MasukChapter 4
SERAPHINA
A few of the pack members coughed or cleared their throats, and I caught several exchanged glances in the crowd as they heard what I had said.
Elena's smile faltered a bit, but she recovered quickly.
"Well," Marcus said, his tone sounding a bit too cheery when trying to smooth over an awkward moment,
"We were just celebrating Elena's return to town. She's been away for several years, and we wanted to make sure she felt welcome. I didn't want to bother you since you work so hard."
The dismissal in his words was small but it was there. The message was clear: this party was for pack members who mattered to him and were important and I was just the human wife who happened to live here.
"How thoughtful of you," I said, my voice filled with false sweetness as I looked around as well. "And what a lovely surprise to come home to."
Marcus shifted uncomfortably, and I saw Elena looking between us coming to the realization that something was off. Good. Let her sense the tension.
Let her realize that walking into another woman's home and claiming her husband from her wasn't going to be as simple as she'd expected.
"Elena's had a long journey," Marcus continued, his hand touching her lower back in a gesture that was intimate and possessive.
"She's exhausted from the long trip and is suffering from jet lag, and I thought she might be more comfortable spending the night in our room. Just for tonight. You know how it is, we wolves need familiar scents to feel better and recover quickly. Since you're human, I figured the guest room would be fine for tonight."
The room went dead silent. I could hear the tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway, I could hear the humming of the fridge in the next three rooms, the slow beeping of the AC. Marcus had just asked me to sleep in the guest room of my own home so that another woman could take my place in the bed I'd shared with him for five years.
The romantic side of me, yelled at me that this was the moment to make a scene. To throw things around and to demand explanations, to force him to choose between his wife and his lover in front of the entire pack.
But the logical part of me that had survived five years of hiding my true nature, held me back.
"Of course," I said with a smile that felt fake but passable for them. "How considerate of you to think of her comfort."
Marcus blinked, clearly taken aback by my acceptance. Around the room, I could see pack members exchanging glances of surprise and confusion. They clearly had been expecting that I put up a show for them. They had expected drama, tears, the kind of emotional breakdown that would justify Marcus's decision to replace me.
Elena, who was now getting confident by both alcohol and my easy acceptance of the situation, stumbled a bit as she turned to face me.
Whether the stumble was genuine or planned, I couldn't tell, but the result was the same, she fell against my husband kissing his lips for everyone to see before pulling away.
"Oops," she giggled, her hands fisting in the front of his shirt as she looked up at him with love and affection present in her eyes as she said.
"Sorry, I'm just so clumsy when I'm tired."
Several pack members chuckled, and I saw a few of the women exchange knowing looks.
"Oh my," I said, my voice filled with concern as I stepped closer to Elena. "Are you feeling alright? Losing coordination and balance for no reason at all can be a sign of epilepsy. Have you been experiencing any other symptoms? Confusion, memory loss, sudden mood changes?"
Elena's face turned red, and several of the pack members started to snicker amongst themselves. A few of the younger wolves actually laughed outright before being silenced by sharp looks from their elders.
"I'm fine," Elena said quickly, stepping back from Marcus, seeing that her plan hadn't worked and ended up being the one mocked.
"Just tired from traveling."
"Of course," I said, looking very concerned as I tried to keep a passive face. "Well, if you experience any more episodes, you should definitely see a doctor. Brain damage can be quite serious if left untreated."
Marcus's jaw tightened, and I could see the anger that was building in his eyes. But what could he say? That his wife was wrong to be concerned about a guest health symptoms? That she shouldn't use her professional knowledge to help someone who clearly needs it.
"I think it's time for everyone to head home," I said, addressing the room at large. "It's getting late, and I'm sure you all have responsibilities tomorrow. Please make sure to clean up after yourselves before you leave."
The dismissal was polite but firm, and I had the satisfaction of seeing several pack members nod in agreement.
I was, after all, still the Alpha's wife, and this was still my home, regardless of who Marcus planned to pick as his chosen mate.
"Sarah," Marcus said, his voice carrying a warning.
"Yes, darling?" I replied sweetly, meeting his eyes with innocent eyes.
He stared at me for a long moment, clearly trying to figure out what game I was playing. But he wasn't able to pick up anything from my face. And it was clear that the humiliation he planned for me wasn't working as I ended up embarrassing the both of them and shutting down this party without starting a fuss.
"Nothing," he said finally. "We'll talk tomorrow."
"Of course we will," I agreed. "Sleep well, both of you. I'll be in the guest room if you need anything."
As I walked away, I brought out my phone that was in my bag and scrolled through the list of blocked contacts that I had in my list.
Can't believe I was doing this but desperate times call for desperate measures.
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







