LOGINNathanI never pictured my wedding like this. When I was a kid, I’d think about it sometimes—finding a partner who’d stand by me while I ran the Havenfall streets, someone to build a legacy with. I wanted what my parents had. But in every version of that dream, I wasn’t standing at an altar feeling like a man walking toward a firing squad. Even after I’d forced myself to accept Madeline, I didn’t expect this hollow, bleak weight in my gut. This isn't a union; it’s a hostage exchange.Every second I spend looking at her, Caleb screams in my blood. My jaw creaks as I grind my teeth, my knuckles turning a bloodless white against the pews. I want to snap her neck for what she’s done, but I can’t touch her. Not if I want Zack back in one piece. The more the minutes tick by, the more the memories punch through the chemical fog. I remember her schemes. I remember realizing Lila is my own flesh and blood. I remember the secret vows I exchanged with Zack in the dark. I remember the heat of him
ElizaThe world tilts before the colors bleed back into focus. I’m facedown on the hotel carpet, a dull throb pulsing behind my eyes like a rhythmic hammer. I don't waste breath calling out for Zack or Madeline. They’re gone. The air in the room is stale, the scent of that synthetic sedative lingering like a bad memory. Madeline will be back to finish the job once she’s tucked Zack away in whatever hole she’s dug for him.I know this the same way I know the vibration of the city’s underground. It’s a pull in my gut, an unearned certainty that my pupil isn't in immediate danger. Not yet. I stopped questioning the "how" of these instincts decades ago. Wasting a second wondering why I know Zack is alive but caged is a second I’m not spending hunting him down.Madeline has plans for him, and they won't end in a handshake. I grab my coat, the fabric heavy and comforting, and ditch the hotel. I drive straight to the Havenfall apartment where Zack and I tracked his mate.I’m not a soldier wi
MadelineThat was way too close.I exhale, the tension bleeding out of my shoulders as I stare at the unconscious man on the bed. Pure luck. If my chemist hadn't been scheduled for a drop-off right at that second, I’d be the one in a body bag. I’d kept the syringe tucked in my clutch for a rainy day, praying I’d never have to pull the trigger on it.The chemist helped me drag Nathan’s heavy frame onto the mattress. He didn’t do it for free—the bastard charged me double for the "heavy lifting" fee before vanishing back into the Havenfall shadows. Now, it’s just me and the quiet. And a very big problem named Zack.I depress the plunger on a fresh vial of the memory-wipe solution, watching the liquid disappear into Nathan's vein. I might have overshot the dose. If I’ve fried his brain, I’m back to square one, but it’s better than him remembering the truth. I pace the length of the bedroom, my heels clicking like a countdown on the hardwood. Somehow, Zack got into his head. In thirty minu
I stuffed my research notes into my pack, slung it over my shoulder, and practically sprinted out of the frozen stone halls of the university.My comms device flared to life before I even hit the sidewalk. I swiped the screen without a second thought."Collins! The first frost is here! Don't tell me you're still buried under a mountain of textbooks!" Isabella's voice crackled through the speaker."Isabella! I've made a choice—I'm heading to the northern academies for my master's!""What?! Since when?" she shrieked, the volume so sharp I had to pull the device away from my ear. "You were so adamant about staying in the Kingdom! What flipped the switch so fast?""Have you heard of Professor James Hough?" I asked, my voice trembling."Not a clue," she admitted. "Is he some legendary Alpha in the academic world?""He’s the pioneer of bio-mechanical hockey gear! He’s been my idol since I was a pup. His lead researcher just called... the Professor wants me in his private lab," I said, the w
Nathan"Madeline, what the hell was that?" I growl the second the door clicks shut.The blonde turns, her face a mask of wide-eyed innocence that suddenly feels like cheap plastic. "What do you mean, Nathan?""The things Zack said. Julian exiling my cousin? Him being in a clinic? Me speaking to my lieutenants after the hit?" I pace the length of the living room, the carpet burning under my boots. My head is a blender. Every word Zack spoke is a jagged piece of glass spinning in my skull.Why didn't Zack hide the fact that he was working with Havenfall’s elite? Why bring an associate? And why the hell would he beg me to come back to Cocolink if he was trying to steal my seat? If it was a performance, he deserved a goddamn Oscar. The way he’d gripped my coat, the heat of his skin, the raw terror in his eyes when he thought I was going to reject him—it felt more real than anything I’ve touched in weeks."Nathan, honey, this is his game!" Madeline groans, dropping her purse on the counter
The rough brick of the alleyway bit into Zack’s spine as Nathan held him pinned. Nathan’s silver eyes were wide, fixed on the swell of Zack’s stomach where the coat had fallen open.“You’re carrying?” Nathan’s voice was a jagged rasp.Zack’s breath hitched. A strange, sharp thrumming started behind his navel—the first time he’d felt the life inside him move. It was as if the kid recognized the proximity of the man who’d sired him. "Madeline didn't mention it?"Nathan’s jaw worked, a vein throbbing in his temple. "How would she know?""Nathan, it’s been all over the wires. I was in the clinic. Julian was keeping me under, drugging me." Zack kept his voice low, urgent. Simple."You're a damn liar," Nathan spat, though his grip loosened a fraction. "I’ve been watching the news. There hasn't been a word about you.""I don't know what sanitized feed she’s feeding you here in Havenfall, but look for yourself. Use a private server. The truth is out there if you actually want to see it." Zack
Nathan’s POVThe room didn't just feel cold; it felt hollow.I sat on the edge of the mattress, my head between my hands, pressing my palms against my temples to stop the rhythmic thumping. Every heartbeat sent a spike of white noise through my brain. I looked at the sleek, glass skyline of Havenfa
Zack’s POVThree days of radio silence.I paced the length of the master suite, the floorboards creaking under my weight. Every few minutes, my hand strayed to my phone, checking the signal bars as if they were a lifeline. Nothing. No encrypted pings, no "I’m safe" burner texts. Just a hollow, ring
Madeline stood in the shadows of the alley, her breath hitching as the weight of Nathan’s forearm crushed her windpipe. The expensive silk of her new coat felt like a shroud. She looked into his eyes—those cold, silver depths—and saw the abyss."I saw the bodies, Nathan!" she hissed, the words jagg
Nathan’s POVThe line hums with a hollow, rhythmic clicking that makes the hair on my arms stand up. I press the burner phone so hard against my ear the plastic groans. Answer the damn phone, Zack. Answer.The click of a connection finally hits. It isn’t the low, silken voice I’m starving for."Dad







