Mag-log inHarley~ Nick and Titus square off, two proud Alphas, neither to blink. As if it were part of the script, a nurse in crisp blue scrubs appeared in the doorway. Her voice cut through the tension as she told me it's my turn in the stirrups. The breath I'd been holding in a tight knot finally broke free, escaping my lips in a shaky exhale. Without a word, Nick's hand comes with a warm, firm weight on the small of my back, pivoting me away. We were almost out, but no, it wouldn't be that easy today. "This isn't over, Nick," Titus growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest like a brewing storm. Ok, that's enough! His voice is making me itch and causing my heels to dig into the linoleum. "Alpha Titus, may I have a word?" Nick's fingers tightened around my hand, his pulse jumping against my skin. 'It's ok, Nick,' I leaned back against him, and he reluctantly let go. In the hallway's quiet, it's my turn to stand, the only ground I have. After tossing my dark locks over my s
Harley~ So this is the corner of the pack Delilah was haunting; that explains a lot. The air in Sean's hospital room was thick with her overpowering perfume, which made me nauseous. She was hovering over Sean, checking the various tubes and monitors. Her performance felt more practiced than genuine; Nick and I exchanged a glance a moment before she looked up. Seeing us, she froze, her breath hitching as she took a jagged, silent breath. Her pull back from Sean was a sudden, unnatural distancing from a mate. She's overdoing it trying to hide………my gaze goes to her hand as my brain slipped into chaos. She didn't have the ornate, silver-hinged ring on her right middle finger this morning. Pressure builds in my chest as Rae comes through the pieces still shifting in my head. 'Harley, something is deeply wrong here.' 'Red alert, Rae,' I murmured back. Ruby goes to her son's side, her fingers threading through Sean's limp, pale hand. She cast a sharp look toward Delilah; it was quick,
Nick~ Harley's gaze darts across the windshield, tracing the sharp architecture of Moon Hill Manor. It loomed ahead, a fortress of grey stone that seemed to consume the morning light. Memories hit hard; days gone by of Sean and me running through those halls, clueless. My throat tightens, and I try to swallow the forming boulder. "Nick, it's incredible," she says, placing a hand over her heart, her voice barely a breath. "That's one way to put it," I say, opening the driver's door to a crisp bite of mountain air. "I'm glad you like it." Before I'm fully out, Eason, my father's personal butler, is already exiting the manor. His polished dress shoes echoed on the stone steps in his haste. "Morning, Alpha," Eason says, voice immaculate as he takes hold of the door. "Your parents are waiting in the breakfast room." Harley waits, her eyes wide as she stares at Eason as I move to the passenger side. Opening the door, I offered her my arm and pulled her close to me. She leans
Harley~ The 4:00 AM silence was shattered when the first heavy blow struck the front door. Beside me, the mattress groaned, and so did Nick as he pulled away from me. He was on his feet instantly, charged, taking his heat with him and leaving the sheets cold. He pressed a dry, hurried kiss to my brow and muttered a low "Stay" that vibrated against my skin. Then he was gone, the rhythmic thud-thud of his bare heels retreating down the hallway. My brain was still thick with sleep until Rae's mental voice spiked, sharp in my ears. 'Harley, it's a woman. She's carrying a scent like scorched sugar, and it's aimed right at our mate.' The covers can't bind me, and my soles burned against the bedroom rug as I scrambled for traction. I nearly lost my balance before hitting the hardwood. In the living room, the air felt claustrophobic. A woman was there, her movements fluid and desperate as she tried to weld herself to Nick's chest. He didn't waver, his hands like stone pillars across
Harley~ Cedar planks, rough as bark, cut a jagged silhouette against a mountain bruised with the coming twilight's purple. My gaze darts constantly between windows, fighting to catch the panoramic view from every angle. It's both eerie and fascinating the way the mist coils around the thick trunks of the pines surrounding the cabin. When Nick pulls the passenger door open, the air hits my nose. Wonderful, sharp, yet thin, a breeze flows by, carrying with it just a hint of damp earth and crushed needles. Smog-free and a welcome breath, I try to inhale it all at once. Nick catches my hand; his palm is rough and familiar as he guides me from the car. After the second step, my attention immediately snagged on the wicker swing swaying back and forth. I'm seeing lazy mornings spent watching the sunrise from the oversized double-seater. Nick reaches above the door frame, his fingers dancing along the dusty ledge until they find the key. Inside, the space is austere and smells o
Nick~ Ian and Leonard's focus snapped to Harley the moment the elevator doors chimed open. She steps into the hum of the squad room beside Seth, just as Ben rounds the corner. Leonard's features sagged, his eyes resembling hollowed-out shells. In contrast, Ian's entire frame vibrated with a heat that drained the blood from his face. He thrashes against my hold, but his muscles betray him. "He's a fraud!" he howled, the sharp sound cutting through the air. "That's no federal agent; what you see before you is a beast! A werewolf!" Howard's voice boomed over the sudden silence to the officers. "Take these lunatics the hell outta here!" He scoffed, a dry, rattling sound. "Werewolves. Beautiful." He slammed a heavy palm against my shoulder blade; the force of it jolted my teeth. "Nice work, Agent." From my peripheral vision, I catch the frantic movement in Ben's eyes. Replaced by a sharp, predatory stillness. He doesn't just look at me; his gaze drags over my face. His eyes narrowed
Nick~ Given the pleasure this day started with, I should have known something was bound to happen to bring the pain. As the Mountainview gates opened, I stopped at the guardhouse, frowning, jaw tight, Zeek jolting me. The guard came out and stepped to the driver's door. "Is there a problem, sir?"
Kyle~ For quite some time now, I've been standing in the middle of Harley's bedroom without the first clue of what to bring her other than the basics. Becky's voice is high-pitched and fast when she calls for me, insisting that I return to the hospital. The beach bag from the bottom of Harley
Harley~ Nick tucked a stray curl behind my ear. "Anyway you want it, Amante." He let out the footrest of the recliner, pulled the stiff white hospital blanket over his feet, and adjusted the pillow under his head. Nick looks over at me with a smile, though I know he is uncomfortable. Half of h
Nick~ The red digital clock on the wall reads 03:00. That leaves about five hours before the next round of poking, prodding, and vital signs. Thankfully, there is finally light at the end of the tunnel. It's been a LONG four days and now five nights for both Harley and the staff. Harley adjust







