LOGINMy life had escalated to an unimaginable point. I was pregnant with a child who possessed powers beyond my understanding, a child of a man who was supposed to be my mate's enemy. And now, I was on the run dependent on a stranger. I knew I wouldn't survive out there alone, especially with a child on the way. And going back to Claus, to his lies and his betrayals was no longer an option. The thought made me sick. "So," he asked, his voice breaking the silence, "will you come with me? Or will you go back to Claus? If you decide to go back to him, I wouldn't blame you." His eyes held a gentle understanding, an absence of judgment that was both surprising and comforting. "But for now, I need to know. Do you trust me?" I looked at him, truly looked at him. The man who had unknowingly marked me, the man who had brought me solace in my darkest hour and the man who was now offering me a future, however uncertain. He was a stranger yet he felt more like a sanctuary than Claus ever had. "I'll come with you," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but firm with a newfound resolve.
View MoreZelda's POV I whipped around to face him, my eyes scanning his features desperately to see if this was some twisted, dark joke. But Bane’s face was a wall of unyielding stone. There wasn't a single trace of amusement in the sharp, dangerous angles of his jaw."You..." I stuttered, my voice cracking under the weight of my disbelief. "Do you... do you actually mean that?"He didn't bother to answer. He simply gestured toward the massive, dark-timbered mattress. "Get on the bed."Something inside me snapped. The sheer, exhausting accumulation of the night's terror, Claus’s chilling phone call, the sound of bone-crushing violence over the receiver, the blood downstairs, and the brutal way Bane had just interrogated me, ignited into a flash of hot, defensive anger. He thought he could dominate me, terrify me until I was trembling, and then just command me into his bed for his own satisfaction?"Are you completely insane?" I demanded, my voice rising as I took a step back from him. "Why d
Zelda's POV "Zelda! Wait!" Mr. Thomas’s voice echoed through the cavernous barn, heavy with sudden, profound concern. I didn't listen. The world had shrunken down to the frantic, erratic beat of my own heartbeat and the echo of Claus’s voice whispering in my ear. I broke into a dead sprint, my boots churning up the wet mud of the lane as the downpour tore into me. The freezing rain blinded me, plastering my hair to my face, but the absolute terror consuming my mind acted as a compass, driving me back toward the house. I burst through the front door, gasping for air, the silence of the foyer a jarring contrast to the violence I had just heard over the receiver. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely function. I flew into the kitchen, my eyes locking onto the chef's knife I had abandoned earlier. I grabbed the handle, the cold steel providing a pathetic illusion of safety, and rushed back toward the front door. With my left hand, I unlocked my phone again, fran
Zelda's POV The echo of Claus’s voice was still vibrating like a parasite in my inner ear when a sharp, heavy knock rattled the front door.I jumped, a small, strangled gasp escaping my throat. My phone nearly slipped from my sweat-slicked fingers. For a fleeting, desperate second, I thought it might be Bane, that he had turned the car around, that he had realized leaving me alone was a mistake.But the hope died instantly. This was Bane’s house. He possessed the security codes, the keys, and the absolute alpha authority to walk through any threshold he owned. He had no reason to knock.The weight of Claus's threat, ‘I know exactly where you are,’ pressed down on my chest, turning my breathing into shallow, panicked hitches. I forced my trembling legs to move, slipping quietly into the kitchen. My eyes locked onto the wooden block on the counter. I gripped the handle of a heavy, forged steel chef’s knife, sliding it behind my back, hiding the blade against the fabric of my oversized
Bane's POVI sprinted to the car, but as I threw open the door, the car’s central console screen flickered to life, overriding my security. Claus’s face appeared on the digital display, a smug, manic grin pulling at his lips. "Looking for your vessel, Uncle? You're too late. She's currently having a drink with some of my father’s old 'creditors' down at the local watering hole. Let’s see how fast that Brine wolf can run when the floor is made of gasoline.”The dashboard console had gone black the moment Claus’s face vanished, leaving me in a suffocating silence broken only by the frantic beat of my own heart.‘The watering hole.’There was only one place in this backward village that fit the description, a dilapidated tavern on the western ridge called The Rusty Spur. It was a known gathering spot for the local laborers, a place where law was fluid and outsiders were viewed as meat. If Claus’s rogue creditors were there, if Zelda had been lured into their hands, I would turn that tav
Claus's POV The boardroom of Brooks Enterprises didn’t smell like the future; it smelled like dust, old parchment, and the stagnant breath of dying men.I sat at the head of the mahogany table, watching the Pack Elders bicker. They were relics, their graying furs and trembling hands a testament to
Zelda's POV The air in the Blackwood estate didn’t smell like the heavy, suffocating cologne and expensive cigars of Claus’s penthouse. Here, it smelled of cedar, old books, and the sharp, ozone crispness of a coming storm.I stood in the center of the foyer, my fingers white-knuckled around the s
Zelda's POV I gasped, ending the call abruptly. My heart hammered against my ribs like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Start a war? That was exactly what I would be doing if I confessed my secret to Bane. The truth, raw and terrifying, threatened to overwhelm me. I was pregnant with his child,
Zelda's POV “Zelda, for the last time, you and Claus are healthy,” Doctor Ray stated, his voice a calm tide against the storm brewing inside me. “But if you continue taking unprescribed drugs and engaging in… intimate relations, it will affect you.” His words, usually a dull thrum in the backgro






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