LOGINWhile the food was being served, Alpha Oney let his dark, unreadable eyes fall on me.He leaned back slightly in his high-backed wooden chair, his gaze tracking the lines of my posture, searching for the phantom limp or the slight, defensive flinch I’d been trying so desperately to hide since walking into the room."You're sitting up straighter today," he observed. "Do you feel fit? Did your wolf finally decide to do her job and help you recover, or are you just faking it to get out of the clinic?"I kept my gaze steady, meeting his eyes across the polished table.I didn't want him seeing a fragile victim, but I also didn't want him sensing the sheer, instinctual panic his dominant aura usually triggered. I needed a middle ground, a protective shield made of cold professionalism."I am back to absolute strength and health," I answered.I kept my tone intentionally polite and formal."Thanks to the excellent care in your hospital, the food Mama Tina packed. Of course, my wolf, Diamond
As evening bled into the sky, painting the courtyard in deep, bruising shades of purple, a knock rattled my door. I opened it to find Jace standing there.The captivated, easygoing boy I had seen in the kitchen hours ago was completely gone. In his place stood a man who fully looked the part of a Beta. He had changed into a clean, dark tactical shirt, his blond hair pushed back, and those alert, hunting eyes were fully back in business. "Dinner’s ready," he stated, giving the doorframe a casual tap with his knuckles. "Alpha's orders. You’re officially cleared from the medical wing, which means you get to accompany me to the general dinner table. No more hiding in your room, Inzinga. Time to show the pack you're not a rumor." My stomach did a nervous flip, the broth I’d eaten earlier suddenly turning to lead and weighting heavily in my gut. But I nodded bravely and smoothed down my shirt, forcing myself to look presentable. I couldn't afford to give them a reason to
The sudden frost in the room was so sharp it almost made my skin prickle."Oh, look who finally decided to crawl back to civilization," Mama Tina sighed, though her voice instantly softened with that fierce, maternal indulgence.She wiped her hands on her apron and gestured toward the newcomer with her wooden spoon. "Inzinga, this is my youngest, Nahash. Nahash, this is Inzinga. She’s staying with us for a while, so you make sure you show her some proper White Fangs hospitality."Nobody else seemed to have noticed the shift. Jace was too busy leaning against the industrial counter, a lazy, captivated grin spreading across his face the moment the girl stepped into the light. Mama Tina had already turned back to her massive cutting board, muttering under her breath about dirty laundry, missing keys, and late nights.But I saw it. I felt it.Nahash didn't bother to offer me a hand. She didn’t even step closer to bridge the gap between us. She just gave a stiff, jerky nod, her eyes maski
I followed him back down the stairs, twisting through a labyrinth of hallways until the rich, savory smell of roasting meat and fresh herbs hit my nose.My stomach let out a loud, embarrassing growl.Jace laughed, pushing open a set of swinging metal doors into a massive, industrial-sized kitchen.Standing by a massive copper pot was an imposing woman with tight grey curls and an apron dusted in flour. She was aggressively chopping vegetables, her knife hitting the wooden block in a rapid, terrifying tempo."Mama Tina," Jace called out, pitching his voice high and dramatic. "I have brought you a starving soul. Please tell me you have something better than the leftovers from yesterday's patrol."The woman stopped chopping, turning around with a wooden spoon held as a weapon. She brandished the thick wood like a warrior holding a mace, pointing it directly at the Beta's nose without an ounce of intimidation."Jace, if you come into my kitchen whining about leftovers one more time, I wil
The ticking of the clock in the corner of the clinic room had become my personal tormentor.Every second that passed felt like sand slipping through my fingers, a constant reminder that my sixty days were bleeding away. But bodies don’t care about ultimatums. They heal at their own pace, ignoring the panic clawing at the my ribs.By the time the day of my official release arrived, the bandages were finally gone. For the first time in weeks, I could breathe without a stabbing ache in my side. My skin felt raw, mapped with a line of silver-burned scar tissue, but I was standing on my own two feet. I felt human again. Or, at least, as close to human as a lone Luna could manage."Alright, miracle girl," a voice drawled from the doorway. "Are we ready to upgrade your prison cell, or do you just really like the smell of Dora’s antiseptic scrub?"I turned, instinctively shielding Marrow’s cradle with my body before my brain caught up with my reflexes.Standing in the frame was a man, a Beta
"You aren’t just a lone wolf," the Alpha responded. "I’ve smelled your scent, Inzinga. Even through the blood and the sage Dora uses to scrub the rooms. You carry the mark of a Luna. You don’t end up dying under an oak tree in the neutral zone unless someone very powerful, and most certainly very stupid, let you slip through their fingers."A cold wave washed over me.The blood drained from my face, leaving me hollow and numb. My hand tightened on the cradle rail until the wood groaned beneath my grip, groaning the secret I refused to speak aloud."My past is my own," I said."It was," he agreed, narrowing his eyes. "Until you collapsed on my border. Now, your past is sitting in my ICU, eating my supplies and taking up my midwife’s time. I’m not asking for your life story today, but I need to know if I should be expecting a war party at my gates."I looked down at Marrow, so tiny, his dark blond hair a soft halo in the morning light.He was a fragile life, a future tha
Walking through the estate’s vast hallways, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d stepped into some kind of secret society, or maybe a really exclusive club where every move was deliberate and every glance was loaded with meaning.The floors echoed beneath our footsteps, and the way the others moved, s
Standing in front of the mirror, the full-length kind in the master bathroom, I was adjusting the lapels of my dark suit.It was a typical ‘power outfit’, the kind that practically screams, I have a plan, I know what I’m doing, and I definitely know where my birth certificate is. After a night fill
Rapha’s lips crashed into mine, rich with the taste of wine and bold certainty, while Nisi’s hands seared heat into my waist.“Let yourself fall, baby,” Rapha coaxed, his words a spell. “You taste like you’re ours already.”“We’ll catch you,” Nisi promised.In that instant, their pull nearly silenc
Sunday passed in a strange, golden haze of bliss.I didn't leave the apartment once, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel the itch to check my work email or organize my closet. I spent the entire day on the floor or the sofa, buried under a mountain of blankets and two very large, very







