LOGINZane’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
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
Victor’s POV“She needs a doctor, Victor. Now.”I stood two steps from Lydia’s bed. Her pulse was too slow, a drag against the rhythm I knew. Wendy had drugged her. From the doorway, I’d thought she was just deeply asleep. Up close, my worry tightened into a cold knot.Should I risk a human hospital?No. They’d be shocked by her quick healing. Most human drugs wouldn’t even work on a she-wolf. Besides, what would they do? Pump her stomach? The poisoned food Wendy served was over an hour ago. The drug was already racing through her system.If something happens to Lydia…I ran a hand through my hair, gripping tight enough to feel the scrape of my nails. This wasn't just the mate bond tearing at me. It was my duty. I spent years clawing my way up, trading blood and sweat for rank. Now I was one step from my goal, and my life flipped the second I met Lydia. She was my mate.
Wendy’s POV“Commander Victor, can you come to our room for a moment?”I put the empty food containers into the hall trash and slipped back inside. Lydia’s breathing was slow and deep. I clapped my hands softly, right above her head, just to be sure. Nothing. The crushed pills were working perfectly. She wouldn’t stir for hours.My eyes went right to the suitcase tucked under her bed. Lydia had been guarding that thing like it held gold, so how could I not look?I pulled it out and flipped the latches open. Designer clothing, high-end European toiletries. Everything smelled expensive. I mentally noted all the brands. But it was the jewelry that made my stomach clench. Several small, plain boxes were stuffed between sweaters. Inside were necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. I was sure I could take three or four pieces, and Lydia wouldn’t even notice they were gone.Not yet. I forced myself







