LOGINRejected, humiliated, and carrying his children, Evelyn had no choice but to run. She left the Alpha, the lies, and the pack behind—vanishing into the snowstorm of betrayal. Years later, she returns unrecognizable, radiant, and unstoppable. Her glow hides scars, her strength hides secrets, and her children are a reminder of the man who once discarded her. Kael thought he could erase her, but she is no longer the invisible wife he ignored. Now, the tables have turned. Desire, vengeance, and reckoning collide, and the Alpha will learn the cost of underestimating the Luna he once cast aside.
View MoreFIVE YEARS LATER “The offer is insulting, Mr. Sterling. And quite frankly, it’s boring.” I spin my leather chair around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office on the 40th floor. Below me, the city of New York looks like a circuit board of light and glass. It is a long way from the snowy forests of the West Coast. A long way from the girl who begged for scraps of affection. “Ms. St. Claire,” the man across the desk stammers. He is the CEO of a rival fragrance company, sweating in his Italian suit. “Fifty million is a generous buyout. Lumina Scents has only been on the market for three years. You’re… you’re new to this game.” I stand up. I am wearing a tailored white pantsuit—a stark contrast to the invisible girl who wore gray wool. My hair is cut into a sharp, asymmetrical bob, dyed a platinum blonde that shines like a weapon under the office lights. My heels click against the marble floor as I walk toward him. “I am not playing a game, Mr. Sterling,” I say, my voice
EVELYNI am going to die.The thought isn’t frantic or hysterical. It is calm. Cold. Just like the snow biting into my bare skin.The blizzard is a white wall of fury. The wind howls like a dying animal, whipping my hair across my face, blinding me. My feet are numb. My hands are blue. The pain in my chest—the gaping, bleeding wound where the mating bond used to be—is so intense that it makes the freezing temperature feel like a mercy.Get up, a voice whispers in my head.It’s not my wolf. My wolf is silent, curled into a ball of agony, dormant from the rejection. This is something else. This is the primal instinct of a mother.Move. Or they die.The twins.I gasp, forcing air into my burning lungs. I push myself up from the snowbank where Kael threw me. My limbs feel like lead. I stumble toward the garage, slipping on the ice, scraping my knees against the pavement.I don’t have my duffel bag. I don’t have my coat. I don’t have my phone.But I have a secret.Three months ago, when El
I have a plan.It’s a desperate, terrifying plan, but it’s the only one I have.I wait until Kael leaves for the Alpha’s office. I wait until I hear Elena’s high-pitched laughter fade down the hallway as she heads to the spa.Then, I move.I pull a duffel bag from the back of my closet—an old, nondescript gym bag that doesn’t scream “Luna.” I pack quickly, my hands shaking. I don’t take the silk dresses or the designer heels Kael bought for me. I take warm sweaters, leggings, thick socks. Practical things. Survival things.I go to the wall safe behind the painting in the guest room. I know the combination because I’m the one who set it. I take the cash—about five thousand dollars in emergency funds. It’s not much, not for a Luna, but it’s enough for a bus ticket and a cheap motel in a human town where the pack can’t find me.I can’t use my credit cards. Kael tracks them. I can’t use the pack cars. The GPS will give me away.I have to walk.I check the weather app on my phone. A storm
I wake up to the sound of laughter.For a moment, in the haze of sleep, I think I’m dreaming. Laughter never echoes in this house. The penthouse is a mausoleum of marble and silence, a place where joy goes to die.Then, the nausea hits me.I scramble out of bed, barely making it to the ensuite bathroom before I empty my empty stomach into the toilet. My body shakes, cold sweat prickling my skin. Morning sickness. The books said it would start around week six, and right on cue, here it is.I rinse my mouth, splashing cold water on my pale face. I look at my reflection. Dark circles bruise the skin under my eyes. I look like a ghost.“You have the title. You have the house… Isn’t that enough?”Kael’s words from last night replay in my mind, a jagged loop of cruelty. No, it isn’t enough. It never was.I dress quickly in a pair of high-waisted trousers and a loose cream blouse, careful to conceal the nonexistent bump. I need coffee. I need caffeine to survive whatever fresh hell today is
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