LOGINHarper’s POV The lady fell silent after her explanation, the weight of her words lingering in the heavy miasma of the bedroom like smoke after a fire. Her sharp eyes bored into mine for a long moment, as if weighing whether I was worthy of what came next. Then, without another word, she reached for one of the jars on her cluttered shelf. Her movements were deliberate, almost reverent, as she unscrewed the lid and scooped a small amount of shimmering, viscous liquid into a spare vial before handing it to me. “Take it,” she urged, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sent a shiver racing down my spine. She pressed the cool glass into my palm, her fingers lingering with surprising strength. “Use this on Pedro. A few drops in his drink, his food—whatever you can manage. It’ll bring him under your control. Make the mighty Alpha bend. No more cages. No more orders. He’ll be yours to command.” I stared at the vial, my heart stuttering between shock and a dangerous flicker o
Harpers pov My heart pounded so violently I was sure it would give me away as Memphis’s heavy footsteps drew nearer in the corridor. Panic surged through me like wildfire. I had only a split second. I quickly dashed into the bedroom, slipping past the threshold on shaky legs still weak from the earlier power drain. The sudden movement sent a wave of dizziness through me, but I pushed it down, driven by desperation and the burning need for answers that Pedro refused to give. The bedroom hit me like an invisible wall. Heavy, strange smells mixed together in a thick miasma that assaulted my senses—acrid chemicals, cloying herbs, something metallic and sweet like overripe fruit left to decay in the dark. It clung to my throat, made my eyes water, and stirred my wolf into uneasy, restless circles inside me. The air felt heavy, almost sentient, carrying whispers of danger and secrets. Jars and vials lined the shelves and a small table, their contents shimmering faintly under the dim lig
Chapter 65Hatpers povI excused myself from the table with a murmured excuse about being tired, the nervous laughter from Seraphina’s pointed comment about a grandson still ringing falsely in my ears. That’s where I’ll trap him, I thought, a dark, thrilling heat blooming low in my belly. The hidden tube in my pocket felt like forbidden fire against my skin. I imagined Pedro’s powerful frame yielding, those intense amber eyes glazing over with helpless desire as he submitted completely to me—on his knees, hands gripping my thighs, growling my name like a plea while I took control. The fantasy sent a rush of wetness between my legs, my wolf stirring with wicked excitement. Just enough to make him mine tonight. To finally turn the tables.Before I could slip away fully, Seraphina’s smooth voice carried across the table. “I’ll be visiting my father in his pack tomorrow. It’s long overdue.”Quinton nodded as if it were planned, but Pedro’s head lifted sharply, surprise flickering across h
Chapter 64Harpers povI took my seat at the long oak table, the chair’s carved wood cool beneath me, and immediately felt the shift in the room’s atmosphere. Seraphina, usually quick with a sharp glare that made my skin crawl, simply nodded and handed me the small can of salt as I settled in. Her fingers brushed mine—elegant, controlled—and for once there was no venom in her eyes. It unsettled me more than her usual hostility. What changed? Is this another layer of their family games?I avoided Pedro’s gaze entirely, focusing on the steaming plate before me, but I could feel him across the table. His broad shoulders were tense under that dark shirt, jaw set in a hard line, powerful hands gripping his utensils a little too tightly. He didn’t speak a word to me. The mate bond thrummed with unspoken words, pulling at me even as resentment simmered from our earlier fight. Your silence is louder than any growl. After everything—your hand on my belly, your flat refusal—now nothing?Tension
Chapter 63Harper’s POVThe lady fell silent after her explanation, the weight of her words lingering in the heavy miasma of the bedroom like smoke after a fire. Her sharp eyes bored into mine for a long moment, as if weighing whether I was worthy of what came next. Then, without another word, she reached for one of the jars on her cluttered shelf. Her movements were deliberate, almost reverent, as she unscrewed the lid and scooped a small amount of shimmering, viscous liquid into a spare vial before handing it to me.“Take it,” she urged, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sent a shiver racing down my spine. She pressed the cool glass into my palm, her fingers lingering with surprising strength. “Use this on Pedro. A few drops in his drink, his food—whatever you can manage. It’ll bring him under your control. Make the mighty Alpha bend. No more cages. No more orders. He’ll be yours to command.”I stared at the vial, my heart stuttering between shock and a dangerous f
Chapter 62 Harpers pov My heart pounded so violently I was sure it would give me away as Memphis’s heavy footsteps drew nearer in the corridor. Panic surged through me like wildfire. I had only a split second. I quickly dashed into the bedroom, slipping past the threshold on shaky legs still weak from the earlier power drain. The sudden movement sent a wave of dizziness through me, but I pushed it down, driven by desperation and the burning need for answers that Pedro refused to give. The bedroom hit me like an invisible wall. Heavy, strange smells mixed together in a thick miasma that assaulted my senses—acrid chemicals, cloying herbs, something metallic and sweet like overripe fruit left to decay in the dark. It clung to my throat, made my eyes water, and stirred my wolf into uneasy, restless circles inside me. The air felt heavy, almost sentient, carrying whispers of danger and secrets. Jars and vials lined the shelves and a small table, their contents shimmering faintly under
Chapter OneHarper The rooftop terrace of the pack house looked absolutely perfect.I smoothed down the front of my silk dress and smiled at the dining table. I had spent the entire afternoon baking. Trays of warm vanilla pastries, roasted meats, and sweet breads sat under the soft glow of the fai
Chapter 5Harper’s povIt took me about 10 seconds to realize what Quinton, Pedro’s father had just implied. A tiny whimper left my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. A breeder?Of course I was nothing but a lowly omega but I had never thought I would be forced to only breed for an alpha. I could
Chapter FourPedros large, tattooed hand remained hovering just inches from my stomach. The golden fire in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a dark, terrifying storm. His chest heaved with every ragged breath he took."I asked you a question, Harper,"Pedro growled, his voice dropping so
Chapter ThreeHarper I stared at Pedro, my heart doing frantic somersaults in my chest. "Your mate? That is impossible. I was married to Elec for three years. If there was a bond, I would have felt it."Pedro leaned even closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. "Elec is a fool who wouldnt know a fa







