LOGINZane’s POV
I dragged my eyes away from the bathroom door and dialed room service.
I didn’t even know what Mabel liked to eat, so I ordered everything on the menu. The hotel didn’t offer enough variety anyway. I’d just get it all and see what she’d pick.
After placing the massive food order, I had one more call to make. This was important.
“Hey, Steph…” I greeted when she picked up.
“So, you do remember me.” Tina’s voice was laced with irritation.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, sensing the edge in her tone.
“Isabel’s coming,” she said. “Where are you?”
I sighed. Isabel. “We’re on our way back. Should be home soon.”
“When will you get here?”
“No idea. Something came up, that’s why I’m calling.”
I could hear the concern in her voice as she responded,
Nelle’s POV“MOM! Will you get that!?” I shouted, dragging the last word out into a groan as the doorbell kept hammering away.The sound finally jolted my brain awake. Tina wasn’t home. She was probably already at the packhouse, cooking breakfast for the VIPs, the high-ranking guests where I used to think I belonged.Ding-dong! Ding-dong! The relentless noise didn't stop.I finally peeled myself off the couch and shuffled to the door.“WHAT!?” I flung the door open. My breath caught in my throat. Two muscular warriors stood on my landing, looking down at me with hard eyes. I was still wearing my ratty nightgown.I cleared my throat, forcing a small voice out. “Did you… get the wrong place?”The warrior on the left didn’t move. “We are at the right place, Nelle.” He gave my cotton nightdress a once-over. “Change into something appro
Mabel's POV“Where have you been?” I asked.Zane froze. He had just slid into the bed. The mattress shifted slightly under his weight, and I heard the quiet snick of the sheets settling. He was trying to be sneaky. I’d watched him through my lashes as he tiptoed across the room. I almost smiled when he let out a tiny, relieved breath, thinking he was safe.His head turned toward me. It was slow, like a robot. “I just checked on something,” he said.“Is something wrong?” I sat up, pulling the thick duvet to my chest.He didn't answer the question directly. “What makes you think that?”I gave him a look. It was the only answer he needed. “I feel your emotions, Alpha. You’re worried.”He moved before I could ask again. Zane pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his solid chest, and kissed the top of my head. The movement was a perfect block. I knew he
Zane’s POV“We wanted to talk to Mabel.”Dawn’s voice was tiny. It barely carried past the doorframe.I stared at the three Omegas in the hallway. My brain was still trying to catch up. I had woken up to a text message, sent to my number instead of Mabel’s, from Clara. It had been something about needing a check on the Silverwood guest rooms. I rolled out of bed, threw on the first wrinkled clothes I found, and came straight down. Mabel was finally resting, and I didn’t want to wake her for some small-pack logistics.Now I was here, in front of three women who looked like I’d just caught them planning a heist.Clara looked ready to cry. She pointed a shaking finger at Dawn and Zina. The other two women’s eyes were wide circles. Clara was usually competent. I wondered what nonsense Dawn and Zina had pulled.I rubbed my forehead. “Wil
Dawn’s POV“Do you mind moving your car, Ester? We’re in a hurry.”I called out, my voice crisp in the cool morning air. Ester was leaning against the hood of my sedan, blocking our exit. Zina stood beside me, our two Lightclaw guests, Lily and Ivy, trailing a step behind us. Our destination was the packhouse, and we were already running late to help with the breakfast setup.Ester didn't move. She pushed off the car just enough to look at us. “I was waiting for you.”Zina gave a low, drawn-out sound of disbelief. “Reeeally?”We’d been fielding questions all night. Everyone wanted to know which Omegas were spotted in the VIP section at the beach and who we were hosting. Gossip was already spreading like a grease fire, and Ester was its newest customer. I could tell what she wanted.“Oh, com
Lydia’s POV“You’re really going to make me stay quiet, aren’t you?”I woke up to the smell of sweet clover, the scent that always came with Victor. It was the smell of my own longing, and it twisted a knot in my stomach.Was I dreaming of him again?The dream had been so clear. I was holding him, and the familiar, electric zaps of our mate bond were dancing all over my skin. But dreams don't snore.I blinked my eyes open.I was in the hotel room. This was the room I was supposed to share with Wendy, but Victor was the one in the bed with me.He was lying on his back. My head was resting on his shoulder. His arm was draped across me. We were fully dressed, but the position felt completely intimate. What the heck happened?I lifted my head an inch to make sure he was still asleep. His breathing was slow and even against my cheek.I looked at the other bed. I
Victor’s POV“She has to wake up. I don't care how you do it, just make it happen.”I was staring at the small, flashing screen of my tablet. It was counting her heartbeats. Too slow. Much too slow.A decade of work. Ten years of grinding, of pretending to be a loyal dog for the very man I swore to kill. All of it hinged on a clean exit. If Alpha Gregory found out I let his daughter get drugged on my watch, I would be finished. He didn't care about effort or results. Only success. I’d seen him drop men for smaller mistakes. I’d lose my rank, and my position as commander. The mission would be over.Lydia had to wake up.I knew Wendy was vile, but I thought she was at least smart enough to avoid an obvious setup. I was wrong. Now her stupidity had become my problem.My mind raced. Werewolves heal faster near their fated mate. It was a common saying, a fact buried in the legends I







