LOGINThird Person's POV
That day, after her shift, Seraphina walked out of the Healing Center, ready to head home just like any other day.
At the entrance, she was surprised to see Logan, the police officer she had met the other day, walking toward her.
"Seraphina," Logan said, his expression solemn.
An uneasy feeling settled deep in her chest.
"This is from Caldwell. He asked me to give it to you." Logan handed her an envelope.
A knot of dread tightened i
Third Person's POVBefore Trista could finish speaking, Natalie interrupted, "Don't give me that. And don't tell me you'll eat later. I just ran into your secretary, and she said you went to the hospital to get your stomach checked. You need to eat. How are you supposed to work if you don't eat properly? Come on."Natalie eagerly took her hand, making it difficult for Trista to refuse.When they arrived at the restaurant, Natalie smiled and said, "Will has quite a temper. It must've been hard on you these past few years."Trista smiled back. "It's fine. I hardly ever see him, so it hasn't really been that difficult."Natalie was clearly probing her, but Trista didn't want to make things awkward.After all, Wilmot and Natalie were the ones who truly belonged together, and she didn't want to complicate things any further.Natalie looked at her. "But that's not really a solution. Trista, what are you planning to do?"Trista picked
Third Person's POVWilmot glanced at her indifferently and reached up to tug at his shirt collar.His collarbone was exposed, his long, slender neck accentuating the lazy yet dangerous air that surrounded him.Trista said, "I'll head back next door, then."As soon as Trista opened the door, she found Jasmine pressed against it, clearly eavesdropping.Jasmine gave her an awkward smile and whispered, "Camilla just called and said you should make the most of tonight."It's getting late, so I'll leave you two to get some rest."After saying that, Jasmine closed the door behind her.Trista stood in the doorway, torn over what to do.After a moment of hesitation, she turned to Wilmot and said, "I'll leave later."Wilmot continued to ignore her, shirtless as he rummaged through the wardrobe.He didn't speak to her, didn't answer her calls, and didn't reply to her messages. Trista had long since grown accustomed to
Third Person's POVIn the bar, Wilmot was drinking with Easton, Xavier Wilson, and the others.The lights were dazzling, and the music pounded through the room.Wilmot's life was far livelier than Trista's.Several girls hovered nearby, eager to catch his attention, but the wild, dangerous aura he gave off kept them from getting too close. He ignored them completely.Easton lounged lazily on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Wilmot. "I heard Trista's going to break the mating bond with you."Wilmot picked up the cigarette and lighter from the table and lit it.Smoke curled from his lips as he flicked away the ash and laughed. "News travels fast. Was it Elizabeth who sent you to find out again?"Easton advised, "You can fool around all you want, but you should sweet-talk her once in a while. You know, keep that wolf of hers from going off the rails.""Sweet-talk her?" Wilmot felt amused at his words.He took another drag
Third Person's POVNo matter how hard she tried, Trista couldn't explain away Wilmot's prejudice against her.She simply couldn't change his opinion of her.Back then, Trista had no idea he had feelings for Natalie or that he disliked her so much.She gripped the mating contract termination papers tightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging with the effort.The already fragile mating bond between her and Wilmot stirred, sending a faint ache through her.But she still had to remain calm, so she tried to speak steadily, "Wilmot, whether I'm faking it or playing hard to get, just sign the papers. We'll formally reject each other, and then you'll know, won't you?"Trista was determined to prove that she was serious.Wilmot looked at her for a while and said coolly, "Fine, I'll agree to break the bond."He then added, "But Trista, has your grandfather Hugh agreed? Do you have our old mating-bond records? Has Harley agr
Third Person's POVOn the way back, Trista gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, completely exhausted.Her chest felt heavy and suffocating.During a checkup last month, the pack doctor had found an abnormal lump near her chest.If she stayed emotionally distressed for too long, the backlash could end up wrecking her sense of smell and self-healing abilities.She'd never had symptoms like this before getting mated.As she glanced at the mating bond severance papers sitting on the passenger seat, a wave of helplessness washed over her again.She'd brought them up to the hotel earlier, only to take them right back down.For the past three years, the urge to reject Wilmot and sever their mating bond once and for all had crossed her mind countless times. But every time she remembered how he'd braved the scorching fire to carry her out despite the agonizing pain of having his skin burned, she backed down.She feared that if she actually handed him the papers, he'd agree witho
Third Person's POVTrista frowned slightly, exhaustion weighing heavily on her.After a moment of silence, she finally spoke in a gentle voice, "I understand. I'm coming over now."After the call ended, Trista remained still for a long while, staring at her phone as exhaustion settled over her. Finally, she picked up her car keys and left.***Thirty minutes later, she walked out through the hotel's back entrance and found Wyatt Brooks and Emily Roberts waiting for her.Emily held a designer clothing bag as she approached and said, "Luna Trista, the clothes are ready."They were the same as Natalie's. They had been prepared for the act that Trista and Wilmot were putting on.Wyatt knocked on the door. "Alpha Wilmot, Luna Trista is here.""Come in."Wilmot's deep voice sounded calm, but there was an unmistakable sense of entitlement in his tone.Wyatt helped Trista open the door, and she found Wilmot stepping out of the bathroom in loose gray robe, his well-defined chest and abs on ful
Seraphina's POVThe weight of the snow felt like the cold, crushing hand of death, squeezing the last bit of oxygen from my lungs.I was curled up in a tiny air pocket, my fingers trembling as I gripped my phone, praying for a signal.If I was going to rot in this forest under the gaze of the Moon
Seraphina's POVI sat by the hotel window, watching the snow swirl into a violent frenzy outside.My fingers mindlessly traced the wedding band on my left hand. The diamond caught the dim light, cold and hard—exactly like the day we made our deal three years ago.The memories drifted back through t
Seraphina's POV"Mortimer, I did some digging. We can actually hike the Glacier Forest. And..."I looked up at him, burying half my face in my thick wool scarf, my eyes locked onto Alpha Mortimer. "The rangers say if we take this trail, we'll get a front-row seat to the Blood Moon. It only happens
Seraphina's POVI stood in the airport pickup zone, my hand resting quietly on the handle of my suitcase."Morty, hurry up! Humphrey said the guys are throwing us a welcome home party at the Wildwolf Club tonight."That voice sliced through the air, and my grip on my luggage tightened.Mortimer and







