Even if Oliver’s intentions are good, his father wouldn’t like my presence here. The doors spring open as I step over the threshold, into the grand building. I’m not exactly met with
SophiaThe four of us stand in front of Liverpool's pack house. Zanders holding the bottle of wine so tightly that his knuckles are turning white, I’m half surprised it hasn’t broken yet. The automatic evening lights flicker off since none of us have moved for a good five minutes causing Oliver to flinch back a little. I wrap my hand around my mate, gazing up at him. Pure panic is etched over his face, a sweat has broken out on his forehead as little beads start falling. “Are you ok? I whisper to him, rubbing his arm hoping the sparks of our bond will help sooth his nerves. “Not really,” he forces out, giving me a half smile trying to show his appreciation. It took a lot of convincing for both him and Ashleigh to be here tonight. I didn’t want either of them to have any regrets later on, especially since Ashleigh is about to have her first pup. Zander and I had to convince them both it was a small olive branch Oliver's mum had offered, it might be the only one if we didn’t say y
Oliver“For fuck’s sake, can we get back on track?”Daniel’s voice snaps across the boardroom, sharp and sudden enough to cut clean through the half-dozen overlapping conversations. The room drops into silence so fast it’s almost physical, like the air itself flinches.That alone makes my spine straighten.Daniel doesn’t snap. Not like this.He’s usually sprawled back in his chair, boots crossed at the ankle, grin never far from his mouth, the one who cracks jokes when tensions rise, not the one snapping under them. Seeing him leaning forward now, forearms braced on the table, jaw locked tight and eyes dark with irritation, puts every alpha in the room on alert.Bobby and Jax both raise their brows, exchanging a quick look before glancing between Daniel, Zander, and me, clearly reassessing the mood.We’ve been trapped in this boardroom for over two hours.The air is stale, thick with testosterone and impatience, the faint scent of wolf musk clinging to the walls like it’s been soaked
SophiaThe lights flicker around the dark room as the thumping music echoes through, numbing our worries away. The bar in the back already has a lineup with excessive amounts of people, and the DJ is up on the stage doing his thing effectively as our thoughts drown away almost instantly. Even without the liquid encouragement, it has already started the effect. Despite Ashleigh being pregnant, Daniel suggested we all go out tonight. After the last week and a bit, we’ve all needed to blow off some steam and I don’t think I’ve seen any of them happier at the suggestion. Ash, Amber, and I are all dressed to the nines tonight, letting the boys eat their little hearts out the moment they see us come down from the main room. Jaws dropped, and drool seeping from their mouth was exactly the type of reaction we wanted.I’m wearing a cute little black dress with gold pumps and gold accessories. Oliver hasn’t let me leave his side yet, and quite honestly, I don’t want him to. If all goes well
Oliver I haven’t heard from anyone from Liverpool for the last week. Since then, we’ve been closed up in this cottage, only going on runs in the woods every few days or down to the grocery shop for supplies. Sophia has been amazing, trying to make me feel better about the whole fucked up situation, but in all honesty, nothing she does will help. It’s not her fault, nor should it have ever been, that my family is so fucked. I know she sometimes blames herself, which is so incorrect that it annoys me. We both help each other when we can’t get out of the rut we’ve been in. My phone buzzes on the coffee table while we enjoy our afternoon as the rain pours outside. I reached out to check the new message that Ashleigh sent today. She has been trying to get us both to tell her what happened, but I don’t want to burden her with that knowledge. Ashleigh: How are you today? Free this evening for some dinner with everyone?I shudder at the word, everyone. While I do like her new friends, I’
Oliver My mind races as I follow my father to his office. I slump into one of the chairs opposite his desk. It feels like I haven’t been here in ages. I look around the familiar room … he hasn’t changed anything. It’s old and still smells of dust and an odd orange-smokey scent, reminding me of the
Oliver Her scent of strawberries and cinnamon is driving us both wild, making Ace want to mark her straight away and beg for forgiveness later. “I… no, I can’t,” she whispers, her voice barely audible as she backs away from us, making my heart shatter into pieces. Ace’s anger washes over me once mo
Sophia The rushing sound of running water flows through my ears, and the scent of fresh water, dirt, grass, and wildflowers assaults my nose. My eyes land on a breathtaking waterfall, surrounded by greenery and the tallest trees you can imagine that go higher and higher until you can’t see the tops
Sophia I breathe in the familiar scent of home as I try with all my might not to look back at him. I am a bit embarrassed that I feel this way … toward a stranger no less. Who does this? My body screams for him, aches for him, already my mind is consumed by thoughts of HIM. How is this even possib







