MasukJenn’s POV I left Morgan’s room with her plea still echoing in my ears. She’d sounded really distressed when she spoke about Tristan.But even then, I was worried myself. No one has heard anything or news about him since he left to see his mother. Plus there was nothing on the news about any dissolution of the treaty they had with the Mad Alpha. Liam was in Vicktor’s study when I found him, his laptop open in front of him, a map of the Mad Alpha’s territory spread across the desk. Vicktor sat across from him, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, his expression unreadable as always. They both looked up as I entered. Whatever was on my face made Liam straighten immediately, his blue eyes sharp with concern. “What’s wrong?” “Its about Morgan.” I crossed to him, letting his warmth steady me as I leaned against the edge of the desk. “She felt Tristan through their bond. He’s in distress. Something’s wrong.” Liam’s brow furrowed. “The bond is incomplete. She could be imagining –” “S
Jenn’s POV The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable – not anymore. Somewhere along the way, between the daily medications and the conversations I’d never meant to have, we’d found a strange kind of equilibrium. She was still the woman who’d destroyed my marriage and nearly killed me. I was still the woman she’d been sent to break. But we were also two people carrying the weight of choices we couldn’t undo, trying to figure out who we were supposed to be now that the dust had settled. “I talked to Simon,” I said finally, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My voice came out rough, scraped raw by a week of sleeplessness and the constant, gnawing fear that had taken up residence in my chest. “He’s been going through the communication logs from the Vale Pack. Cross-referencing them with the names Osiris gave us and the timelines of known information leaks.” Morgan turned from the window, her sharp eyes fixed on my face. She didn’t speak, didn’t interrupt. She j
Jenn’s POV A full week had passed since Simon handed me that folded piece of paper and watched my world shrink to four names. Seven days of pretending everything was normal while my mind ran in circles like a caged animal, gnawing at the same questions over and over until they bled into each other. What if it’s Alice? What if it’s not? What if I never know? What if I find out and wish I hadn’t? I slept in fragments now – an hour here, thirty minutes there – snatched between the baby’s restless movements and my own racing thoughts. Liam had stopped trying to coax me into proper rest somewhere around the fourth night, when I snapped at him for hovering and then immediately burst into tears because I didn’t mean it. I was just so tired, so scared, so full of everything I couldn’t say out loud. He’d held me through the crying jag without a word. Just wrapped his arms around my shaking shoulders and let me soak his shirt with tears I’d been holding back for weeks. When I finally quie
Jenn’s POV He was a contradiction. A mess of good intentions and terrible choices. And I had no idea if he was capable of betraying me again. Wade’s eyes narrowed as he studied my face. He’d always been able to read me – sometimes better than I could read myself. It was one of the things that had made our marriage work for as long as it did. And now, watching him piece together my silence and my stiff posture and the distance I’d put between us, I saw the exact moment understanding dawned. “You’re wondering if it’s me.” His voice came out flat, stripped of its earlier warmth. “I’m the spy. You’re standing there trying to figure out if I’m the one who’s been feeding information to the Mad Alpha.” I couldn’t deny it. What was the point? He’d already seen through me. “You were the closest person to me for five years.” My voice matched his – flat and detached, like I was reciting facts from a report instead of talking to the man I’d once promised to love forever. “If anyone had secre
Jenn’s POV A week after Osiris told us there might be a spy in my pack, among my own close friends, I found myself sitting with Morgan. The last person I ever thought I’d go to or talk to about things like this. But for some reason, talking to her felt oddly relaxing. She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t offer empty reassurance or tell me I was being paranoid. She just listened, her sharp eyes fixed on my face, her expression unreadable. And somehow, that was exactly what I needed. Besides, if anyone should know who the spy among my group of friends was, it had to be her. She’d spent months embedded in my life, watching my every move, reporting back to her father. If there was another operative close to me, someone who’d been feeding him information since before I reclaimed my pack, she would know. Still, try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to ask her that question. Because asking meant acknowledging that it might be true. That one of the people I loved most in this world had be
Jenn’s POV I didn’t sleep that night. Liam had given up trying to coax me into rest somewhere around the third hour of my restless shifting. He lay beside me now with one arm thrown over his eyes and his breathing slow and even, though I could tell from the tension in his shoulders that he wasn’t actually asleep. He was just giving me space to wrestle with my demons in peace. I loved him for that. I loved him for a lot of things. But love didn’t stop the Beta’s words from spinning through my head like a broken record. Hesitant. Someone with something to lose. A secret they wished would never come out. I pressed my palm against my stomach and felt the flutter of movement and leaned into it. Hoping my baby could give me some kind of strength I was lacking. Something – anything – to help me move past this phase. The baby kicked in response, sharp and insistent, and I took it as guidance. The next morning, I found Alva in the kitchen. She was perched on a stool near the window wit
Jenn’s POV I felt much better the next morning. Maybe because once again, I was waking up on his bed, maybe because of the shiver that ran down my spine at the sight of him. He was stunning under the morning light and if healed whatever was left of both my heart and body. I reached out, running
Jenn’s POV When I woke, pale morning light was filtering through the curtains. Liam was still beside me, propped against the headboard with his eyes closed. He looked younger in sleep – the weight of command temporarily lifted. I shifted, and his eyes opened immediately. “Hey.” His voice was roug
Jenn’s POV I stared at him for a long moment after he finished, unable to believe what I was hearing. Tristan was the fox prince. The same one that had gone missing for a year. Didn’t they say he showed up? If for that whole year he’d been locked up in the mad Alpha’s dungeon and only arrived at m
Jenn’s POV I stared at her, my mind struggling to catch up. Tristan. The broken man I’d found at the edge of my territory, half dead, covered in scars. I’d saved him without thinking, without expecting anything in return. “He’s here?” I asked. “Tristan is here?” Bree nodded. “He’s in the infirma







