LOGINI couldn’t sleep.
Whenever I managed to close my eyes, I saw the clear disappointment on my father’s face, in his eyes. Heard Kieran’s threats echoing in my head. Felt the excruciating pain of his boot connecting with my stomach, with my babies.
At two in the morning, I gave up trying to sleep.
I pulled on a robe over my nightgown and padded barefoot down the hallway. The house was silent, moonlight streaming through the tall windows and casting long shadows across the marble floors. I’d walked these halls a thousand times as a child, knew every creak and corner by heart.
My feet carried me to the library without conscious thought. It had always been my refuge, the place I’d escaped to when the weight of being an heir became too much.
I pushed open the heavy oak door and froze.
Emrys sat in one of the leather armchairs near the fireplace, a book forgotten in his lap. He looked up when I entered, no surprise in those amber eyes.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.
“How did you know I’d come here?”
“Because I know you.” He set the book aside. “When you’re stressed, you either read or you run. Since you’re supposed to be resting those ribs, I figured reading was the safer bet.”
I should have left. Should have turned around and gone back to my room. But instead, I moved deeper into the library, drawn to him in a way that had nothing to do with conscious choice.
It was the mate bond. I recognized it… recognized that invisible thread that somehow made me yearn for his presence.
“Why can I still feel the mate bond?” The question burst out before I could stop it. “You rejected me years ago when I asked you to. The bond should be severed, gone. So why the fuck can I still feel it?”
Emrys went very still. “Khione—”
“I need you to tell me the truth, Emrys.” I moved closer, anger suddenly flaring through me. “I am tired of being lied to and manipulated so… I need you to tell me… why can I still feel our mate bond?”
He stood slowly, setting the book on the side table. When he looked at me, his expression was carefully neutral, but I saw something flicker in his eyes. Guilt, maybe. Or fear.
“Because I never severed it.”
I gasped. “What?”
“I never severed the bond, Khione. I kept it dormant, suppressed, but I never cut it completely.”
“Why?” My voice came out barely above a whisper. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I couldn’t.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his body. “Because the thought of completely severing our connection, of never having even the possibility of—” He stopped, jaw clenching. “I kept hoping you’d come back. That you’d realize he wasn’t right for you, that you’d come home, and maybe… maybe we’d have a chance.”
“You had no right.” The anger was building now, hot and fierce. “You had no right to make that decision for both of us. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“I know—”
“You promised me that you would do it! How could you decide otherwise and make me believe a lie for seven years?”
“I’m sorry.” His voice was rough. “God, Khione, I’m so sorry. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t sever it completely. Don’t you get it? It was torture… watching you moon over him when we were younger, listening to you talk about how perfect he was, how much you loved him. It was torture, Khione. The mate bond was the only thing I had—the only thing that belonged to both of us. It was my only hope that maybe, one day, when you finally realize how wrong that guy is for you, you’d come back and we’d still have this connection.”
“Still have this connection? Do I fucking look like I am looking for another connection?”
“Khione…”
“You are trying to put this on me when you were the one who lied!”
“I’m not.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking more vulnerable than I’d ever seen him. “I’m not blaming you for anything. You made your choice, and you had every right to make it. But I couldn’t let you go. Not completely. The bond was all I had left of you.”
“So instead you just kept it? Just held onto it without my knowledge or consent?”
“Yes.” He didn’t flinch from the accusation. “I kept it. I suppressed it so deeply you couldn’t feel it, but I couldn’t bring myself to destroy it. Not when it was the only connection I had to you.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, an attempt to protect myself from the warm pulse I could feel between us.
“You should have told me. You should have been honest instead of lying to my face.”
“You’re right.” He moved closer, his eyes searching mine. “I should have. But you were so in love with him, so determined to choose your own path. If I’d told you the bond was still there, what would you have done? Would you have stayed? Or would you have hated me for not respecting your wishes?”
I wanted to say I would have stayed. I wanted to believe I would have made a different choice. But the truth was, I’d been obsessed with Kieran back then. Blinded by what I thought was love.
“That doesn’t make what you did right,” I said quietly.
“I know. And I’m sorry. Sorrier than I can ever express.” He took a breath. “But I need you to understand something. I loved you then, Khione. I love you now. I’ve loved you since we were children, and I never stopped. Not for a single day in those seven years. The bond was all I had left, and I was selfish enough to hold onto it.”
I froze at his words, refusing to believe my ears.
“Were you really that blind, Khione?” Emrys asked, peering into my eyes. “So blind that you could not see how I worshipped the ground you walked on. How totally in love I was with you?”
My wolf stirred, responding to his words, to the bond, to him. But I pushed her down ruthlessly.
“I can’t do this.” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “I can’t tie myself to another man, Emrys. I just escaped one relationship that nearly destroyed me. I’m not jumping into another one, mate bond or not.”
“I’m not asking you to—”
“Reject it.” The words came out firm, final. “Sever the bond completely this time. For real. I do not want this so please… reject the mate bond.”
He went very still. “No.”
I blinked. “What?”
“No.” He moved closer, his amber eyes blazing with an intensity that made my breath catch. “I let you go once, Khione. I stood back and watched you run away with a man who never deserved you. I lied and told you the bond was gone when I should have fought for you. I suppressed it and told myself I was being noble, giving you space, respecting your choices.” His voice dropped, became rougher. “And look where that got us. Look where that got you.”
“That’s not fair—”
“Well, life isn’t fair, princess.” He closed the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “And I’m done pretending I can just stand back and watch you throw away what we have. I’m done being patient and understanding and waiting for you to be ready.”
“You don’t get to decide that.” But even I could hear how weak my protest sounded.
“You’re my mate.” The words came out fierce, possessive. “Which makes you mine, Khione. I let you go once and I will never be that stupid again. Never.”
“I’m not yours. I don’t belong to anyone—”
“Then let me be yours.” His hands came up to cup my face, gentle despite the intensity in his voice. “Let me be whatever you need. Your bodyguard, your friend, your pillar when everything feels like it’s crumbling. Let me stand beside you while you prove yourself to your father, while you fight Kieran, while you figure out who you are. I won’t push the bond, I won’t demand anything you’re not ready to give, but I won’t reject it either. Not this time. Not ever again.”
“Emrys—”
“I love you. I’ve loved you since we were children, and I’ll love you until the day I die. That’s not going to change whether the bond exists or not. So stop asking me to cut the one thing that connects us, because I won’t do it. Not again.”
My breath caught in my throat. “I can’t give you what you want. I’m broken, Emrys. I’m carrying another man’s children. I’m a mess and I don’t know how to fix myself and—”
“I don’t need you to be fixed.” His thumbs brushed across my cheekbones, wiping away tears I hadn’t realized were falling. “I do not need anything from you. I just need you to let me be here. To let me be your rock while you figure everything else out. I need you to let me love you like I always wanted to.”
“Emrys…”
“I am not breaking the mate bond. You can ignore or fight it, you can pretend it doesn’t exist. But I won’t reject it. I won’t cut the connection between us. Not when I just got you back.“
Chapter FifteenThe photos on Morgana's phone blurred as tears I refused to let fall burned behind my eyes. My sister. Lyra. The golden girl who'd been everything I'd tried and failed to be—confident, powerful, beloved by everyone who met her. She'd died in a car accident when I was sixteen, and the grief had nearly destroyed our entire family.And Kieran had loved her first."I don't believe you," I said, but my voice shook."Of course you don't. You never believed anything that didn't fit your fairy tale." Morgana swiped to another photo. "This is his private office. The one in the downtown building, not the home office you were allowed to see. He kept it locked, told you it was for classified business meetings. Remember?"I did remember. Seven years of marriage and I'd never been inside that office. He'd said it was company policy, that sensitive documents required restricted access. I'd believed him because I'd believed everything.The photo showed a room that looked like a memori
# Chapter FourteenMorgana's second call came at dawn, just as weak sunlight was beginning to filter through my bedroom curtains. I'd spent the night in the safe room at my father's insistence, but now that police had finished processing the scene and the estate was on full lockdown, I'd been allowed to return to my own bed.Not that I'd slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that brown wolf crashing through the safe room door, saw Emrys covered in blood, felt the twins moving restlessly inside me like they could sense the danger.When my phone rang, I almost didn't answer. But something made me reach for it, some instinct that said this call mattered."What do you want, Morgana?""To meet." Her voice was different from last night—softer, almost uncertain. "Face to face. Just you and me.""So you can finish what your hired wolves couldn't?""I told you, that wasn't me. And I can prove it." She paused. "I have information you need, Khione. About Kieran. About what he's planning next
Chapter ThirteenThe safe room door sealed behind us with a hydraulic hiss that made my wolf want to claw its way back out. Every instinct screamed at me to be on the other side of that reinforced steel, standing between Khione and whatever was coming for her.But the Primal Alpha had given me an order, and my job was to protect his daughter, not indulge my mate bond's possessive fury.The safe room was twelve by twelve feet of concrete and steel, designed to withstand siege conditions. Monitors lined one wall, showing security feeds from across the estate. I watched three wolves—huge, easily two hundred pounds each in animal form—split up as they approached the main house.One headed for the front entrance. One circled toward the kitchens. And one went straight for the window I knew led to Khione's bedroom."They know the layout," Marcus said quietly, watching the same feeds. "This isn't random. Someone told them exactly where to go."Khione stood pressed against the far wall, one ha
Chapter TwelveMy mother returned within the hour, her face pale and her hands trembling in a way I'd never seen before. She'd been making calls from my father's office, doors closed, voices too low to hear. Now she stood in the doorway of the war room looking like she'd aged ten years in sixty minutes."Tell Marcus and Miranda to stay," she said. "And get your father. He needs to hear this."Something in her tone made my stomach drop. Emrys moved toward the door immediately, returning minutes later with my father. The Primal Alpha entered the room like a storm front, all coiled power and barely restrained violence. He'd heard about Kieran's performance at the gates. I could see it in the rigid set of his shoulders, the way his hands kept clenching and unclenching like he was imagining them around someone's throat."Isadora," he said to my mother. "What did you find?"She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she moved to the table and spread out a series of photographs she'd printed fr
Chapter ElevenI watched from the second-floor window as Kieran's car disappeared down the tree-lined drive, my forehead pressed against the cold glass. The mate bond hummed beneath my ribs, carrying Emrys's fury and my father's restraint and my own devastation in waves that made it hard to breathe.Four months pregnant. Morgana was four months pregnant.My hands moved to my stomach automatically, doing math I didn't want to do. Four months back was June. Our seventh wedding anniversary. I'd made reservations at the restaurant where he'd proposed, bought him cufflinks he'd claimed to love, worn the dress he'd once said made me look beautiful.He'd canceled the dinner last minute. Business emergency, he'd said. Important client meeting that couldn't be rescheduled. I'd eaten takeout alone in our kitchen, telling myself it was fine, we'd celebrate another night.He'd been with Morgana instead. Getting her pregnant while his wife waited at home with cooling pasta and wilting hope."Khion
Chapter NineThe Luna Council arrived at exactly three o'clock, and they brought winter with them.I watched from the drawing room window as five black SUVs rolled up the circular drive, each one disgorging women who moved with the kind of confidence that came from commanding packs and territories. They were all different—varying heights, builds, ages—but they shared the same predatory grace that marked apex wolves.My mother stood beside me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder. "Remember who you are, Khione. Not who you pretended to be for him.""I'm not sure I remember anymore," I admitted."Then let them remind you."The women entered our home like they owned it, which in a way, they did. The Luna Council held power that rivaled the Alphas themselves—sometimes exceeded it. They were the wives, sisters, and daughters of the most powerful packs on the continent, and they answered to no one.The first through the door was a tall woman with silver-streaked black hair pulled into a
Chapter EightI woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my childhood bedroom, the kind of bright morning that felt almost offensive given the weight sitting on my chest.The mate bond hummed beneath my skin, a constant low vibration I couldn't ignore. It felt stronger tha
I couldn’t sleep.Whenever I managed to close my eyes, I saw the clear disappointment on my father’s face, in his eyes. Heard Kieran’s threats echoing in my head. Felt the excruciating pain of his boot connecting with my stomach, with my babies.At two in the morning, I gave up trying to sleep.I p
I couldn’t sleep.Whenever I managed to close my eyes, I saw the clear disappointment on my father’s face, in his eyes. Heard Kieran’s threats echoing in my head. Felt the excruciating pain of his boot connecting with my stomach, with my babies.At two in the morning, I gave up trying to sleep.I p







