MasukChapter 3: The Uninvited Guest
SERAPHINA
Driving home after the shift was the most painful thing that I had ever done especially with the fact that my mind was on another thought process that seemed to tear me down.
My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles had gone white, and I had to consciously remind myself to breathe as I drove through the familiar streets of Millbrook.
Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe Elena was a distant relative that Marcus hadn't told me about. It's not as if he proposed to her, or perhaps the so-called Elena was in some kind of trouble and Marcus was helping her out of old friendship.
The rose display that I had seen could have been a welcome-home gesture for someone who'd been through trauma. There had to be a reasonable explanation that didn't involve my husband of five years planning the most romantic airport surprise in the town's history for another woman.
I clung to these ideals, desperately trying to keep my head rational about all of this. Marcus wasn't perfect, nobody was after all.
He could be distant and emotionally unavailable at times but he wasn't cruel. He wouldn't humiliate me publicly, wouldn't show off another woman while his wife worked late shifts at the hospital.
Would he?
The question seemed to be haunting me as I pulled into our driveway, and what I saw immediately made my stomach drop to my feet.
Expensive cars were lined up in front of our house, I could see the lights that seemed to be on in every room inside and I could hear the sound of laughter and music that was drifting through the evening air.
Marcus was throwing a party. A party he hadn't mentioned to me, in our home, on a night when I was working late.
I sat in my car for a long moment, staring at the house I'd called home for five years. A home that I had painstakingly built here thinking I could be happy here with my husband. It was nothing like the luxury mansion that I was used to, back home but I believed that the love we shared would be enough.
But as I had soon learnt. Appearances can be deceiving.
Taking a deep breath, I gathered my purse and hospital bag and walked toward the front door.
The closer I got, the clearer the sounds became. I could hear Marcus's laugh, accompanied by feminine laughter, and conversation that flowed freely accompanied by the clinking of glasses.
My hand hesitated on the doorknob as I caught some pieces of the conversation through the slightly open window.
The voices were familiar to me. It was Marcus's beta, James, and several of the pack elders who I'd served dinner to countless times over the years.
"...can't believe she's finally back," someone was saying. "You've been waiting for this for what, five years?"
"More like my whole life," came Marcus's reply, and the adoration in his voice alone made my chest tighten. I'd never heard him speak about anything with that kind of devotion. "I never thought I'd get a second chance with her."
"But what about Sarah?" asked another voice, it was feminine and I could recognize it, it was Rebecca, the pack elder's mate. "She's been a good wife to you, Marcus. Loyal, hardworking, never caused any trouble."
There was a pause, and I found myself leaning closer to the window, my heart beating fast against my ribs as I waited for my husband's response.
"Sarah's..." Marcus's voice was neutral and bland. It was the tone he used when discussing pack business.
"She's been adequate. A good arrangement, you know? She saved my life, and I gave her a home and my name. But she's human, Rebecca. She can't give me the strong heirs I need, and she makes a weak Luna. All that time she spends at the hospital, taking care of strangers instead of focusing on pack matters."
"So what are you going to do?" James asked, and I could hear the genuine curiosity in his voice.
"I'm going to mate with Elena," Marcus said simply, as if he wants blatantly thinking about cheating on me.
"She's a true wolf, and she comes from very strong bloodlines. Our pups will be powerful, worthy of leading this pack into the future. I'll keep Sarah as my legal wife, after all divorcing her would cause unnecessary drama, that I dont need but Elena will be my chosen mate, my true Luna."
I gripped the porch railing to keep from falling, my nails digging into the painted wood as I processed what I'd just heard.
Five years of believing that Marcus cared for me in his quiet way. And all along, I'd been nothing more than a placeholder, until something better came along.
"That's brutal, man," someone said with a low whistle. "Sarah's going to be devastated."
"Sarah will understand," Marcus replied with the kind of confidence that made my wolf snarl in anger. "She's practical. She knows this is what's best for the pack."
Practical. That's what he thought of me. Not his wife, not beloved or cherished. But practical.
I straightened slowly, my hands trembling as I smoothed down my scrubs and checked my reflection in the window. My face was pale but composed, my expression was neutral. There was no trace of tears or hurt and I was grateful for that.
If Marcus wanted practical, then practical was exactly what he was going to get.
The front door opened easily when I pushed it open and I stepped into the foyer of my own home like I was a stranger entering someone else's party.
The living room was filled with pack members that I vaguely recognized from staying in this town, or seeking my aid in the hospital, all of whom turned to look at me with expressions on their faces that was ranging from curiosity to pity.
And there, in the center of it all, was my husband with his arm wrapped possessively around the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in person.
Elena was even more stunning up close than she'd been in the photos.
The conversation died as I entered the room, and I could feel the weight of all the eyes that were upon me. Marcus straightened, his expression changing from happiness to brief panic and then surprised politeness, as if he hadn't expected me to come home to my own house.
"Sarah," he said, his voice loud enough to be heard in the sudden silence. "You're home early."
"Actually, I'm home exactly when I'm supposed to be," I replied evenly, as I set down my bag on the coat rack where I normally kept it. "It's nearly midnight."
Marcus had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, though he didn't remove his arm from around Elena. "Right, of course. I lost track of time. Sarah, I'd like you to meet Elena Vasquez. Elena, this is my wife, Sarah."
Elena stepped forward with a smile that seemed genuine enough, though I noticed she didn't move away from Marcus's side. "It's so nice to finally meet you," she said, her voice carrying a slight accent that made my skin crawl as I resisted the urge to shudder in disgust.
"Marcus has told me so much about you."
"Has he?" I asked, accepting her offered hand with my own steady grip as I chuckled looking her up and down. "How interesting. He's never mentioned you at all."
CHAPTER 45KIERANI worked eighteen hours a day for four days straight.I told everyone it was because of the border reports. Or the timber talks. Or the trade laws that had waited on my desk since spring. Those things were all real. They were also excuses. Work was the only place where I always knew what to do.I came to my office at dawn. I left after midnight. In between, I read reports, signed orders, and sat through meetings I barely remember. My assistant left food on my desk, and I ate it cold. My wolf watched me do all this and said nothing, which was how I knew it was worried.The spy sat in a cell under the palace. Rowan's men had questioned him for two days. He told them everything he knew, and it came to nothing. He had never met V. He had never heard a voice. He had only taken the money and sent the pictures.I had not told Vincent Blackwood about him. I did not know why. Or I did know, and I did not like the reason.On the fourth night, I was still at my desk at half pas
Chapter 44MIRANDAThose were the words from the message. My chest tightened."Why?" I said. "Why would you care?""I have reasons. Some are good ones. Some are selfish." His eyes did not leave mine. "When you trust me, I'll tell you which is which."It was an honest answer, or it sounded like one. That was a trick in itself, but I did not see it then."Your father gave you four days," he said quietly. "Four days to be marked and pregnant. He thinks that will tie Kieran to you forever."The room went cold. Only my parents and I had been in that room."Who told you that?""That's a terrible thing to say to a daughter," Cassian said, as if he had not heard me. "Whatever you choose, it should be your choice. Not his. Not your mother's."It was exactly what I had wanted someone to say to me for years. And it had taken a stranger to say it."Did Kieran tell you about last night?" he asked."He left me a message. It was a courtesy dinner. Nothing more.""He left out the flowers."I frowned.
CHAPTER 43MIRANDAThe Edinburgh group did not smile when I walked in.There were five of them around a long glass table, four men and one woman, all in dark suits. They had the flat look of people who had heard every pitch there was and believed none of them. The chairman sat at the far end. His name was Callum Fraser. Alan had warned me that he liked to stay silent until he was ready to say no.Alan gave me a small nod from his chair. Then he sat back. This part was mine."Thank you for seeing us so quickly," I said. "I won't waste your time. I have one question. How many shipments did your group lose last year at the border between the human markets and ours?"No one answered. Fraser's eyebrows moved a little."Forty-one," I said. "By our count. Most were not lost, only delayed, until the goods were no use to anyone. Your people paid for that. Nobody wrote it down."I clicked to the first slide. "Northbridge fixes that. Every shipment is tracked. Every hand that touches it is recor
Chapter 42KIERAN"I don't know," he whispered. "The money comes first. Then I send the pictures. That's how it works. Nobody talks."He was telling the truth. I could smell it on him, the sour smell of fear with nothing hidden behind it. He was a small tool that someone had picked up and paid.I should have called the Blackwood guards. They were right there at the gate. But I looked at that single letter, and I thought of Vincent's cold blue eyes and the way he had said, *I will not tell you how I know.*Vincent started with a V. It was probably nothing. But if I was wrong, I would be handing this man straight to the person who paid him.So I called my own guards instead. I told myself it was because he was a Sullivan and this was crown business. The real reason was that I trusted no one tonight. I hated that about myself."They'll be here in ten minutes," I told the spy. "You will sit on the ground and you will not speak."He sat. I kept the phone.While we waited, I leaned on my ca
CHAPTER 41KIERANI did not stay for dessert. Nobody expected me to.I stood up from the table with my hands shaking. The room was silent. My mother would not look at me. My father stared at the tablecloth. Lydia looked at me as if I had kicked a puppy. Even Lionel, who had never said a hard word to me in his life, kept his eyes on his plate."I'm sorry," I said. It came out rough. "For all of it."No one answered. That was worse than anger.I walked out into the hall. Somewhere in this big house, Seraphina was crying because of me. Isabella had gone after her. I could have gone too. I could have found her in the garden and said the right words.But I did not know what the right words were. I had meant what I said at the table. That was the shameful part. Some part of me had wanted to hurt her, and it had worked.*You wanted her to bleed,* my wolf said. It did not sound angry. It said it like a plain fact. *And she did.*"I know," I said quietly.*She was drugged with silver only days
Chapter 40KIERAN"And what would you know about it?" I demanded, my control finally snapping. "You married Marcus Sullivan. You spent five years in his bed, building a life with him. Did you love him? Or was he just your way of escaping from me?""He was my mistake," she admitted, and a tear finally escaped, tracking down her cheek. "He was my attempt to prove I could choose my own path, make my own decisions. And I was wrong. So wrong. But at least I can admit that now. Can you? Can you admit that you're making the same kind of mistake with Miranda?""It's not the same," I insisted, but even I could hear how weak the argument sounded."Isn't it?" Vincent asked. "You're marrying someone you don't love because you think it's the right thing to do, because it makes political sense, because you're too proud or too hurt to admit that your heart still belongs to someone else. That sounds exactly like what my daughter did with Marcus Sullivan."The comparison made me want to throw somethin







