Se connecterMorgan’s POV The letter crumpled in my fist, Tristan’s words burned into my chest. Even if it costs my life. He was walking into my father’s trap. Walking to his death. And I was the only one who knew where – and when – my father would strike. The garage was empty when I reached it. Most of the vehicles were gone—taken by the Alpha King, probably, when he’d rushed after Jenn. But there was one left. An old pickup, keys dangling from the ignition. I didn’t wait to think about who it belonged to. The engine roared to life. I slammed it into gear and barreled through the gate, ignoring the shouts of the guards behind me. Five hours. That was how long it would take to reach the cemetery from here. Five hours of roads I knew by heart, roads I’d memorized when I was seventeen and planning an escape I’d never been brave enough to make. I drove faster than I should have. Faster than was safe. The needle climbed past eighty, ninety, a hundred. The trees blurred past. The baby kicked hard,
Morgan’s POV The cell was cold after Jenn left, but I barely noticed. I sat on the cot with my hands pressed against my stomach, staring at the door she’d closed behind her. Her voice was still ringing in my ears—softer than I deserved, steadier than I’d ever heard her. No one deserves to lose their fated mate. Not even you. I didn’t know why she’d said it. I didn’t know why she’d meant it. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Tristan. He’d been through so much. My betrayal. My father’s cruelty. The year he’d spent waiting to die in a cell that smelled like fear and rot. He’d done everything to protect me, and I’d only realized it when it was too late. And me? I’d never thought about our child. Not once. I’d used it like a weapon, a bargaining chip against my father, something to hold over Wade’s head. I’d told myself I would sacrifice it if my mission ever demanded it. I’d meant it. But now… Something fluttered in my belly. Soft. Quick. I pressed my palm flat against the spot, w
Jenn’s POV “What do you want?” I gritted out. It was a stupid question. Of course I knew what he wanted. He’d even gone as far as using a truth serum just to get that information out of me once. A serum that almost cost the life of my baby. Still, I needed to buy myself time. Now, I was simply grasping at straws. I knew the mad Alpha had no use for Tristan anymore especially if he’d found out the man was no longer on his team. He could simply kill Tristan, but before then, he needed the information I knew. I needed to think of a way to get Tristan out of harm's way before I – “Quit playing games, Jenn Vale.” The mad Alpha chuckled. “I’m sure you know very well what I want. The last time we met, we had a full conversation about it, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten so soon?” I forced myself to stay calm and allowed the corners of my lips to curl into a smile. “Don’t blame me if my memory is hazy,” I said. “I have a lot of important things to keep my mind busy.Maybe the conversation
Jenn’s POV Most of what the northern King said, how he acted and carried himself didn’t sit right with me, but I chose to believe him. After all, what did I stand to lose if he was lying? It could be a trap, one part of me reasoned. But he must know that by now, I was ready for any traps. We didn’t totally trust each other. I was no fool and at this stage, I couldn’t fall for whatever tricks he had up his sleeves. “If you believe me,” Viktor said, as though he was reading my mind. “Then we should start moving. I don’t need to reiterate the urgency of this, do I?” Liam opened his mouth, but I pushed forward before he could say something that would condemn us both. “You will come with us? It’s the only way I can at least trust you a little.” A small smile flicked across his face, but his unreadable mask stayed in place. “I will come with you, of course. I’ve already made arrangements. A car is waiting outside. We’ll leave when you’re ready.” With that, he stood to his feet, nodde
Jenn’s POV The Northern King studied me for a moment longer, and I saw something shift in his eyes. Respect, perhaps. Or recognition. “Fine. I’ll give up trying to take control of what is yours, Alpha Vale,” he said finally. “But I want your word – your mate’s word– that my people will be treated equally. That when this war is over, I will have a voice equal to any southern Alpha.” Liam jumped forward. “You have my word. On my honor as Alpha King.” The Northern King held his gaze for a long moment. Then he extended his hand. “Then we have an alliance.” Both men gripped their hands firmly. There was a challenge in their eyes that felt like a storm and if my feet went planted firmly on the ground, I was sure it would have uprooted me. By the time the northern King’s gaze returned to me again, there was a look in his eyes that had me rethinking everything. Why did I feel as though I just played right into his hands? That I gave him something he wanted? I made a deal with that devil
Jenn’s POV The Northern King was asking for something impossible. Liam’s hand tightened on mine. Through the bond, I felt his wolf rise angrily. “You’re asking for the only route through the mountains that is controlled by southern packs. The Vale packs have been the sole properties of that route for at least a century!” “And maybe it’s time they passed on the mantle to someone else, don’t you think?” the northern King sighed. “Look, I’m not asking for something impossible. I’m asking what should have been opened generations ago.” He looked us both on the eyes and tilted his head. “The northerners have been bottled up behind that ridge for centuries. The aconite that grows on those slopes is the most potent in the realm, and we’re forced to buy it at southern prices because we can’t harvest it ourselves.” He met my eyes. “I’m asking for it because it’s the only guarantee that when this war is over, my territory won’t be pushed back into irrelevance.” I understood the calculatio







