LOGINMarcel:
“Are you sure that her staying here is the right idea, Marcel?” My beta, Vladimir, asked.
He had been waiting for me outside the infirmary door, and though ration told me that he was right to ask… her staying was not a good idea judging by everything. But I was not sending my mate to die.
“I am not going to send her back into whatever hell she’s been through. But you are going to look into her story.” I said, and he nodded.
“What am I to find?”
“Anything that would lead to her. I want to know why she was cast out. Look for a Lia Volkov.” He looked at the door for a second before turning his attention to me.
“An Alpha born who was cast out a rogue by her pack… pretty sure that we already have our options narrowed. But she is not from here. We would have known if she was.” He said, and I ran my fingers through my hair.
The two of us kept walking, heading out, and though part of me didn’t want to leave, another knew that I had to. Plus, I needed to take care of a lot for now, and Lia, as tempting as it was going to be to talk to her, was not giving me the better resolve.
“I don’t really care where she is from. I want to know what she did to be cast out.” I said, heading toward my room. “Whatever it is that you find on her, I want to know. She is not going anywhere, and she is going to eventually realize that she is safe here. At least, as long as she doesn’t start causing trouble.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know what I find.” He said, and I nodded.
“And Vladimir?” I asked, making him raise an eyebrow.
“Be sure that no one finds out about this.” He walked away without saying another word. I didn’t need him to. If I trusted anyone in this world, it was him.
My best friend and the man who grew by my side. It was supposed to be Elara as my beta, she was born into it. But I grew up with Vladimir, and I always knew that he was going to be my right hand.
The moment of peace in my room didn’t last for long, though.
A soft chime sounded at the door moments later instead, the polite kind, practiced. I didn’t need my wolf to tell me who it would be. The scent reached me first. Familiar. Sweetened with submission.
“Enter,” I said flatly.
She stepped inside with measured confidence, the kind taught, not born. Dark hair loose over her shoulders, silk clinging to her frame like it was made for nights that never asked questions. One of my consorts. One of the women chosen long ago to ease an Alpha’s temper when violence threatened to spill over.
She stopped just inside the room.
“My Alpha,” she murmured, eyes lowering before lifting again, slow and deliberate. “Luna Isobel sent me. I hope that I wasn’t intruding.”
I raised an eyebrow. That was all.
She took it as permission.
She crossed the room with quiet grace, every step calculated. I didn’t move. Didn’t stop her. This was routine. Expected. Clean.
Her fingers brushed my arm first. Then she leaned in, lips grazing the line of my jaw, her breath warm against my skin.
“You’ve been tense,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. “I can feel it in your shoulders.”
She ran her hands over my chest, down to my abdomen… “Let me…”
Her mouth shifted closer to my lips.
I caught her wrist.
Not hard. Just enough.
She froze.
“Enough,” I said calmly.
Confusion flickered across her face. “Did I…? I’m sorry…”
“You’re dismissed.”
The words landed heavier than a shout.
She searched my eyes, clearly unsure if this was a test. A mood. A punishment. “My Alpha, if I did anything to offend you…”
“Leave,” I repeated, firmer now. “Now.”
She stepped back immediately, head lowering, composure snapping back into place. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the room, the door closing softly behind her.
Silence reclaimed the space.
My wolf snarled, not in hunger, but irritation.
It wasn’t her scent that lingered.
It was Lia’s. The mate who was now daring to challenge.
Blood. Defiance. Rejection that still burned like an open wound.
I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly.
This wasn’t lust.
It wasn’t need.
It was something far more dangerous.
And my mother knew it.
The door was knocked again, and the low growl that escaped me was one that I couldn’t stop… it was one of annoyance. But it was the next words that made my eyes harden…
“Alpha, it is your guest.” One of my men said, making me frown. “She ran away, Alpha…”
Isobel:I have buried pride before.But never like this, never in a way that I knew defied everything that I knew and would have fought to protect.The courtyard had been transformed, white florals draped along the archway, lanterns suspended from the trees, soft fabric flowing in the warm breeze. It was not the kind of wedding our ancestors would have recognized.It was better.It was chosen.And yet one detail remained unfinished.Viktor stood near the far column, stiff as carved stone, dressed properly but looking as though he would rather face a battlefield than the aisle ahead of him.Coward.I approached him without ceremony.He didn’t want to be here, but it was me who forced him to come.“You will walk her,” I said.He didn’t look at me. “I have no intention of playing father. If I am here, it is because you had your men drag me here, Luna Isobel.”My hand moved before I thought about it.I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him back against the column, his eyes widened in su
Lia:The garden had changed since the fire.Or maybe I had.The roses had been replanted. The stone path restored. The fountain repaired. But there was something softer about it now, like the place itself had survived something terrible and chosen to bloom anyway.Much like us.“Go,” Luna Isobel had told me earlier, a faint smile on her lips. “He’s been pacing holes into the grass for the last half hour.”I had laughed.“He’s nervous?” I asked. “That only spells chaos if he is.”She lifted a brow. “You forget who raised him, and you tend to forget that things like this are not really part of what he wants to do.”I hesitated at the doorway for a second before turning back to her.“Thank you… Mama.”The word had slipped out naturally.It always did now.For a moment, her composure had cracked, just slightly. She liked it when I called her that. Even when she tried to pretend she didn’t.“Go,” she repeated gently. “Before he wears the poor garden down to dirt. He might come and get you
Marcel:I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.Not when I knew that I needed to be awake for my Luna and children.But sometime between checking the twins for the tenth time and making sure Lia’s breathing hadn’t changed, I found myself sitting beside my mother’s bed, staring at the rise and fall of her chest.The room was dimmer now. Quieter.For once, there was no shouting. No fire.The children were asleep in their bassinets in the nursery. Lia needed to get some sleep, and I knew that despite her not wanting to actually admit it, she knew how exhausted she truly was.My mother stirred, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips when I realized that she was moments away from waking up.It was slight at first, a shift beneath the blankets.Then her eyes opened.For a second, she didn’t seem to understand where she was. Her gaze moved across the ceiling, then to the walls, then to me.Recognition settled in slowly.And then her eyes widened.“Lia,” she breathed. “The babies. There
Lia:They brought them closer.Marcel put his hand on my lower back, holding me upright as if I would break with the slightest of movement.I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder, purring softly as a sign of gratitude. He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second before he pulled away to look down at me.Aria placed our son in my arms first.He was heavier than he looked. Warm. Real.I stared at him, afraid to blink. His tiny mouth moved in his sleep, brows furrowed slightly as if already disapproving of something in this world. I had to fight back laughing at the sight, knowing well that he was going to turn out much like his father.Marcel leaned closer, one large hand hovering uncertainly before finally brushing a finger along our son’s cheek.“He looks serious,” he murmured.I smiled faintly. “He just fought his way into the world. And he reminds me of a certain Alpha who seems to find it harder to accept anything in this world.”Marcel’s lips twitched, but
Lia:My body felt like it didn’t belong to me.And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find it easy to breathe with everything that was going on.Heavy. Hollow. Aching in places I didn’t know could ache.The first thing I was aware of was Marcel’s voice.Low. Rough. Angry.But his voice was the one that I was looking for, the one that would have settled me even through this pain…Then another voice that made my stomach churn.One I hadn’t heard this close in a long time.My father.The man who I knew would want to do everything in his power to have me dead. And the fact that he was here only told me that this was not going to have the best outcome.I forced my eyes open.The ceiling blurred for a moment before faces came into focus.Marcel was standing at my bedside, rigid, his body positioned slightly in front of mine like a shield.Dominic stood near the far wall.Aria was close to the bassinets.And my father… he looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically. Just… diminished
Marcel:The room was finally quiet.Not the kind of silence that comes before battle.The kind that comes after something survives.Lia lay pale against the pillows, her hair damp against her temples, her breathing steady but fragile. She hadn’t woken yet. The healer had said exhaustion. Blood loss. That her body had simply shut down after giving everything it had.I hadn’t left her side.Two bassinets stood beside the bed.Our children…I kept looking at them like they might disappear if I blinked.Our son slept on his back, one tiny fist curled beside his face. The second bassinet held the smaller one, wrapped tighter, her breathing softer but steady.Across the room, my mother rested on a cot near the wall. Bandaged. Pale. But alive. Stable.I had barely processed that yet, but the fact that she was alive washed over me in ways that I couldn’t and would not be able to describe.The rogue man and woman stood near the doorway. “You never introduced yourselves.”“Ian,”“And Nina,” the
Aria:The evening light slipped across the room like spilled honey, soft and warm, catching on the edge of the curtains. My back still throbbed when I woke, the pain dull but constant. Every movement sent a quiet ache through my spine, but I managed to sit up, pressing a hand to the sheets for bala
Aria:The night air was cool against my skin as I leaned on the balcony rail, my fingers curling around the stone. The packhouse had long since gone still, but the silence outside felt heavier than usual, thick with the kind of quiet that follows a truth you can’t unsay.I’d stood there for what fe
Aria:When I woke, the first thing I saw was the flicker of firelight dancing against the walls. The second was the darkness outside meaning that it was night. I had slept throughout the entire day, and it was night…The third, was him…Dominic sat at the desk across the room, half turned toward me
Katherine:The morning light cut across the marble floor like a blade, glinting off every surface in my chamber. I had been waiting, too long, for this moment.When Brenna finally arrived, I didn’t need to look up to know who followed behind her. The air changed. Softer, sharper, carrying that trac







