LOGINAstrid's world shattered at six months pregnant when she found out that her mate's love was a lie, orchestrated by her own parents. He'd seduced her for one purpose: to harvest her unborn child's cord blood for her dying sister. Every moment of their relationship had been a betrayal wrapped in false promises. They’d forced her onto an operating table, taking what they needed and leaving her to die. And in those final moments, Astrid realises that she was all alone with no one on her side. She was supposed to die that day, forgotten and used. Instead, she vanished into the shadows and forged herself into something new. Now Astrid has returned with a different name, a different face, and a singular obsession. The family who orchestrated her destruction thinks she's dead and buried. They're about to learn that betrayal cuts both ways and Astrid has been sharpening her blade ever since they left her for dead. But when the moment comes to destroy them all, will Astrid choose vengeance or mercy? And when her former mate realizes who she really is, will the truth be enough to bring them all down or will Astrid's heart betray her one last time?
View MoreDarius's POV The DNA results stared back at me like it was mocking me. I'd been so certain, so stupidly certain, that beneath the healer's facade lay something else…someone else. My hands trembled as I poured myself another drink. “Probability of biological relationship: 0%” Zero. Not even a distant connection, not even the faintest possibility that Alyssa Skarsen had any relation to Astrid. The paper crumpled in my fist as the truth settled over me.She wasn't Astrid. The thought shouldn't have devastated me this much. I'd known it was impossible, especially after all the investigation results. But her mannerisms, the way she tilted her head when concentrating, just everything about her. I drained the whiskey and poured another, letting the burn ground me. For weeks, I'd been testing her, calling her Astrid's to see if she'd respond, watching her move. Every small reaction had fed my delusion. The way her breath caught when someone mentioned Astrid…even though they were
Darius's POV The dinner went smoothly, with pack members and guests mingling throughout the dining hall. I stood near the head table, watching Mateo charm the elder council with stories from Silvermoon's recent trade expansions. Iris sat beside me, her hand occasionally finding mine, a gesture that had become natural over our years together. "The salmon is excellent," Elder Patricia commented. "Your chef doesn't fail to impress us, Alpha." "I'll pass along your compliments," I replied, not taking my eyes off Mateo, whose smile tightened slightly when Iris laughed at something one of the pack members said. "Tell me, Iris," Mateo said suddenly, his tone conversational but with an underlying edge. "Your recovery has been quite remarkable. Dr. Skarsen must be exceptionally skilled." The table quieted slightly. Iris's fingers brushed mine under the table. "She is," Iris replied smoothly. "I'm fortunate to have her take care of me." "Fortune." Mateo swirled his wine thoughtfully. "I
Darius's POV "Beta Mateo," I extended my hand as he entered my office. "Welcome to Blackwood. I trust Blaise took care of you at the airport?" "Perfectly." Mateo shook my hand, his grip firm but brief. "Your Beta was very thorough in his hospitality." "Good. Can I offer you a drink? We have about an hour before the welcome dinner." I moved to the bar already reaching for a bottle of wine. "Please." He settled into one of the leather chairs across from my desk, looking around the office. "I see you've redecorated." "Nothing remains the same for that long." I handed him the glass, refering to the last time he was here, which was more than five years ago. "The pack elders will be joining us for dinner, along with some of our medical staff. Including our visiting healer, Dr. Skarsen." "Ah yes, the mysterious healer everyone's been talking about." Mateo swirled his drink. "I heard she's been making waves with Iris's treatment." "She's been thorough." I took my own seat. We sat
Astrid's POV I left the hospital with anger burning in my chest and exhaustion weighing down my bones. The conversation with Darius had ended exactly as I'd feared. With him choosing Iris, choosing his guilt, choosing the comfortable lie over the difficult truth. The irony wasn't lost on me. He'd banished me for a truth he didn't want to hear, and now he was rejecting another truth for the same reason. Some patterns, it seemed, were doomed to repeat. The night air was cool against my flushed skin as I walked home. I'd refused the pack car, needing the distance to calm my racing thoughts. His accusation that I was shirking responsibility had cut deeper than I wanted to admit. As if I hadn't spent weeks carefully documenting Iris's condition, running every test, exploring every possibility before reaching this conclusion. But what stung most was how quickly he'd dismissed me. Two weeks of professional dedication, and he still saw me as an incompetent stranger rather than trusting






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