LOGINJenn’s POV I nodded once. “How are you feeling? Physically.” “Tired. Weak.” She glanced down at her bandaged side. “Bree says I’m healing well, but slower than I should be. The venom took a lot out of me.” “It nearly killed you.” “I know.” She met my eyes. “I know what I did, Jenn. I know who I hurt. I know I destroyed your marriage, nearly killed you, manipulated everyone who got close to me. I did it all because I thought if I was useful enough, my father might finally love me.” Her voice cracked. “He never did. He never will. And I threw away everything – everything – chasing something that was never real.” Alva shifted against the wall, her jaw tight. I could feel her anger radiating across the room, but she kept her promise and stayed silent. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness,” Morgan continued. “I don’t deserve it. I’m not even asking for a second chance. I just… I wanted you to know that I know. I know what I did. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jenn. For everything.” Th
Jenn’s POV We walked together through the winding corridors of Victor's estate, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The northern wing was quieter than the rest of the house – fewer guards, fewer servants. Vicktor had given Morgan privacy, whether out of respect or strategy, I couldn’t say. As we approached her door, I could hear voices inside – Tristan’s low murmur combined with Bree’s professional tone, and beneath it all, Morgan’s quiet responses. I paused with my hand on the door handle. “Whatever happens in there, let me handle it.” Alva nodded but said nothing. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was brighter than I expected – sunlight steamed in through tall windows, casting warm squares across the stone floor. Morgan lay propped against a mountain of pillows, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, her face still pale but no longer the ghostly white of someone who’d nearly bled out on a battlefield. Tristan sat beside her bed, his hand resting pr
Jenn’s POV The garden felt lighter after Wade left. Not because he was gone– though I felt a certain kind of relief in that – but because something between us had finally been said. Not forgiven, not healed, but acknowledged. He knew about our child. He’d felt the baby kick. And somehow, impossibly, he’d accepted the boundaries I’d set. I never expected it to go this well. It made my fears and nervousness feel so… misplaced. Still, with all the emotions, I felt I needed to talk to someone. I needed to offload some of the pressure I felt before I exploded, so I went in search of my best friend. Alice had returned to the Vale pack yesterday since she was one of the people keeping things there while I was here, so all I had now was Alva. I found her outside Vicktor’s estate sitting on a stone bench with her face turned toward the afternoon sun. She looked different. There was a glow about her that had nothing to do with the morning sun. “You’re radiant,” I said, settling beside her
Jenn’s POV The next morning came too slowly and too fast all at once. I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Wade’s face– the shock, the hurt, the tears. The baby had been restless too, kicking and turning like she knew something was shifting. Liam had held me through it all, his hand on my stomach, his breath warm on my neck. But even his presence hadn’t been enough to quiet my mind. When the pale light of dawn finally crept through the curtains, I was already awake. Liam stirred beside me. His arm tightened around my waist. “Do you still want to rest a little?” he asked. “You barely slept through the night.” I shook my head slowly. “No.” Liam nodded and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re that eager to talk to him…” he chuckled softly. “Luke just mind linked me to the fact that Wade met him a while ago. He’s just as restless as you and he’s been pacing the estate since dawn.” I pushed out of bed, “There’s no need pushing it anymore. Let’s come to an agreement
Jenn’s POV Wade stared at me, tears rolling down his cheek. He’s calmed down considerably, maybe even felt a little guilt but I could still feel his anger stirring. His hands were clenched into fists by his sides and every now and then, he would sigh. “You are pregnant with my child,” he said after a long time. “You had no right –” “I had every right.” I said firmly, placing a hand on my stomach. “I’m his mother. You lost the right to claim this child when you walked away from me – from us. I’m not doing this to spite you Wade, but you already made your bed, now you have to lie on it.” Wade’s face crumpled. He looked at Liam, then back at me. “How did you find us?” I asked. He shrugged. “Vicktor. He told me you were in trouble when I called to ask how the whole thing with the mad Alpha went.” His eyes dropped to my stomach. “He didn’t mention this part.And I never thought I’d walk into… this.” He looked at me for a long moment. “I want a paternity test,” he said. Liam moved.
Jenn’s POV Liam’s words brought tears to my eyes and I was sure he could see what he was doing to me. He smiled at me from where he stood. I was sure if he was given the chance, he’d have leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t know that I needed just that until the thought sprung up in my head. I glanced at Bree who was now in the middle of packing away her instruments, my thoughts going back to what she’d said before. I only had a few weeks until delivery. While I was anxious for it – to meet the special baby I was carrying – I still wished it would hold on a bit until after we'd resolved all our issues with the mad Alpha. But we couldn’t always get what we wished for. “How long does she have exactly?” Liam asked as if reading my mind. “Telling us she has a few weeks is too vague. We need to know those things to be able to prepare for it, know what and when to expect it.” Bree looked up, her eyes darting to Liam, then me. “She has about three weeks, maybe four or even less. At th
Jenn’s POV His fingers pressed deeper into my folds, and my hips rolled against his hand. I was so close already, the tension building low in my belly, but I didn’t want to come like this. Not yet. I pushed his hand away, and he made a sound of protest that turned into a groan when I reached for
Jenn’s POV After leaving Alva and Luke to sort themselves out –band praying to whatever gods were listening that they’d finally stop dancing around each other – Alice and I took a long walk through the estate grounds. It was strange been here. The Alpha King’s territory was nothing like our pac
Alva’s POV I saw the logic in it. But I also saw the fear in the Alpha King’s eyes before he left, the way his hand had trembled on Jenn’s arm. After what she’d gone through in the hands of the mad Alpha, she would questioned his love and bond if he let her go to this northern King. But Jenn was
Alva’s POV The council room emptied slowly. The council members filed out in groups, their voices low, each whispering in low voices. Beta Luke was the last to go, his eyes lingering on me for a fraction of a second before he turned away. Just like every time. A glance, then nothing. As if he cou







