LOGINNate 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
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
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
I was in the nursery when Marcus came to find me. He stood in the doorway with the expression he wore when he had something to say that he was not sure how to say, which from Marcus was unusual enough that I turned around properly and looked at him. “There is a man at the gate,” he said. “He says he knows you. He asked for you specifically, not the Alpha.” He paused. “His name is Julian Ashford.” The name landed in my chest the way names do when you have spent a significant amount of time trying not to think about them. Julian. I had not heard that name since the morning my father dragged me out of a room I did not remember going into, with a slap still burning on my face and Julian’s voice saying I am glad I did not make a mistake like the words cost him nothing, like I cost him nothing, like three years meant nothing the moment Serena handed him a reason to let them mean nothing. “Tell him I will be down in five minutes,” I said. Marcus looked at me. “Should I tell the Alph
February fifteenth. The day after. The twins went down for their afternoon nap at one-thirty, which meant we had roughly ninety minutes before someone woke up screaming about a dream or demanding juice or both.Ninety minutes was more than enough.I found them in the living room. Nate on the couch reading. Levi on the floor with his laptop, probably watching highlights of something he'd pretend was important. They both looked up when I walked in.I was wearing one of Levi's t-shirts. Just the t-shirt. No shorts. No bra. The hem hit mid-thigh and the neckline was wide enough to slip off one shoulder and I knew exactly what I looked like because I'd checked in the bathroom mirror.Levi's laptop closed slowly. Nate's book lowered."The twins are asleep," I said."How long?" Nate asked."Ninety minutes. Maybe.""Maybe?""Jonah's been fighting naps."Levi looked at Nate. Nate looked at Levi. Some silent calculation passed between them that I'd stopped trying to decode years ago. They had a
The sunroom was warm and golden and quiet, and Ella was reading in the chair with her legs tucked under her, and I was on the floor beside her pretending to work.I was not working.I was watching her ankle. Specifically the way the light hit the small bone on the inside, the curve of tendon, the soft skin I'd been tracing circles on for the last forty minutes. She hadn't told me to stop. She never told me to stop.The twins were at Sera's. Levi was setting up whatever grand romantic gesture he'd been hiding from me for weeks. The house was empty. The fire crackled in the iron stove and Ella turned a page and made a small sound, the kind she made when she read something that pleased her, a quiet hum at the back of her throat.That sound.My thumb pressed harder against her ankle. She glanced down at me over the edge of her book."You're not working," she said."I'm multitasking.""Your laptop's been on the same email for twenty minutes.""It's a long email."She smiled. That slow one.
I stood in the empty hallway, disheveled and reeking of sex, trying not to cry.Footsteps. Quiet, but I heard them.Princess Celeste appeared at the end of the corridor in a robe, a small smile on her face.“Well,” she said, walking closer. “That’s quite a look.”I froze.She stopped a few feet awa
Three days.It had been three days since Levi told me we were done. Three days since I’d stood him up to have lunch with Nate instead of reviewing the evidence he’d gathered. Three days since he’d looked at me with those cold eyes and said, “Maybe you should focus on your husband instead of wasting
Ella “That’s not true.” My voice cracked on the words. “I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I wouldn’t just…” “Then pick me.” He turned back to face me, and the raw desperation in his eyes made my chest ache. “Right now. Pick me over him.” The words hung in the air between us, heavy and de
LeviI woke up thinking about the way her hands had trembled in mine when I’d wrapped the gauze around her cuts. Small, delicate hands that shouldn’t have been bleeding at all, but were, because my mother and her bitches had destroyed her room while I’d been downstairs planning how to save her. The







