เข้าสู่ระบบKILLIANBy morning, I had barely managed to sleep. The throbbing headache had followed me through the night, and the fact that Riley remained unconscious weighed heavily on my mind.I'd visited her at the medical center just before dawn, staying beside her bed until the sun rose. Raphael still couldn't explain why she hadn't regained consciousness, though her vital signs remained stable.Now, with the wedding preparations in full swing and high-ranking guests arriving at the estate, I had little choice but to put my concerns aside and play the part of a gracious host.I adjusted the collar of my formal tunic as I descended the grand staircase into the sunlit courtyard, where Bradley was greeting a visiting Alpha from a distant pack.The man was an old acquaintance of Bradley's, though I couldn't recall his name. After Bradley introduced us, I offered him a polite nod.“It's an honor to finally meet you, Alpha Killian,” the visiting Alpha said, clasping his hands together. “I've heard
KILLIANI stared out through the window of my study.Under the moonlight, the vast pack forest was little more than a dark mass beyond the manicured lawns. It was deep into the night, and silence hung over the Iron Cliff estate, broken only by the occasional footsteps of patrolling guards.The sky was clear, without a cloud in sight. Tomorrow promised to be bright and sunny, and with the lunar cycle reaching its peak, the full moon would shine unobstructed across the night sky.It should have been a night of peace, filled with anticipation for the pack wedding.Instead, I felt as though I were standing on the edge of a collapsing cliff, weighed down by a growing sense of unease.I had no idea how long I'd been standing there. My temples throbbed as I tried to piece together the fragments of information I'd gathered, searching for the missing piece that would make everything fall into place.But every lead seemed to end in another unanswered question.A hesitant knock sounded against t
LORCANCatherine swallowed.The tension in her posture quickly gave way. Her knees seemed to weaken, and the fire in her eyes was swallowed by panic.She let out a ragged breath and lowered her gaze.Seeing her armor crack, I released her wrist. My fingers slid over the back of her hand before I pressed a soft kiss against her skin. She instinctively wanted to pull away, but didn't.“Listen to me, my sweet cat,” I murmured. “I know you're nervous. You've had a lot on your shoulders lately. But there's no reason to panic. Nothing is going to be exposed.”I stepped closer, allowing my tall frame to shield her as I pressed her gently against the wall.“Killian may be smart, but he has no proof. The wedding is tomorrow. Once the ceremony is over, you'll be the Luna of Iron Cliff, wearing his mate mark.”I tilted my chin, smiling at her. “So what exactly are you worried about?”Catherine's lower lip trembled. “What if he postpones the wedding? What if he starts investigating and finds some
LORCANI glanced over my shoulder, checking the semi-shaded corridor for any passing patrols. Once I was certain no one had spotted me, I slipped through the door and closed it behind me.I was standing inside a massive, luxurious VIP suite on the top floor of the guest residence wing—a building reserved exclusively for high-ranking visitors attending the wedding.Iron Cliff was obscenely, disgustingly rich. I could tell from the imported marble flooring, the smart-integrated lighting, and the expensive architectural finishes alone. The sheer display of wealth sent a bitter pang of envy twisting through my gut.Such opulence... such effortless luxury.Had the Red Canines not been caught off guard by Iron Cliff's midnight raid all those years ago, this estate, this land, and all this power would have belonged to us.As I tossed my dark hat onto the side table, a wicked smile crept across my lips.Killian had spent his entire life breaking his back to build this magnificent empire. But
KILLIANI stood rooted beside her hospital bed, staring down at her pale face. The rhythmic beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor sounded less like reassurance and more like the countdown of a bomb about to explode.Minutes ago, I'd practically cornered Raphael, demanding to know if she was dying. He had assured me repeatedly that her vital signs were stable. According to him, her sudden loss of consciousness was merely a reaction to the explosive surge of wolf cells flooding her bloodstream, accelerated by the cosmic pull of the approaching moon.Tomorrow was the Blue Moon—a rare lunar event when a werewolf's primal power swelled to its absolute zenith. It wasn't unheard of for a late-bloomer to undergo their violent first shift under a full moon.But I knew there was more to it. Before Riley collapsed in the grand hall, she'd seen something—or someone—that had terrified her to her core.“Lorcan's...a Red Canine...”“Speak with... Dale... hurry...”Her faint whispers still ech
RILEYA man wearing a low-brimmed hat stood half-hidden among the pack staff and decorators carrying floral arrangements.At first glance, he looked like just another hired hand helping set up the venue. But something about his posture—the rigid line of his shoulders—felt entirely out of place.I squinted, trying to figure out what made him stand out. Then he tilted his head, and the overhead lights caught the side of his face.A jagged, pale scar cut across his skin.Scars.It was Lorcan.My breath caught. I blinked rapidly, desperately trying to convince myself I was hallucinating.But I knew I wasn't.As if sensing my stare, Lorcan's head snapped around. His eyes locked onto mine across the crowded hall.Instead of looking panicked or caught, he let a slow, malicious smirk spread across his scarred lips.Then he turned on his heel, slipped through the double doors, and disappeared into the hallway.Instinct overrode common sense. I sprinted after him.“Mommy? Where are you going?”







