เข้าสู่ระบบCHAPTER FOURTEEN
CAROLINE
It starts with the conversation I shouldn't have been able to hear.
I am in the kitchen, making tea, when I hear Slade's voice. Clearly. Every word, every pause, the specific texture of his low, unhurried tone. He is telling someone about a perimeter rotation, something about the east corridor, something about timing. I can hear
CHAPTER 46CAROLINEThe hospital is drowning.I know it the second I step through the medical wing doors. There’s too much noise. The scent of antiseptic, blood, sweat, fear, wet fur and infection fills the air.My stomach twists violently. “Jesus,” I whisper, horrified.Bodies move everywhere around me. Wolves are in dark uniforms. Healers are rushing between rooms. Patients are lined up along the walls because there are no available beds left.The tension is suffocating, and I know something is wrong.Nadia spots me immediately from across the room. Her silver hair is tied tightly behind her head, and her eyes are exhausted. “You’re late,” she snaps while signing paperwork.“I got here three minutes early.” I frown. If only she knew that Salvatore didn’t want me to show.“You’re still late.”She shoves a chart into my chest. “Room seven,” and I scan the file while walking.Rapid tissue regeneration failure and Internal bleeding.My brows pull together, and I murmur. “That makes no s
CHAPTER 44SALVATOREThe rogue is still breathing when they drag him downstairs.Blood trails behind him across the concrete floor, thick and dark. The metallic scent fills the underground holding room immediately. My nose flares, and my wolf roams restless in me. I clench my fist tight, digging my nails into my palm. I want to kill him right now, but I hold back.He struggles weakly against the guards gripping his arms, but it is pathetic. One of his legs bends wrong. His shoulder hangs loose from its socket. He is half dead.The underground cells beneath the council building are cold, carved from stone older than the city itself. Wolves heal quickly, but these walls were built to weaken us, well, them, not me. Silver dust lines the concrete, and chains hang from the ceiling. Old blood stains remain no matter how often the cleaners scrub. It passes a message to every prisoner that step in here. They’ll never leave.The rogue lifts his head, and fear flashes across his face instantly
CHAPTER 45SALVATOREThe council chamber falls silent the second I walk in.The heavy wooden doors shut behind me with a low thud. Every eye turns toward me immediately. Tension thickens the air. They’re quiet, watching me, staring at the blood on my hands.The long obsidian table stretches across the centre of the room beneath the dim amber lights overhead. Ancient carvings line the black stone walls, wolves etched beside crescent moons and old war markings from centuries ago. The room smells like cedarwood, smoke, power, and fear.I look at Viktor, and he’s too arrogant. Beside him is Dominic, calmer and far more intelligent than most of the council combined. Belle sits near the eastern end of the table. Unlike Sage, Belle belongs to an established coven. The witches under her command serve the pack through healing, rituals, warding, and diplomacy. She also knows about the baby, but will die before speaking.Her gaze drops briefly to the blood on my hands before lifting back to my f
CHAPTER 43SALVATOREI wake before she does.She lies against my chest, warm and soft beneath the grey morning light pouring through the curtains. Her hair is spread across my arm and pillow, tangled from sleep and my hands. One of her legs is hooked over mine possessively, and my wolf is quieter than usual.I stare at the ceiling for a long moment, listening to her heartbeat beneath the steady sound of rain hitting the windows outside.My hand slides slowly over her back. I touch her like I need proof she’s still here.Last night should not have happened. Everything between us has spiralled completely out of control. The sex was not the problem. It is never just sex with Caroline. It is the aftermath, the intimacy, and the softness.My gaze drifts downward to her face again.She’s asleep deeply for once. She looks younger like this, and peaceful. She’s safe.My chest tightens painfully. I should move, but I don’t. Instead, I continue watching her breathe. It is absolutely fucking pat
CHAPTER 42SALVATOREI have never felt fear like this in a long time, not one intertwined with so much love. I am still on my knees, still listening to my son’s heartbeat. I cannot move. My heart hasn’t stopped pounding. It hits me hard. We’re having a baby. My baby.Slowly, I look at Caroline. She’s staring at me with heart in her eyes.I am drowning in an onslaught of emotions. I want to devour her. I want to hold her. I am done running from her.So, I stand up and carry her in my arms.She gasps, holding on to my arms, “What … Salvatore, what are you doing?”“The walls are thin, so you'd better be quiet,” I warn, pushing her bedroom door open.“What do you mean, you big oaf!” She groans as I drop her gently on the edge of the bed.I run my gaze over her face, making sure she isn’t in pain. She doesn’t seem to be. My heart hasn’t stopped pounding. I have lived through wars, the dawn of civilisation, and the ends of the world. I have seen kingdoms fall and rise. I have seen a lot, y
CHAPTER 41 CAROLINE “Absolutely not.” I stare at Salvatore across the apartment kitchen and tighten my grip around my coffee mug. “You cannot be serious.” “I am very serious. It’s Saturday. nd you are staying home.” He decides, shoulders squared. I blink slowly at him. “You dragged me into your supernatural cult city against my will, erased my medical career, stationed guards outside my apartment, and now you’re banning me from work?” His jaw tightens slightly. “You’ve worked thirteen days straight.” “I’m a doctor.” I roll my eyes. “You are pregnant.” He snaps. “I’m not fragile.” I bite back. “You collapsed three days ago.” He glares at me. “Because your people apparently feel emotions like biological warfare!” I scream, my chest hurting. He makes me so an
CHAPTER THIRTEENSALVATOREThe rogues are kept on a lower level.Most people don't know the lower level exists. That is by design. The compound
CHAPTER ELEVENSALVATORE – POINT OF VIEW“I know this is a shock to you, but you need to try to be more accommodating, or you are going to scare her off.” Slade chastises sharply as we
CHAPTER NINECAROLINE – POINT OF VIEWI look at him, and feel my heart in my throat.“Can you get off me first?” I whisper, trying to brace myself for whatever he is about to reveal.He blinks as if he has forgotten he’s covering my body with his large one. The light catches his eyes, and it glows,
CHAPTER SEVENCAROLINE I blink, realising what he said.“What do you mean by a group of healers? Do you mean Doctors? A medical team?” I ask, following him closely behind.“You are speaking to me. Do not speak to me.” He turns around sharply, and I collide with his solid chest.He knocks me off my







