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Then we came through the gate. Every light on the residential floor, the entrance hall, the east wing, the formal sitting room at the front of the building with the curtains not quite closed and the light coming through the gap warm and specific and moving the way light moves when people inside are not still. Nate looked at the sitting room window as we came up the drive. He did not stop at the front door. He stood on the step with his hand on the door handle and looked at the sitting room window for a moment, at the light and the movement inside it, and then he went in and turned left toward the east wing office instead of right toward the sitting room. I stood in the entrance hall. Levi came in behind me and looked at the sitting room door and then at me. “He is not going in,” I said. “No,” Levi said. “It is not his to interrupt,” I said. “No,” Levi said again. We stood in the entrance hall and listened to the house and from behind the sitting room door came the sound of
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Victor was quiet for a long time after Crane finished. Not the processing quiet of someone absorbing information. The specific quiet of someone who already knew most of what they were being told and was deciding what to do with the part they did not know. I sat in the back of the car on the hard shoulder and listened to the silence on Crane’s phone and felt the twins and the cold air coming through the window Crane had cracked open and waited. Then Victor said: “Put her on.” Crane looked at me. He held the phone out. I took it. “Ella,” Victor said. “Victor,” I said. “Are you hurt,” he said. “No,” I said. “The children.” “Moving,” I said. “Both of them.” A pause. “Good,” he said. The word came out differently than I expected. Not with the controlled assessment he wore in the estate entrance hall or the careful honesty of the medical wing. Something underneath both of those things. Something that did not have a performance in it. “She used your contacts,” I said. “Yes,”
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I counted. That was the first thing I did when the car stopped shaking from the service road and hit tarmac and I understood that screaming was no longer useful. I counted. The time from the estate gate to the first turn. Forty seconds. The first turn to the second. Two minutes fourteen. The road surface changed at the second turn, smoother, which meant a larger road, which meant we were heading toward something rather than away from everything. East. The service road went east and we had stayed east at both turns. I pressed my back against the door and looked at Crane. He was sitting across from me in the back seat with his arms loose at his sides and his face arranged into the expression of someone doing a job and not particularly interested in the specifics of it. Large. Calm. The kind of calm that came from doing this more than once. He had a phone in his breast pocket. He had not used it since we left the estate. “Where are we going,” I said. He looked at me. “Somewher
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Nate drove. Not the driver. Nate, with Levi in the passenger seat and Julian still on the phone on speaker on the dashboard and the meeting room forty minutes behind them with twelve pack allies sitting in it wondering what had just happened. He had not explained when he left. He had stood up and said we are done for tonight and walked out and Levi had followed and that was the whole of it. The allies could wonder. The council could wonder. Everything could wait except this. “Tell me again,” Nate said. “From the beginning. Everything.” Julian’s voice came through the speaker, flat and careful, the voice of a man who had made a decision and was living with the weight of it in real time. “Serena came to me three weeks ago,” he said. “She told me she was filing the council challenge and she wanted me involved. She said she had a witness and she had the arrangement and she had the paternity question and all of it together was enough to bring Nate down.” He paused. “She told me my r
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He was faster than I expected. I had one second between the scream leaving my throat and his hand closing around my arm, and in that second I did three things. I threw my phone toward the corner of the room where it skidded under the changing table. I grabbed the door frame with my free hand and held on. And I screamed again, louder, the kind of sound that comes from somewhere below decision, purely physical, purely animal. He pulled. I held. The door frame bit into my fingers and I held anyway because the twins were six weeks from arriving and this man was between me and the corridor and the corridor was between me and Hayes and Marcus and every locked door I had spent the evening feeling safe behind. “Stop,” he said. Not angry. Businesslike. The voice of someone doing a job. I bit his arm. He made a sound and his grip loosened by one degree and I used that degree to twist and get my shoulder into the door frame and push back against him and scream Marcus’s name at the top of
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Nate listened without interrupting. That was the thing about him when something mattered. He went very still and he listened with his entire attention and he did not say anything until he was certain he had the full shape of it, and I stood in the east wing office and told him everything — Julian at the gate, the conversation in the entrance hall, the witness Serena had been building for weeks, and the thing I had understood at the end of it. Julian had come to find out if I was going to run. When I finished Nate looked at the wall for a moment. Then he said: “Who is the witness.” “I do not know,” I said. “He said someone who was present for something specific. Someone who has been talking to Serena for weeks.” “Someone inside the estate,” Levi said from the doorway. He had appeared sometime in the middle of what I was saying, the way he appeared when something was happening that required him. “Possibly,” I said. “Probably,” Levi said. He looked at Nate. “Hayes was feeding Vi
CRAVING THE WRONG BLACKTHORNE BROTHER Chapter Sixteen: THE FIRST DUTY
Three days after we returned from the trip, I received my first official duty as Luna.The construction of a new orphanage on pack lands.It wasn’t glamorous, but it was mine. My first real responsibility. My first chance to prove I could do this job.I’d spent the morning reviewing the plans, memo
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-19CRAVING THE WRONG BLACKTHORNE BROTHER Chapter Eighteen: The Kitchen
I couldn’t sleep.Three nights since the construction site. Three nights of lying awake replaying the fall. Isabella’s hands. The ground disappearing. The terror.And Levi’s hands catching me.I threw off the covers and padded downstairs in bare feet. The house was silent. Nate would be in his stud
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-19CRAVING THE WRONG BLACKTHORNE BROTHER Chapter Twelve: The Aftermath
ELLALevi pulled out so fast I nearly fell over.One second he was inside me, and the next he’d tucked himself away, yanked my dress down, and put half the balcony between us. All before I could even process what was happening.The door swung open.Nate stood there, backlit from inside, those pale
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-18CRAVING THE WRONG BLACKTHORNE BROTHER CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE BUSINESS TRIP (PART 2)
I made it to the suite, into my bedroom, before the tears came.I hated this. Hated him. Hated myself for caring what he thought, for wanting something from him he clearly couldn’t give.The door to my room slammed open.Nate stood there, his control completely gone. His tie was loose, his hair dis
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