LOGINChapter 25Jordan POVMaddox’s question didn’t sound like a trap.That was what made it dangerous.“Did your father ever mention wolves to you?”For half a second, I forgot I was standing in a library on a property that had cameras in the trees and secrets in the walls. I forgot I was building a surrender plan and a bail package and a compliance narrative. I forgot Silvia Smith was circling like she had a stopwatch in her pocket.All I heard was father.And the way Maddox said it—quiet, precise—like he already knew the answer mattered.My throat tightened.Kane’s eyes flicked from Maddox to me, alert.Rowan stayed near the shelves, arms crossed, face blank. But his body went subtly still, like the room had shifted and he was tracking what might break.I forced air into my lungs and made my voice steady.“No,” I said. “Not directly.”Maddox’s gaze didn’t move. “Not directly,” he repeated, like he was filing the phrase away.“I was a kid,” I added, because I needed him to understand I w
Chapter 24Jordan POVBy the time I got back to Mercer land, my patience had turned into something sharper.Not anger—anger was messy and loud and easy to dismiss.This was the kind of calm that came right before I wrote motions that made judges stare at prosecutors like they’d personally offended the Constitution.Silvia’s whisper followed me through the courthouse doors, through the parking lot, through the entire drive back into the woods.I know the name Maddox won’t give.I kept hearing it like a threat and a promise at the same time.If she knew, that meant the inside leak wasn’t theoretical anymore.It was active.And the pack was about to do what frightened groups always did when pressure tightened: they were about to demand violence because violence felt like control.The gates opened after the camera sweep. Two guards nodded as I drove through. Their eyes tracked my car longer than usual.Word traveled fast here too.I parked near the front, grabbed my binder, and walked in
Chapter 23Jordan POVI told myself I wasn’t going to think about the kiss.That was my first lie of the day.My second lie was that I’d be able to function like a normal attorney after being kissed in a garden by my client—an Alpha—who looked at me like I was the only thing in the world he couldn’t outthink.I sat at the kitchen table in my suite with my laptop open and a legal pad full of bail conditions, and my brain kept rewinding to the moment his mouth hit mine. Not the sweet part. Not the “oh wow, this is romantic” part.The hungry part.The part where he didn’t ask.The part where I didn’t hesitate.And the part where he stepped back afterward like I’d become radioactive.That last part bothered me more than the kiss itself.Because I could handle desire. I could handle impulse. I could even handle the sparks I couldn’t explain and the bond conversation that made my stomach twist. What I couldn’t stand was being treated like I was the mistake.I pressed the edge of my pen into
Chapter 22Maddox POVThe worst part about losing control wasn’t the act.It was the aftermath.It was the way my body remembered her mouth like it belonged there. The way my wolf paced under my skin like it had finally tasted what it wanted and now refused to accept restraint as law. The way I’d stepped back in the garden and watched coffee drip off her shirt while her eyes burned into mine—furious, flushed, alive—and I’d walked away anyway.Not because I didn’t want her.Because I did.Because wanting her made me careless.And carelessness got people killed.I stood in my office with my hands braced on the desk, staring at a map I wasn’t reading. The lines blurred. The ink might as well have been smoke. The only thing my mind kept seeing was Jordan against stone, her mouth parted, my hand on her jaw, the sparks that hit like lightning the second I touched her.Jordan kissing me back without hesitation.And then the disgust in her eyes when I pulled away.She had every right to be ang
Chapter 21Jordan POVI went to the gardens because I needed to be somewhere that felt less suffocating.Inside the packhouse, everything had edges. Voices lowered when I passed. Eyes tracked too long. Even the quiet felt staged, like everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the next warrant to land.The garden didn’t care.It sat behind a low stone wall on the east side—raised beds, trellises, herbs that smelled like someone still believed in ordinary life. Damp soil, rosemary, a little mint. The air was cold enough to sting, but it was clean.I carried a cup of coffee out there like it was a life choice instead of a coping mechanism. I hadn’t slept much, and my brain had been chewing on the same three things since Maddox’s office:One month. A bride. And the word mate falling out of his mouth like a mistake he couldn’t undo.I took a sip and made a face. “Great. Coffee that tastes like regret.”I was wearing a white shirt I’d grabbed without thinking—soft, thin cotton. No b
Chapter 20Jordan POVI approached Maddox's office and debated just walking in or knocking. I pushed the door open, one hand still on my phone, the other clutching a folder full of problems.Maddox stood by the window with his back half turned, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled, hands braced on the sill like he was holding himself in place. His desk was too clean. His jaw was too tight. The air felt… pressurized.He didn’t look at me right away, but I knew he registered me. He always did. It was annoying. It was also, lately, unsettling in a way I didn’t have time to unpack.I shut the door behind me.“Maddox,” I said.He turned slowly. His expression was controlled, but his eyes weren’t neutral. They were the kind of dark that didn’t come from mood lighting.“You’re awake,” he said.“It’s morning,” I replied. “That’s usually the vibe.”His mouth twitched like he almost smiled and then decided against it. “What do you need?”I lifted the folder slightly. “Roger found the ledger thread I
Chapter 26Jordan POVRoger Teller looked like a man who’d learned the hard way that caffeine and cynicism were the only truly renewable resources.He showed up at the packhouse in a clean jacket, boots that had seen better years, and the expression of someone walking into a situation he planned to
Chapter 24Jordan POVI woke up before my alarm, which wasn’t a good sign.My brain had decided we were in trial mode now—no rest, no mercy, just a running list of problems that needed solving before anyone had the chance to pretend they didn’t exist.I sat up in bed and stared at the ceiling for a
Chapter 20Jordan POVWe didn’t speak on the drive back.Not because there was nothing to say—there was too much—but because we were both smart enough to know that town had ears, and cars had windows, and paranoia was only funny until it kept you alive.Rowan followed us out of the diner parking lo
Chapter 22Maddox POVJordan’s email hit my desk like a live wire.Not because of the words. Words were easy. I’d dealt with threats, slander, intimidation, and lawsuits since I was old enough to sign my name on contracts. People used language when they couldn’t use force.It was the photo.A heads







