LOGINLola’s POV
I stood frozen in place, my heart racing and my cheeks burning. Flint didn’t say anything. Not even a word to deny what Amy had accused him of. He didn’t even look at me. He just walked away, leaving Amy and me alone in the hallway.
I stared at his back as he disappeared around the corner. My hands were shaking. I wasn’t sure if I was more embarrassed or hurt. Probably both. Amy turned to me with a satisfied smile, blocking my path.
“Don’t get the wrong idea,” she said, tilting her head. “You’re just his adoptive sister. That’s all you’ll ever be.”
I didn’t respond.
“You think just because you live under the same roof, he cares about you that way?” Her voice lowered as she stepped closer. “He doesn’t. He never did. So keep your little crush to yourself and stay away from him.”
Her words were sharp, but they didn’t surprise me. Amy had always been like this.
Back in high school, she was the reason I used to eat lunch in the library.
She’d pull little stunts like switching my seat in class, hiding my gym clothes, whispering lies about me to other girls. Never enough to get caught, but always just enough to make me feel small.
I had never told anyone. I’d let it slide, over and over, until she got bored. But not this time. “I’m not afraid of you anymore,” I said, looking her straight in the eye. “If you try to mess with me again, I’ll push back.”
Amy’s smile dropped. “Don’t test me,” I added. “You have what you want. Don’t come looking for a fight.” That seemed to bother her more than anything. Her tone changed, getting colder. “You think he cares about you now? Please. He spent the night with me. We’ve done more than kiss.”
I didn’t flinch, but my stomach turned. Amy smirked like she’d won something, then walked away without another word. I stayed there a few seconds longer, then bent down to pick up the pages of my thesis and walked off without looking back.
Each step felt heavier than the last. The paper in my hands was shaking, but it wasn’t from the wind.
I told myself it didn’t matter. That I had no right to care. But the truth was, it felt like something had cracked open inside me. The person I trusted most, loved most might have given himself to someone else.
And I wasn’t even allowed to ask why.
When I got home, my father was in the dining room. “Lola, come eat with us,” he said.
I walked in slowly, trying to keep my face blank. Flint was already at the table. So was Amy, sitting next to him like always. She smiled like nothing had happened.
I sat at the far end and stared at my plate. I wasn’t hungry.
I kept thinking about the kiss. Flint hadn’t said anything. Amy had acted like it meant nothing. And now they were both here, pretending everything was fine.
Flint didn’t even glance at me.
I didn’t know what hurt more.Was it what happened, or the way he ignored it afterward.
Dinner dragged. I barely ate and didn’t speak. When I was done, I stood up. “Thanks, Dad. I’m going upstairs. I’m tired.”
He looked at me. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, and left.
Upstairs, I sat on my bed, replaying everything. The kiss. His silence. Amy’s face. I kept wondering if he ever thought about it again. Or if it really meant nothing.
Later, Dad knocked on my door. “We’ve got something planned for tomorrow,” he said.
I looked at him.
“It’s your birthday.” he said.
He sounded excited. He said he and Mom had invited some close friends for a small celebration. I thanked him and closed the door. I didn’t ask for a party. I didn’t feel like celebrating anything.
Still, I got out of bed early the next morning and did my best to look presentable. Mom helped me get dressed in a long, soft blue dress she had picked out. It fit well and flowed gently when I moved. She braided my hair with silver pins and told me I looked beautiful.
When I finally stepped out of my room, the house looked completely different.
Balloons hung from the ceiling, flowers lined the stairs, and fairy lights wrapped around the door frames. The living room was full. Dad hugged me the moment I stepped in. “My little girl’s growing up.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said, giving him a small smile. I looked around. Evelyn waved from the couch. Some of our close friends were chatting near the fireplace. But what surprised me most was the presence of Alpha Brandon and Luna Katelyn.
And then I saw Morgan.
He stood near the kitchen in a black button-down shirt, his sleeves rolled up, a silver chain hanging loosely from his neck. He looked more like someone from a gang than a guest at a birthday party.
He was staring right at me, I quickly looked away. Luna Katelyn smiled at my father. “She’s grown so much.” Alpha Brandon nodded. “You raised a fine young woman.” I said thank you.
Then Flint approached. He stopped a few feet away and said quietly, “Happy birthday. Enjoy the party.” His voice was polite. I looked up and saw that his eyes were already on me. But when our eyes met, he turned away.
Morgan stepped closer. “Happy birthday, little princess.” I didn’t respond. I tried to move past him. “You clean up nice,” he added with a smirk. “Didn’t know you had that in you.” The adults laughed softly.
I glared at him.
Alpha Brandon raised an eyebrow at Morgan. “Watch your mouth.”
“Yes, sir,” Morgan said, holding his hands up. My mother chuckled. “He’s just teasing. It’s fine.” I didn’t find it funny.
As the clock neared midnight, Luna Katelyn walked over and tapped Morgan’s arm. “Go get the gift from the car.” Morgan nodded and headed for the front door. Flint followed him behind. Everyone gathered around me near the cake.
The lights dimmed slightly. My mother smiled as she handed me a match. “Make a wish.” I closed my eyes. I want to find my mate. I want a new start. Something real. I opened my eyes and blew out the candles. People clapped as I picked up the knife and cut the first slice.
Dad beamed. “Perfect.” Mom helped with the rest of the cutting. She handed me a plate. “Take this one to Morgan.” I hesitated. “Okay.” I stepped outside.
The cool air hit my skin immediately.
I spotted Flint standing off to the side, holding a piece of cake in one hand and staring down at the grass. I turned away, but then I froze, something changed.
A scent hit my nose like rain and forest, my heart skipped a beat, then it started racing, my legs moved on their own, I couldn’t stop them, I walked forward, pulled by something I couldn’t explain.
I felt Flint's gaze on me. My wolf was pulling, pushing, calling. My wolf growled excitedly inside me, "Mate." I was shocked, I had found my mate.
Lola's POVThe fire had burned down to low orange coals by the time we slipped away from the celebration.Nobody stopped us. A few people smiled. Sera, who had been watching the whole evening from her usual spot near the food table, gave me a small nod that felt like a blessing. Evelyn caught my eye from across the field and raised her cup without saying a word. That was enough.Morgan held my hand the whole walk back. He didn't say anything, and I didn't either. Some moments don't need filling. This was one of them.The pack house was quieter now as we moved to our room, most people still outside, voices and laughter drifting through the open windows. He led me upstairs. Closed the door. And when the latch clicked shut, something in my chest finally settled. The last tight thing let go.I turned to face him.He was looking at me the way he had looked at me in the clearing earlier. Like he still couldn't quite believe we were here. Like he was checking, one more time, that I was real.
Lola's POVThe morning of the wedding, I woke up before the sun.I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time, just listening. The pack house was already awake. I could hear movement downstairs, voices carrying up through the walls, the soft sounds of people preparing for something they had all chosen to be part of. Not because they were ordered to. Because they wanted to.That was the part that still caught me off guard, even now, the choosing.Evelyn came in an hour after sunrise with a tray of food I barely touched and spent the next two hours doing my hair with the focused silence of someone who understood that this moment didn't need a lot of words around it. She braided sections back from my face and wove small white flowers through the rest, and when she finished, she stood behind me and looked at my reflection in the mirror."You look like yourself," she said. "That's the best thing I can say."I reached back and squeezed her hand.The ceremony was held in the open
Lola's POVElder Mara found me the next morning.I was sitting alone in the small garden at the back of the pack house, drinking tea and staring at nothing in particular. My mind was still moving through everything that had happened, replaying pieces of it the way you do when something large has shifted, and your brain hasn't fully caught up yet.I heard footsteps on the stone path and looked up. Elder Mara was one of the oldest members of the council, a small woman with careful eyes and grey hair neatly pulled back. She had been on the council for decades but had never aligned herself with Joseph's faction. During yesterday's confrontation, she had been the first council member to step away from him.She stopped a few feet from my bench. "May I sit?"I nodded.She sat down slowly and folded her hands in her lap. For a moment, she just looked at the garden. Then she said, "I owe you an apology."I didn't say anything. I waited."I knew about the witch," she said. "The one who came to
Lola's POVThe hall was quiet now.Joseph was gone. The soldiers who had come with him had either been detained or had walked out on their own, heads down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The council members who had arrived so confidently behind him had slipped out one by one during the confusion, leaving behind only the echo of everything that had just happened.Morgan stood in the middle of the room, looking at the damage, overturned furniture, scattered documents, and a long crack in the wall where someone had been thrown against it. His arm was still bandaged from the garden. He hadn't complained once."We need to move fast," he said. "Joseph's people are still in the territory. Some of them won't accept what just happened. They'll push back."He was right. Within the hour, reports started coming in.Three of Joseph's loyalists had barricaded themselves in the east wing of the pack house, refusing to stand down. Two more had been found trying to destroy documents in the archiv
Lola's POVThe name on the paper was Elder Joseph.The man who had pressured me to marry Flint. Who had sat across from my family and laid out consequences like cards on a table. Who had been woven into the fabric of council life for as long as I could remember. He had been there at the beginning of all of it, not watching the conspiracy unfold, but driving it.Morgan and I drove back from Karen's cabin in silence. There was nothing to say that the weight in the car wasn't already saying. We had a name. We had Karen's testimony. What we didn't have was the kind of hard, documented proof that could stand up to a council that Joseph himself had helped build. We needed time to gather it properly.Joseph didn't give us time.Tim came through the office door the next morning, pale-faced and without preamble. Elder Joseph was at the gates. Five council members are with him. Twenty soldiers. A warrant for my arrest on charges of treason and conspiracy against the crown.The same charges th
Lola's POVI drove back with one hand on the wheel and the envelope pressed against my side, checking the rearview mirror every few seconds. The feeling of being watched had not faded. If anything, the farther I got from the palace, the heavier it settled.Morgan was waiting at the gates when I pulled through. He opened my door, looked at my face, then at the envelope, and didn't ask unnecessary questions, just walked me inside and locked his office door behind us.I told him what Abraham had said. The forged evidence. The silence he had chosen. The name of the organisation connected to my parents' deaths. Morgan spread the envelope's contents across the desk: documents, photographs, pages of handwritten notes, and we stood over them together, beginning to make sense of the edges of something much larger than either of us had anticipated.Then his phone rang.He answered, listened, and his expression shifted in the particular way it did when information arrived that changed the shape
Lola’s POVThe red light above the operating room had been on for hours.It glowed through the corridor like a warning, painting everything in shades of crimson.I stood there, staring at it until my eyes stung.Every second that passed felt like another drop of water in an endless storm.No one sp
Lola’s POVFor a second, I couldn’t find words. His expression didn’t change. “I… what?”“You heard me,” he said. “I’m tired of pretending. You and me, let's stop acting.”Before I could respond, he added, “And stay away from Flint.”That snapped me out of it. “Excuse me?”“I don’t like him,” he s
Lola’s POVI tried to forget Morgan.I told myself again and again that it was over, that I could push him out of my mind if I just focused hard enough. But the harder I tried, the more he filled my thoughts.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face.Every time I heard his voice echo in my head
Lola’s POVThe palace had been buzzing since morning. Every corridor echoed with servants’ footsteps, and every hall smelled faintly of polished silver and perfume. The entire pack was preparing for the Alpha Auction, the grand event where all tribes contributed to the war chest for the werewolf–v







