ログインGolden rays of the sun filtered through the trailer window, dancing over the blueprints of the new pack house. Zoriana was home, and for a moment, the events of the Royal Summit felt like a distant fever dream.
“The training schedule is updated, and the pack grounds will be completed within a month,” Braydon reported, his voice filled with the steady pride “And... besides the warriors who found mates in the Shadow Fang pack, six rogues have requested to join us. We are checking their“Do you two know each other?” Zoriana asked, breaking the heavy silence.“Prince Gael was my mate once,” Fairuza whispered, looking as though she wanted to shrink and disappear completely.The air in the trailer grew suffocating as the pieces of the puzzle finally locked into place. It wasn't just Gael’s deception that cut deep; it was the realization that Tristan—the man she had bared her soul to—had walked past this secret every single day. A cold, hollow ache settled in her chest. She felt like a pawn in a game played by brothers, caught between a man who lied to control her and a man who stayed silent to 'protect' her, leaving her isolated in a sea of half-truths.Zoriana’s lips parted in shock. Gael was Fairuza’s former mate—the one who had abandoned her, the one who had made her run and hide. Now, the resemblance between Luke and Tristan was clear. Tristan was the boy's uncle, and Luke was a carbon copy of Gael.Zoriana’s heart skipped a beat, clenching painfully. Fairuza and Tr
Zoriana’s eyes widened as he grabbed her shoulders, staring straight into her gaze.“You are my mate, Zoriana. MINE!” he roared. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the bed.Zoriana thrashed against him. “What are you doing?”“Reminding you who you belong to,” Gael spat. He threw her onto the bed and towered over her, his presence suffocating.His mouth crashed onto hers while his hands squeezed her roughly, painfully. He moved fast, mapping every inch of her as if trying to brand her, to declare his total ownership. Zoriana tried to break the kiss and shove him away, but his body was like a granite wall, and his mouth remained locked on hers as if he were trying to suck the very breath from her lungs.She bit his bottom lip hard. Gael hissed, a drop of blood dripping down to stain his white shirt.“Gael, stop,” she pleaded softly, her voice trembling.He narrowed his eyes, his expression twiste
Tristan watched as Zoriana’s car passed through the gates and disappeared. He pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the window, his heart aching with every inch of distance she put between them.“You idiot! How could you let her go?” Mars roared within him, clawing at the surface of his consciousness. Tristan blocked him out, not ready to listen to his wolf’s nagging.Just as he began to lean into the silence, the door flew open.“What is going on?” Fairuza yelled. Her cheeks were flushed from running, and her eyes were wide with confusion. “One minute you two are mating like crazy bunnies, and the next, she’s leaving the pack? Did you hurt her? How did you manage to upset her this time?”Tristan raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of cold indifference. “What makes you think I am the problem?”Fairuza slammed her hands onto his desk, leaning in. “Because you’re always acting like 'Mr. Cold Heart' who doesn't need an
Tristan was discharged, and he took Zoriana back to his bedroom to continue their reunion in private. They didn't eat; they didn't rest. They were simply lost in each other’s arms. Before dawn finally broke, totally exhausted, they allowed their eyes to close.Tristan woke first, staring at the sleeping Zoriana. He admired silently how beautiful her face was—her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she turned, lost in a dream. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she opened her eyes, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck.“You’re addictive. I can't get enough of you,” she whispered, covering him with kisses before flipping him onto his back so she could kiss his chest, her lips moving lower.“Moya Zira,” Tristan sighed, his voice thick with affection. “As much as I want to stay in bed all day with you, I need to get to my studies. Poor Roman finally found his mate, and now he’s stuck covering the pack business for me. Plus, we both just had
While Zoriana and Tristan were burning with heat, the temperature in the pack house lounge was much colder. Aella sat on the sofa, her hands modestly folded in her lap. She kept praising the pastries and tea Fairuza was serving, completely and intentionally ignoring Roman. For his part, Roman was practically throwing signals at Fairuza to leave them alone, but she either didn't get the hint or—more likely—preferred to ignore it. “Fairuza, don’t you need to check on Luke?” Roman hissed, raising an eyebrow and cutting his eyes toward the door. “He’s with his nanny. I have time,” Fairuza replied casually, devouring an éclair. “I want to speak privately with my mate!” Roman practically screamed through the mind-link. The force of it nearly made Fairuza toss her saucer into the air, though she caught it just in time. “Hmm... I completely forgot that Luke’s nanny asked to leave early today,” she said, her eyes wide
Zoriana could not hold back her tears, the salt stinging the small cuts on her cheeks.“Doll, it is not so easy to kill me. Stop weeping like I am dying,” he joked, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated in the quiet room. He brushed her tears away, his calloused fingertips grazing her skin with a sandpaper heat that made her shiver.“I was so afraid to lose you. That we would be too late…” she sobbed, the sound muffled against the stiff, over-bleached fabric of his hospital gown.“Thanks to you, my savior, I am alive and well,” Tristan said, pulling her into a warm embrace. She breathed him in—underneath the sharp, biting scent of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol, there was still the underlying musk of rain and cedar that was uniquely his.“I need to call a doctor,” Zoriana whispered against his neck, but Tristan did not lose his grip. He pulled her closer, the friction of his chest hair against her cheek sparking a different kind of urgency.
The SUV came to a halt. They hadn't reached the Iron-Heart pack lands yet. “The food in your former pack was awful. I hope you don’t mind grabbing a late breakfast? I’m starving,” Tristan said, his voice surprisingly soft. Only then did Zoriana realize ho
Zoriana listened to the conversation, offering remarks only when prompted. She wasn't focused; the outcome of these negotiations didn't truly matter to her. In fact, she was surprised they were happening at all. Alpha Tristan didn't need this alliance, and for Ryder, joining forces with Tristan w
The she-wolf jumped to her feet, extending a hand to Zoriana. “My name is Fairuza. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alpha Zoriana. Your reputation precedes you; I hope we can become friends. Why don't you join us for Tristan’s break?”Zoriana shook Fairuza's warm hand, her mind racing. "Just Fairuza. S
Zoriana’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she drew closer to the Iron-Heart Pack. The name itself was unsettling, but the scenery was breathtaking. However, nothing compared to the sight that greeted her at the gates. Behind a towering fence and an iron gate intricately forged with pa







