LOGINRyan's POVWe used to run from training sessions, neither of us wanting to finish, and I climbed out a second-floor window with Lucien, the two of us laughing too loud to be quiet, fifteen years ago. He landed first. Some instinct in him, even then, made the ground meet him gentler than the rest of us; he always landed first. I told myself that day it didn't matter who hit the ground first, and I've told myself that for fifteen years since, one step behind him, close enough to matter, but never close enough to be him.I wanted one thing today that was Lucien's, and it wasn't Sloane, whatever anyone thought, whatever they would think if they ever caught me looking at her a beat too long. I wanted to be the man who did what he couldn't do quick enough. I wanted to walk into Moonlight's elder court and hand a broken family something Lucien's careful, calculated patience would never have delivered in time.The petition was clean. I had built it well: guardianship transfer, medical authori
Sloane's POVI couldn't bring this to Lucien. Not because he wouldn't help, but because if he helped, I knew I would have to go to Oscar's house after he told me not to, and I didn't have the strength tonight to fight that battle on top of the battle I already fought and lost. So I went to the archives and found the one man in Blackstone who had never once sent me anywhere, at the same wooden table where we used to sit side by side writing out patrol reports, back when I knew the least about my father—that he was cold.When I walked in, Ryan looked up, and his expression changed, like he was waiting for someone, and he was listening."You seem like you've had a night," he said.I told him all of it. The custody document, Oscar's refusal, the alliance clause, and Bella sitting in that chair as if she'd never left, as if five years hadn't happened to any of us but me. Unlike Lucien, Ryan listened without deciding halfway through what he wanted to hear next or whether I needed to hear it
Sloane's POVBella had practiced this. I could see it in her eyes, in her body, in the way she crossed her legs when I walked in, in the way she paused before she spoke, in the way she went soft and wounded on cue like she'd practiced it in a mirror.I didn't prepare anything. I had only rehearsed my anger at Oscar, but now the wrong sister was in the wrong chair and all the words I'd loaded on the drive over were washed away."How do you know?" Bella asked. "Were you going to think I wouldn't come back for what's mine?""What's yours?" My voice sounded flat. I felt a lot more than flat."My husband, my house, my title." She tilted her head, blonde hair falling over her shoulder, which used to make men forget their names. "You took everything, Sloane. You wore my ring, you slept in my bed, and you stood at that altar in my place. And the whole town calls you the sister who cried at Mom's funeral. Do you know what they'd call you if they knew the truth?""That you ran," I said. "That y
Sloane's POVI had built five years of my life around one sentence. He is too young to have the surgery. I heard it from Oscar's lips in a hospital corridor when Carl was little enough to ask me why his lips turned blue sometimes, and I carried that sentence like scripture ever since, using it to excuse every year that passed without a fix, every year Carl got sicker instead of better. I'd repeated it to doctors who raised their eyebrows. I had said it to myself on many nights when I was lying awake wondering what else I could be doing.The sentence was always untrue.I was in the laundry room at Oscar's house, the only room in that house no one ever went to, and Celia was pulling a folded page out of her cardigan pocket, her hands shaking."He was cleared," she whispered. "Carl was cleared for surgery at the age of seven. Your father refused twice, in writing."I took the page. I couldn't hold it level with my hands."How do you know this?""For six years, I have been his nurse." Her
Sloane's POVFive years of hatred for Oscar had built up inside me quietly, like the kind you have for weather patterns—large and constant and impossible to change, only to live. But hearing a different man call my father's name with the added insult of being bought into silence caused a chilling sensation in my chest that five years of hating him at a distance had never done."Say it again," I demanded. "All of it, not just the parts you think I want."Lucien stood with his back to me at the window of his study, jacket gone, sleeves rolled. His shoulders still bore the weight of the chamber. "Oscar paid Theodore. That's the fact.""That's half of it.""It's the half you get tonight.""Why?" I moved closer, close enough that he had to look at me rather than ignore me. "You said his name as if it wasn't anything, like it wasn't my father you were talking about. If Carl is in that house, if he has been living under a roof provided by this mystery, I deserve to know what this mystery is.
Sloane's POVThe library was too still. I had read the same page four times and still couldn't tell you what it said, my eyes reading the words but my mind two floors down and half a mile away in a chamber where every fighting wolf Lucien trusted was locked up, making a man like Theodore disappear.Emma was seated across from me, pretending to organize threads by color. Nora stood by the door as she always did, straight as a ruler, eyes on the hall, the kind of stillness that meant she was never really resting. Two floors below us, a room full of men were deciding a traitor's fate, and up here the house had gone quiet in the way houses do when they're listening.Emma said, "You've been on that page for a while.""It's a good page."She smiled, but it was not a smile in her eyes. She was as nervous as I was. Everyone in this house was holding their breath today, waiting to see if the man who walked in walked out again.A knock. A young beta I half recognized leaned in. "Message for you
Sloane's pov.The world tilted around me and every sound disappeared like it had totally been ripped away by someone.My lips parted but nothing came out. My fingers tightened around the phone until they began to shake.No.That couldn't be right.Carl can't be dying…..The moment I dropped the cal
Sloane's pov.“Bella is gone!”My heart stuttered before my head snapped to the door. Dad was standing beside the opened door, his face laced with a frown, a glint of anger beaming in his eyes.I stood up from the chair and turned to face him completely, my face twisted in confusion. “What do you m
Sloane's pov.They say Omegas’ don't matter. They reminded us that we are nothing. Thus, someone like me can't dream to be with someone like Lucien. What he did to me back in college also confirmed it.Omegas' like me are treated like we don't belong and I've been made to live with that truth every
Sloane's pov.A knock on Dad's study was all it took. I didn't wait for permission before I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.Dad was seated on the swivel chair, his hand tapping slowly on the desk. “You really want to do this?” I stopped in front of him and asked.Our eyes locked an







