Ember stood on the crumbling balcony of what was once her family’s mansion, the wind cold against her skin as she stared out over their ruined territory. The sight of it still made her angry, this place, once filled with life, was now nothing but decayed. Bloodveil belonged to Thorne now.And inside her… so did a piece of him.Her hand moved to her stomach, the weight of her secret pressing on her heavier than ever. But before she could sink too deep into her thoughts, a voice tore through the silence.“Ember!”She turned sharply to Caden’s voice, the urgency in it sending her pulse racing. It was coming from their parents room.Her heart pounding, she rushed inside, her footfalls echoing through the abandoned halls until she reached the doorway. Caden was hunched over their mother’s still form, his hands gripping the the sheets. He looked up at Ember, his eyes wide with disbelief.“She twitched,” he breathed. “I think she’s about to wake up.”Ember rushed to her mother’s side, pressi
Stella sat with her back against a tree, the small carving knife gripped in her hand as she worked on the piece of wood, shaping it little by little into the form of a wolf. Her strokes were slow and careful, the quiet scrape of blade against bark echoing around her.Then, some movement. She barely had time to react before a figure slipped into view from her side, moving too quietly for comfort. She shot to her feet, the knife gripped tightly in her fingers, heart hammering against her ribs.Collin.The moonlight caught the glint in his eye, a wicked, amused expression pulling at his mouth. He hadn’t meant to be caught, or maybe he had.Stella took a slow step back, her wary gaze locked onto him. “What do you want?”Collin tilted his head, his hands tucked into his pockets like he had all the time in the world. “Relax, little wolf,” he said, voice smooth and too easy. “Just curious. You and Caden, huh?”Her grip on the knife tightened. “That’s not your business.”Collin let out a low
Back at Bloodveil, Luna Zyrah, recovered, sat up in the bed, her sharp eyes cutting through the dim light of the room. There was no softness in her tone when she spoke. “How did you survive all these years, Ember?” Her gaze flickered to Caden for a second, but she didn’t acknowledge him further. Ember stood stiffly beside the bed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I survived. Day by day.”Caden leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, avoiding eye contact, clearly uncomfortable with the moment.Zyrah didn’t waste time. “I missed you. But I want the truth. How’d you end up here?” Her eyes locked on Ember’s, calculating. “Sold to Thorne’s pack, I hear? Must’ve been a hard bargain.”Ember’s stomach twisted. She avoided her mother’s gaze. “It wasn’t easy,” she said quickly, skimming over the details. “But I managed.”Silence settled between them, thick with unasked questions yet Zyrah’s sharp eyes never left her. “Have you met him yet?”Ember’s heart stuttered. “What do you mean
Thorne stood in the courtyard with his arms clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if he could stare hard enough to bring her back to him. The morning air was cold. General Halister stood a few steps behind him, silent until Thorne finally spoke.“Well?”“They were there,” Halister said, his voice low. “Serene and Darius. In an inn on the edge of the border. But by the time my men got there…” He shook his head. “they had disappeared with no trace”Thorne didn’t react, he barely seemed to care. Darius was a coward, and he would see him from a mile away if he ever tried anything. Serene was undoubtedly miserable with Darius who had nothing to offer her, in terms of wealth which she desperately craved. His mind was elsewhere. “And Bloodveil?” he asked, turning slightly. “Bloodveil is stable,” Halister replied. “Guards are posted day and night. Nothing unusual to report.”“Still just a playground for the guards?”Halister hesitated. “Yes, for now.”Thorne turned ful
A ruckus echoed through the quiet halls of Bloodveil, dragging Ember out of her sleep rudely. The distant sounds of shouting were loud and tore through the silence of the night. She jolted upright, eyes wide, her heart pounding as her feet hit the floor. Barefoot and still half asleep, Ember rushed out of her room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she ran down the staircase. She nearly tripped over the debris scattered on the ground, but she kept moving, adrenaline taking her through every step.By the time she reached the courtyard, the chaos was obvious.Caden was in the center of the chaos, shouting at Thorne’s guards who stood in a tight circle around him and Raphael. The tension was thick like a fight was about to break out any second.Ember caught sight of a familiar figure, struggling against a few of Thorne’s guards beside that, who were holding him back with all their strength. His face, although it was bruised and bloodied, was unmistakable.Ragnar.Without thinking, Embe
The room was quiet as Raphael, Ragnar, Caden, and Luna Zyrah all watched her, like the fate of the world depended on the words sitting heavy on her tongue. Ember swallowed, her throat was tight but she already knew the answer. She’d known it the second Ragnar helped them that night in the woods and from how he treated and protected his sister. But knowing didn’t make it easier.She didn’t want to hurt Raphael, not with the way his eyes were pleading and desperate and full of history she still didn’t understand. He was with Kaya when she had being taken to Thorne’s mansion and he no doubt protected her too.But this wasn’t about comfort or friendship, or even who came first. This was about who Kaya needed now.Ember shifted her gaze slowly, locking eyes with Raphael calmly despite the weight in her chest.“She’ll need someone strong,” she said quietly. “Someone who won’t hesitate in making decisions that’s best for her.”Then she turned to Ragnar.“It should be you. I’m trusting you to
Collin tilted his head towards Stella who was standing by the fire with her arms crossed, the glow danced across her soft features. “Have you ever seen anything finer than that?” he muttered, nudging Darius with his elbow, his eyes locked on her like he hadn’t eaten in days and she was the main course. “Sexy as hell, isn’t she?”Darius smiled but he didn’t say a word.Collin scoffed. “What a waste though. Mated to a scrawny teenage boy who has probably never even seen a woman naked.”Darius gave a lazy shrug and let his gaze wander to the trees. “When are you making your move?”Collin blinked. “On?”“Thorne,” Darius said plainly, his tone shifting. “Before he picks a beta. Once he does, his perimeter and security is going to get tighter. I’m running out of time.”That wiped the grin off Collin’s face. He straightened up, his shoulders rolling as his whole vibe turned serious. “What’s this really about? Why the obsession?”Darius didn’t answer right away. He rubbed the back of his nec
Raphael opened his eyes slowly, blinking up at the sky above. His vision was blurry at first, but when it cleared, all he could see were branches leaning over the edge of a pit. Cold air brushed against his skin, and his whole body felt like it had been hit by a truck.He tried to sit up and winced. His back ached, and his legs hurt even more. He glanced down and realized one ankle was swollen. Definitely twisted, maybe worse. The dirt beneath him was damp and cold, clinging to his clothes. He must’ve been lying there for a while.Right. The fall. He had been running. Everything came back in a slow, bitter wave.He had been running through the forest like a man with nowhere to go and everything to lose. Leaving Bloodveil, leaving Kaya, and Ember.Raphael let out a shaky breath and leaned his head back against the wall behind him. His heart didn’t ache like it had when he first saw Ragnar with Kaya, it burned. He hadn’t expected it. He’d always thought there was a chance, no matter how
Collin swirled the wine in his glass, slowly and deliberately, like he was savoring every drop of it. Then he turned to Serene, letting his eyes linger on her without shame.Raphael cleared his throat.Collin snapped at him. “Is there a problem?”Alpha Matteo slammed his fist against the desk. “Enough,” he growled. “You broke into my home, slipped past my guards to gain my audience, and now you’re lazily sipping my wine. Get to the point, I’m losing my patience.”Collin smiled, then he gently placed the glass on the table with a soft clink. “Alright,” he said casually. “I have an enemy. And that enemy has just recently made a very powerful friend. A friend whom I’ve also provoked into our fight.”He leaned forward slightly. “Because I have something that belongs to my enemy… and something else that belongs to his powerful friend.”He looked at Matteo pointedly. “Are you following?”Matteo grinded his jaw as he rose from his seat, his hands clenched at his sides and his body trembling
Ragnar opened his eyes to a blur of brown and grey. And for a second, nothing made sense to him. Then it all rushed back.He sat up fast, pulling the bag off his head, his fingers brushing the dried blood on his face. His vision swam but he didn’t stop.He remembered everything clearly now. Chasing Collin. The sting of wolfsbane. Kaya’s scream. His mother… And Collin’s sick offer to trade Stella… for one of them.His jaw clenched as he pushed himself to his feet, squeezing his fists so tight his nails dug into his palms. Warm blood trickled down to the ground, but he barely noticed.He turned and scanned his surroundings.They had knocked him out, drugged him with more wolfsbane, and left him here, outside Thorne’s borders.He wiped the blood off his palm on his trousers and took off, running straight toward Thorne’s territory. His breath was ragged, but all he could see was Collin’s neck snapping in his hands. Over and over.By the time he reached the gates, sweat was running down hi
Stella shot upright with a gasp, sweating profusely. She pressed a palm to her hammering heart. Her eyes darting around in confusion, realizing that she wasn’t in the woods or in a tent. This place was warm and glowing with soft candlelight, a high ceiling, and stone walls. Heavy curtains swayed slightly in the breeze.“Hey… hey, it’s okay,” a voice said gently.She turned her head fast.Caden.He was sitting at the edge of the bed, close but not too close, his hands already reaching for hers. She stared at him, blinking like she didn’t believe he was real.“You’re safe,” he said in a calming tone. “You’re safe here. With me.”Stella didn’t relax. Her breathing slowed, but her eyes stayed sharp and her fingers tightened around his.“Where’s my brother?” she asked him immediately, her voice raspy.Caden hesitated for a second, then... “He left,” he said. “With Kaya.”That only made her sit up straighter. “What do you mean left?”“I mean… I haven’t seen Ragnar, Kaya, or Ember since they
Serene stepped out onto the patio in a skimpy dress and a cup of beer in her hand. She took a slow sip, sighing in satisfaction. But when she turned around, she jumped, Raphael was standing there like a ghost.She narrowed her eyes. “You know, you could at least pretend to be useful. Weren’t you supposed to deliver Thorne’s weaknesses to Matteo by now?”Raphael didn’t respond.Serene clicked her tongue. “Don’t tell me you’re still mooning over that girl who belongs to someone else.”That got his attention and his eyes flashed, startled.She laughed, slinking toward him, her hips swaying deliberately. “I knew a man like that once,” she purred, taking another sip of her beer, “Madly in love with someone else’s mate. Thought he could change fate, rewrite the stars. You know where he is now?”Raphael stared at her silently.“In a shitty little inn on the edge of nowhere,” she said with a smirk. “Drinks himself to sleep every night. No pack. No purpose. No mate. Just regret.”She stepped i
Ragnar stood in the middle of the scorched fire pit where Collin’s group used to stay, the ash was cold beneath his boots. The place looked dead and abandoned, with not even the echo of a recent breath. They were gone.Of course they were, Collin wouldn’t have been stupid enough to stay after abducting his mother. Still, a part of him had hoped that maybe the bastard had lingered, that maybe he’d be foolish enough to gloat to his face. Ragnar exhaled through clenched teeth, trying to steady the storm boiling under his skin. He sharpened his senses, sniffing for any scent or trail left behind. Someone had to have slipped and left a sign to point in the direction they headed. Wolves or not, no group ever moved without leaving a trace.The scent was muddled with multiple trails. Like they’d scattered in different directions deliberately. One of the guards Thorne had sent with him stepped closer, disrupting his concentration.“We’ve checked the entire place,” the guard said. “There’s not
Ember stepped into Thorne’s room, her heart pounding, fingers twisting the hem of her short, thin dress. Thorne stood with his back to her, halfway through undressing, his muscles shifting under his skin as he pulled his shirt over his head.Without turning, he asked quietly, “Will you stay?”Ember said nothing.The last time she’d been here, he’d banished her, warning her never to return. Yet here she was, standing in his doorway dressed for him, aching for him. She didn’t want to talk or fight, she just wanted him.Finally, Thorne turned. His searing gaze landed on her, and he froze. His eyes dragged down her body once, then again, slower, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.“Will you stay?” he asked again, his voice rougher now.Ember stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped her arms around his bare waist, pressing her body firmly into his. She tilted her head up and whispered, “Touch me first. Talk later.”Thorne inhaled sharply, his hands com
Kaya opened her eyes to find herself stuffed inside some kind of rough bag and slung over a shoulder like cargo. Panic gripped her instantly. She thrashed and tried to scream, but a knot of fabric tied tightly over her mouth choked her sound. Her arms were bound tightly too. Her mind raced, why was she gagged? Where were they taking her?She wriggled harder, desperate, until a gruff voice growled, “Settle down, or I’ll drown you in the river with that sack still on your head.”Frozen by fear, kaya stopped moving. Tears spilled hot and fast down her cheeks.The rough jostling continued until, finally, the man carrying her stopped. She could hear voices, several of them, talking over each other, but they went quiet as they approached.“You got her? You really got her?” a voice said, giddy with excitement. Strong arms grabbed her, hauling her off the man’s shoulder and dropping her roughly to the ground. Kaya whimpered at the sharp pain shooting up her side.A moment later, the bag was p
Alpha Thorne, on approaching the border of his territory, smelled smoke and ran faster, bursting through the unmanned gates and straight towards the servants of camp.Ember hopped down from his back just as he and Ragnar skidded to a stop in front of the chaos, several of the living quarters were up in flames, and panicked servants and guards were trying to put them out with buckets of water and sand.‘What the hell happened here?’ Thorne snapped through the mind link to the nearest guard.The guard, breathless and covered in soot, rushed over to him. “Someone torched the buildings, Alpha. No one’s hurt, but it all happened so fast. We were caught off guard.”Ragnar shifted quickly and immediately started calling out, “Gertrude! Mom! Does anyone know Gertrude Fern?” But no one answered him. The only replies were frightened shakes of the head and tearful confusion.Thorne growled under his breath, his eyes scanning the burning mess. His security was too thin and sloppy. Even though th
Raphael sat on the cold floor of the cell beneath Matteo’s mansion with his back against the wall and his eyes half-closed. His body still ached and the wounds on his side were raw and slow to heal thanks to the wolfsbane in the pit. The pain had dulled, but it was still there, throbbing, steady and annoying.“Hey,” the rough-looking man in the next cell said as he leaned against the bars in a cocky voice. “They say you’re the next Alpha of Ashen Pack. Put in a good word for me with Matteo, yeah? I’ll join your pack, follow you anywhere, the works.”Raphael didn’t respond. He barely looked up as he wasn’t in the mood.The man scowled when he got no response. Too good to talk to me, huh?” he muttered. “Actin’ like a prince when you’re locked in a dungeon.” He spat, the glob of spit landing just inches away from Raphael’s boot.Still, Raphael didn’t move. His focus stayed on his side, watching the wound throb slightly with every breath he took.He started to doubt if coming to Alpha Mat