FAZER LOGINWren’s POV“You promised me an explanation, Adrian. I’m listening.” I pushed the proposal aside and fixed my eyes on him. Last night at my house, he had refused to explain the fiancé remark because I was exhausted. This morning, he had nowhere to escape.Adrian leaned back in his chair. “I came to see you, and I told you we would talk properly today.” I frowned. “That still does not explain why you called yourself my fiancé without asking me.”He knew exactly how I became Ivy Sinclair. Adrian had been there when I took the name and helped me through the life that came with it. That made him useful, but it did not give him permission to decide how far an old arrangement could reach.“Keeping up appearances does not give you authority over me,” I told him. “And it definitely does not give you authority over Nora. Do not cross that line.”Adrian’s expression turned serious. “I’m not trying to control you or Nora. But that old arrangement still exists in the minds of people who knew Ivy a
Dante’s POVBy nine the next morning, I had already signed two contracts and rejected a third. I reached for another document, but my hand caught the investigation file Marcus had delivered before the gala. Several pages slipped out, and one landed face up beside my chair.Nora Sinclair’s name caught my eye. I picked up the page, ready to put it back, until I saw her date of birth. I had seen that date before on the drawing she left on Ivy’s desk. I sat down and checked it again.I opened the calendar on my phone and counted backward. Halfway through, I stopped and started again. The answer did not change. Nora could have been conceived around the same time Wren and I spent that night together.“No,” I muttered, checking the year again. My chest tightened, but I forced myself to slow down. A date was not proof of anything. Still, this was the first real fact that connected Nora to that time instead of another resemblance or feeling I could not explain.I checked the source at the bott
Dante’s POVI stayed where I was after Ivy walked away with Cole, staring at the empty hallway as her last words played in my head. Five minutes ago, I had been sure I caught her. One wrong sentence had been enough to make everything inside me click into place, but now I wasn't sure what I had heard anymore.She had not looked scared when I questioned her. She had pushed me away and told me she didn't know what I was talking about, so coldly that even I had doubted myself for a second. The Wren I knew five years ago would have reacted differently, but five years was a long time. I wasn't going to get my answer by standing there thinking about it.I took out my phone and called Marcus as I headed toward the elevator. He answered after two rings, sounding surprised to hear from me this late. “Alpha? What's wrong?” he asked, and I pressed the elevator button harder than I needed to.“I want you to investigate Ivy Sinclair again,” I told him. The elevator opened, and I stepped inside wh
Wren’s POV“I told that to only one person, Ivy.” Dante’s hands held my arms against the wall. “How do you know?” His face was inches from mine, his eyes searching for an answer I could never give. I had made one mistake. Explaining myself would give him a second.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I planted my palms against his chest and shoved. “Get off me.” His grip loosened, and I stepped out of his reach. Five years ago, his anger would have silenced me. I refused to become that woman again.I took my phone from my bag and called Cole. “I’m upstairs. The door’s stuck.” I gave him the room number and asked him to bring someone from the hotel. “Stay where you are,” he said. “I’m coming.”I ended the call and slipped the phone into my bag. Dante watched every movement without speaking. The real Ivy Sinclair had given me more than a name. I had met her while pregnant and desperate for work, our resemblance startling us both.She was human, dying from an illness neither her mon
Wren's POV"What do you want from me, Dante?""I want to know why you walked into that gala with a man I've never seen before." He didn't move an inch, didn't blink, standing there like he had all night to wait me out. "Who is Cole to you?""He's none of your concern. Leave." I turned away from him, hoping that would be the end of it."No." He refused immediately, making me scoff. "I said leave.""And I said no."I could have screamed. He stood there with his arms crossed, utterly immovable, repeating the same question in a dozen different ways like patience alone would eventually wear me down into answering it.Every time I opened my mouth to order him out again, he simply waited me out, unmoved, like he had all the time in the world and nowhere else he'd rather be."You don't get to walk in here and demand explanations about my personal life.""I'm not asking for a full account of your personal life. I'm asking about one man.""One man who has nothing to do with you.""Why do you e
Wren's POVI felt him before I saw him.The second I stepped into the ballroom with my hand in Cole's, some instinct older than five years of hiding prickled up the back of my neck, some old reflex that had kept me alive and unnoticed for so long, and I turned straight into Dante's stare from clear across the room.He wasn't even pretending to look away. His jaw was tight, his hand curled at his side like he was fighting the urge to close the distance between us, and his eyes had locked onto our joined hands with an intensity that made my skin go hot and cold at once.Seraphina stood beside him in a gown the color of champagne, saying something I couldn't hear, one hand resting possessively on his arm, and he didn't seem to register a word of it, or her hand, or anything except the space between us.I looked away first."Can we sit?" I asked Cole, my voice steadier than I felt, my fingers tightening slightly around his without meaning to."Give me a second." He was already being pulle







