Mag-log inThird Person POV“Call Mom. Now.”Blaze’s voice came out sharper than he intended, but there was no time to think about tone or calmness. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.Rune didn’t argue.He turned and ran.Fast.Faster than he had ever moved before, his small legs carrying him out of the room as fear pushed him forward.“Mom!” he shouted as he ran down the hallway.“Mom!”Back in the playroom, Blaze stayed where he was.Frozen.One hand still on Amelia’s arm.His breathing was uneven now, his chest rising and falling too quickly as panic began to take over.“Wake up…” he whispered.He shook her again.Gently at first.Then harder.“Amelia, wake up!”Nothing.Her body didn’t respond.Her eyes stayed closed.Too still.Too quiet.Blaze felt his throat tighten.“I didn’t mean…” he muttered, even though he didn’t know what he was apologizing for.Alora stood a few steps away.Not moving.Not speaking.Her small hands hung by her sides as she stared at the scene in front of her.At fi
Third 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
Kharl POVThe name reached him before the meaning did.They were still in the war room, the strategy table crowded with maps and documents, voices low and controlled as Alpha Ryder began assigning security adjustments for the remainder of the council. Kharl stood slightly apart now, reviewing the i
Kharl POVHe felt it before he understood it.A shift in the air. A subtle tightening along his spine that had nothing to do with the council discussion and everything to do with instinct.Kharl had learned long ago to trust that feeling. It was the same awareness that had kept him alive during bor
Ryan POVRyan did not go looking for Alpha Garrick.He simply stopped avoiding him.The council dining hall was full that evening, delegates scattered across long tables in careful clusters that reflected political comfort more than friendship. Laughter rose in low waves. Glasses clinked. Conversat
Ryan POVRyan chose the quietest place he could find.Not a corridor. Not a garden path. Not somewhere they might be interrupted by passing delegates or watchful eyes. He led Janet to a small stone terrace overlooking the lower valley, tucked behind an archway where lantern light barely reached and







