FAZER LOGIN“Tristan!” Fairuza exclaimed, her voice thick with outrage. “What are you implying?”
“Nothing,” he bristled, his shoulders tense. “I just find it... convenient. Alpha Zoriana spends hours 'unpacking' a tiny suitcase, and suddenly the border guards are poisoned. The attack begins, and the rogues tear into everyone except... one specific she-wolf.”Zoriana stared at him, her mouth slightly agape. She was too stunned to find the words to defend herself.“The rogues didTristan 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.
From the moment Zoriana stormed out of his room, Gael had been unsettled.Vulcan, his wolf, howled angrily, pacing within him and demanding they follow their mate. “Do not let her leave like this”, his wolf snarled. But Gael ignored the instinct. Eventually, he would coax her back, but right now, far more serious business was at stake.Tristan’s foolish decision to kill Alpha Fabian had provided Gael with an opportunity better than anything he could have engineered. With Tristan gone, Gael’s claim to the throne would be undisputed, his woman would remain by his side, and he would seize control of both the Iron Heart and Night Shadow territories.However, he knew Zoriana was determined. She was likely searching for the king or a legal loophole to free Tristan. He couldn't allow anything to dismantle his plan. To ensure victory, he moved the trial—originally scheduled for the following morning—to this afternoon.Gael an
Zoriana crossed into Black Rose territory. She hadn’t been to her childhood home in ages, but she had no time for nostalgia. With the speed of the wind, she rushed toward the hospital ward.Mounia was sitting next to Aella’s bedside, the steady beeping of the machines filling the quiet room. Zoriana hugged Mounia, who looked completely drained.“She doesn’t have any physical injuries. She’s just in shock,” Mounia told her. Zoriana squeezed Aella’s hand.“Aella, please wake up. I need you more than ever,” she whispered. As if hearing the plea, Aella’s blue eyes flew open, blinking against the light. Mounia and Zoriana gasped with joy. While Mounia rushed to call a doctor, Zoriana leaned in and kissed her friend’s forehead.“You scared us. How do you feel?” Zoriana asked.Aella looked at her, her eyes flickering around the room as if searching for someone specific. Her disappointment was visible when she found the room empty.“Bett
Tristan spotted Zoriana’s silhouette as she bolted from the indoor gardens as if her life depended on it. Moments later, the Queen exited the greenery, her face twisted into a smug, victorious smile.Something was terribly wrong.“This has nothing to do with us,” Mars, his wolf,
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







