Mag-log inThird Person POVThe afternoon felt calm.Too calm.The kind of quiet that settles over a place before something goes wrong.The children were gathered in one of the playrooms, surrounded by toys, cushions, and scattered little things that showed they had been trying to entertain themselves for a while.Rune sat on the floor, flipping through a small book, though he wasn’t really reading it. Blaze leaned against the couch, watching Alora move around restlessly as she tried to come up with something fun to do.And then—There was Amelia.She sat in the corner.Quiet.Still.Watching.Her small hands rested in her lap as her eyes moved between the triplets. She didn’t interrupt. Didn’t speak. She just… observed.It was obvious.She didn’t feel like she belonged.Not yet.And she was trying very hard not to make it worse.Blaze noticed first.He always did.His eyes shifted toward her again, lingering longer this time. He saw the way she stayed away. The way she didn’t try to push hersel
Lydia POVThe night air felt different when I stepped out of the hideout.Cool.Quiet.But not safe.Nothing felt safe anymore.I pulled the hood lower over my head, making sure my face stayed hidden as I walked through the narrow street. The clothes I wore were simple. Plain. Nothing that would draw attention.That was the point.I could not afford to be seen.Not now.Not after everything.Ever since the failed ambush, I had been forced into hiding. Moving from place to place. Keeping my head down. Watching from the shadows while everything I had worked for slowly slipped out of my reach.And now—Celeste was back.Not just back.Back with children.His children.My jaw tightened as I walked faster.The thought alone made something burn inside me.Everything I had done.Everything I had sacrificed.Was being undone piece by piece.And I refused to sit back and watch it happen.I needed help.Real help.Not those useless rogues who could not even complete a simple task.This time, I
Lydia POVThe call ended.But the words didn’t.They stayed.Echoing.Loud.Relentless.I stood there, the phone still in my hand, my fingers tightening slowly around it as everything I had just heard replayed again and again in my mind.Celeste is back.Back.Not just back—Back with three children.Three.My chest rose sharply as something dark twisted deep inside me.“No…” I whispered.Then louder—“No!”The word tore out of me before I could stop it.My hand moved without thinking.The cup on the table shattered the moment I threw it against the wall.The sound echoed through the room, sharp and violent, but it did nothing to calm the storm rising inside me.“How?” I demanded aloud, even though there was no one there to answer.“How is she back?”I started pacing.Back and forth.Fast.Restless.My mind was racing too quickly to settle.I had been careful.So careful.Everything had been planned.Calculated.Executed.She was gone.Banished.Broken.I made sure of it.I watched he
Kharl POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the silence.It was too quiet.For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting my mind catch up with my body.Then it hit me.The emptiness beside me.I turned my head slowly.The bed was empty.Cold.My chest tightened immediately.Celeste was gone.A small, bitter smile tugged at my lips as I let out a slow breath.Of course she was.What was I even expecting?That she would still be there in the morning? That she would stay, like nothing had happened? Like the past had not been broken into pieces between us?I closed my eyes briefly.But then—Her scent hit me.Soft.Faint.Still there.Lingering on the sheets.On the pillow.On me.My hand moved unconsciously, brushing against the spot where she had been.And just like that—The memories came back.Last night.The way she looked at me.The way she responded.The way she let me hold her again.My chest tightened again, but this time it was differ
A low, satisfied rumble vibrated in his chest. He rolled us carefully onto our sides without pulling out, keeping us connected as he tucked me against him. One strong arm banded around my waist, the other hand stroking slow circles along my spine. His lips found my temple, then my cheek, then the sensitive spot just below my ear.We stayed like that for long minutes—simply breathing together, hearts gradually slowing into the same steady rhythm. His cock remained half-hard inside me, a constant, intimate reminder. Every tiny shift of my hips made him twitch, drawing soft gasps from both of us.“You feel so good,” he whispered against my skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder. “Warm. Wet. Still squeezing me even now.”Heat flushed through me at his words. I rocked my hips experimentally, a slow, lazy roll that made his breath hitch. “Kharl…”He groaned, hand sliding down to grip my ass, holding me tighter against him. “Careful, love. I’m trying to let you rest.”But rest
Celeste’s POVThe children were finally settled for the night. Alora’s soft breathing filled the nursery, her little chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. I lingered a moment longer, brushing a stray curl from her forehead, then slipped out into the dimly lit corridor. The weight of the day pressed on my shoulders, but so did something else—an restless energy I couldn’t quite name.I hadn’t taken more than a few steps when I saw him.Kharl stood near the arched window at the end of the hall, moonlight casting silver edges along his broad shoulders. He turned at the sound of my footsteps, his gaze locking onto mine with that familiar intensity that always made my pulse stutter.“Celeste,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “How’s Alora?”I offered a small smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “Don’t worry She’s fine. Alora is just use to being the center of attraction. She is okay. Asleep already, thankfully. The crying wore her out.”He nodded, but his eyes searched my face, re
Celeste POVI was in the garden with the children when Ryan found me, seated on the low stone bench beneath the moonwillow. Blaze was trying to climb the tree despite being told—repeatedly—not to. Rune sat cross-legged nearby, carving careful lines into a piece of soft wood, his attention divided b
Kharl’s POVKharl chose the council chamber for the rejection.Not the private quarters. Not the healer’s wing. Not behind closed doors where truth could be bent and buried. He wanted witnesses. He wanted history to remember the moment clearly—without Morwen’s haze, without whispers reshaped into p
Celeste POVWe immediately began to prepare.Not the frantic kind that comes with fear, but the measured, deliberate movements of people who understood the weight of where they were going. Golden Sky Pack did not rush into politics. We armored ourselves with precision, with silence, with intent.Ry
Kharl’s POVKharl did not sleep again after the howl.Dawn found him seated at his desk, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone white, eyes fixed on nothing. His wolf lay curled and restless beneath his skin, quiet now—but not calm. It was the kind of silence that followed injury, not heali







