MasukChapter 26KIERAN*I'm coming to see you tomorrow. We need to talk face to face, and I need you to know that my commitment to you hasn't wavered. You're the woman I chose to build a future with, and I don't make that kind of choice lightly. Whatever you're thinking, whatever you're feeling about today—give me a chance to make it right. Please.*I hit send before I could second-guess the message, then immediately followed up with another.*I'm not running after Seraphina. I'm here, and I want to be here with you. That's the truth, and I need you to believe it.*The messages showed as delivered but not read. Either she was asleep, or she was deliberately avoiding me. Either way, there was nothing more I could do tonight except keep my promise to myself—and to my wolf—that tomorrow would be different.Tomorrow, I would prove to Miranda that she was my choice. Tomorrow, I would show everyone that Seraphina's return meant nothing to me, that I'd moved on and built a life without her. Tomor
Chapter 25KIERANBut my wolf's rightness didn't stop the ache in my chest, didn't ease the guilt that had been gnawing at me since Miranda walked away. I'd promised to marry her, to make her my Luna, to build a future together. Those weren't empty promises—they were sacred oaths that I'd meant with every fiber of my being.At least, I'd thought I meant them.Now, I wasn't so sure.*You did mean them,* my wolf insisted. *You still mean them. Don't let Seraphina's reappearance make you doubt what we've built. She had her chance, and she threw it away. This is our life now. Our future. And it's a good future—stable, predictable, built on mutual respect and shared goals.*"Not love," I said quietly.*Love is overrated,* my wolf replied dismissively. *Love is what made us vulnerable to Seraphina's betrayal. Respect, partnership, shared ambitions—those are what make a lasting bond. Those are what we have with Miranda.*I wanted to believe that. God, I wanted to believe that so badly. The i
Chapter 24KIERAN*Prove it,* my wolf challenged. *Call Miranda. Text her. Make it right with the woman we're actually supposed to be building a future with.*The suggestion was sound, so I pulled out my phone and hit Miranda's contact before I could second-guess myself. The call went straight to voicemail, and I felt my stomach sink with something that might have been relief or disappointment or both."Miranda," I said after the beep, keeping my voice steady and controlled. "I'm sorry about earlier. About everything, really. You didn't deserve to be dismissed like that, and I should have insisted on seeing you home. Please call me when you get this. We need to talk."I ended the call and immediately sent a text message as well, knowing that sometimes people checked their messages before listening to voicemail.*I'm sorry about today. You were right—I was feeling guilty, but not for the reasons you think. Can we talk? I want to make this right.*I stared at the screen, waiting for the
Chapter 23KIERANThe penthouse felt emptier than usual when I finally arrived home, the silence pressing against my ears like a physical weight. I dropped my bag by the door and loosened my tie, but the action did nothing to ease the tension coiled tight in my chest. The guilt sat there like a stone, heavy and unforgiving, growing heavier with each breath I took.I'd let Miranda leave. I'd stood there on that curb like an idiot, watching her drive away with hurt written all over her face, and I'd done nothing to stop her. What kind of mate did that? What kind of man promised to marry a woman and then made her feel like she was competing for scraps of his attention?*A man who's still in love with someone else,* the traitorous voice in my head whispered, but I shoved it down ruthlessly."She had no right," I said aloud to the empty room, needing to hear the words spoken out loud to make them real. "No right to come back and turn everything upside down."My wolf stirred within me, and
Chapter 22MIRANDA"I don't care who started it," he said, releasing my arm with enough force to make me stumble slightly. "What I care about is Miranda fulfilling her obligations to this family. Jules, Amber, you're dismissed. Miranda and I need to have a private conversation."My stepsisters left with matching expressions of satisfaction, no doubt already planning how they'd torture me with this later. I watched them go, rubbing my arm where my father's grip had left red marks."Sit," my father commanded once they were gone, gesturing to the couch.I remained standing out of sheer stubbornness. "If you're going to threaten to disown me again, I'd rather hear it standing up."Something flickered across his face—maybe respect, maybe irritation, it was hard to tell. "I'm not threatening you, Miranda. I'm trying to make you understand the reality of your situation.""I understand it perfectly," I said bitterly. "I'm a tool, a means to an end. A way for this family to finally gain the re
Chapter 21MIRANDA"The wedding announcement is in four days," my mother said, rising from her chair with the grace of someone who'd spent her entire life learning how to move through high society. "Four days, Miranda. Do you understand what's at stake here?""Of course I understand," I said, my voice rising despite my best efforts to remain calm. "I understand that your entire social standing depends on me marrying the Lycan King. I understand that this is your chance to finally be accepted by the families that scorned you for decades. I understand that I'm useful to you for the first time in my pathetic life—"The slap came so fast I didn't see it coming. My mother's palm connected with my cheek with enough force to snap my head to the side, leaving a burning handprint that I knew would bruise by morning."Don't you dare speak to me that way," she hissed, her carefully cultivated composure cracking to reveal the raw desperation beneath. "You have no idea what I've sacrificed to get







