LOGINEVEThe first week back was harder than I expected.Not the physical recovery. My vampire healing handled that. Ribs mended. Internal injuries sealed. Within days I was physically fine.The mental recovery was different.I couldn't sleep in our bedroom. The ceiling felt too close. Too heavy. Like it might collapse at any moment.The second night home, I woke up screaming. Clawing at nothing. Convinced I was buried again.Adam held me while I hyperventilated. "You're safe. You're home. The ceiling isn't falling.""I know that logically. But my body doesn't believe it.""Then we move. Sleep somewhere else until you feel safe again."We moved to a ground floor guest room with high ceilings and multiple exits. It helped. Slightly.But the nightmares didn't stop.Every night I was back under the rubble. Crushed. Trapped. Unable to breathe or move or escape.I'd wake up gasping. Sometimes crying. Sometimes silent and frozen.Adam never complained. Just held me. Talked me through it. Reminde
ADAM Victoria made her move forty eight hours later. Not against us directly. Against everyone we'd ever helped. Twelve hybrid families hit simultaneously across four continents. This time, no survivors. Parents, children, everyone killed. Houses burned to the ground. Then she sent us the footage. Every death. Every scream. Every child begging for mercy they didn't receive. With a message: "Release Elena or this continues every forty eight hours until you do." I watched it once. Couldn't make it through the second time. Just sat there staring at the blank screen while my hands shook. "She's a monster," Eve said quietly. "She killed children to make a point." "We have her daughter. She's escalating to force our hand." "So we don't give in. We hold Elena and keep applying pressure. Force Victoria to meet on our terms." "At the cost of how many more families? How many more children?" I looked at her. "Eve, we can't keep this up. Every forty eight hours, another dozen families
CHAPTER 85ADAMI couldn't let go of her.Even after we moved from the dining hall to our private chambers. Even after the girls finally fell asleep between us, their hands clutching Eve like she might disappear. Even after hours of just holding her and proving to myself she was real.I couldn't let go."Adam," Eve whispered. "I need to use the bathroom. You have to release me for thirty seconds.""No.""I've been trapped under rubble for three weeks. I really need to pee."Logically, I knew she was right. But logic had abandoned me the moment she walked through that door."Take me with you.""That's ridiculous.""I don't care. I'm not letting you out of my sight." My voice cracked. "What if I close my eyes and you're gone again? What if this is a dream and I wake up to find you're still dead?"Eve's expression softened. She cupped my face. "I'm real. I'm solid. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. But I really, really need to pee."I forced myself to release her. Watched as she care
EVEI woke up in darkness.Complete. Absolute. Suffocating darkness.My body screamed with pain. Crushed. Broken. Barely functional.I tried to move. Couldn't. Tons of rubble pinning me down. Metal through my abdomen. Concrete crushing my legs.I should be dead.Why wasn't I dead?Memory returned slowly. The factory. Victoria. The explosion. Holding her so she couldn't escape while the building came down.The plan had been to die with her. Make sure she couldn't survive. Couldn't rebuild. Couldn't threaten my family again.I'd accepted death. Embraced it. Knew Adam would take care of the girls. Knew my sacrifice meant they'd finally be safe.So why was I still conscious?I tried to assess my injuries in the darkness. Multiple fractures. Internal bleeding. Probably punctured lung based on how hard breathing was.Fatal injuries. Should be dead within minutes.But minutes passed. Then hours. And I was still breathing. Still conscious. Still trapped under rubble in complete darkness.Vamp
EVE The hospital refused to treat Lucia properly. "We don't have specialists for this," the ER doctor said, looking at my unconscious daughter hooked up to machines. "She's not reading as human, wolf, or vampire. She's something else entirely and we don't have protocols for something else." "Then find someone who does!" My voice was too loud. People in the hallway turned to stare. "My daughter is dying and you're telling me you don't have protocols?" "Ma'am, I understand you're upset—" "My daughter used her power to save us from vampires who wanted to kill her for existing. She burned herself out doing it. And you're standing here with excuses instead of solutions." I grabbed his coat. "Fix her. Now." Adam's hand on my shoulder stopped me from doing something I'd regret. "Eve. Let me handle this." He pulled the doctor aside. Spoke quietly. Used his Alpha authority voice that made people comply without understanding why. I sat beside Lucia's bed. Held her small cold hand. She
ADAMThe first month without Eve was a blur.I functioned on autopilot. Got the girls to school. Made meals. Went through the motions of being a parent and pack Alpha while feeling nothing inside except emptiness.Lucia retreated into silence. She'd come home from school, go to her room, and not come out except for meals. Barely spoke. Barely ate. Just existed.Sophie cried every night. I'd hear her through the walls, trying to muffle the sound with her pillow. But I heard anyway. And didn't know how to help."They need therapy," Madam Bella said. "Professional help. They're both drowning in grief and you can't help them when you're drowning too.""I'm fine.""You're not fine. You're barely functional. Adam, I know you're trying to be strong for them. But strength isn't pretending you're okay when you're falling apart. It's admitting you need help and getting it.""I don't have time for therapy. I have a pack to run. Daughters to raise. I can't fall apart.""You're already falling apa







