MasukChapter Two.
Gina.
It had been a few days since our altercation, I hadn't seen or heard from Brandon, not even to check in on me. Until today when I was summoned into his office, a part of was scared but I was also glad he had summoned me.
After losing my baby, and him making it clear he wanted nothing to do with me I had also made a decesion. I was leaving the pack.
I was marked by him so no one in this pack will ever be interested in me and I wanted to find love still and have a family of my own. And my only option if I wanted to find that was by leaving the pack
I sat stiffly in the wooden chair across from Brandon’s desk, my hands clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails bit into my palms. He hadn’t looked at me once. Not since I’d been called in like some disobedient servant.
He flipped a page in the report he wasn’t reading, pretending I wasn’t even there. Pretending I hadn’t just lost our child. Pretending I didn’t bleed on his floor while he drank himself into oblivion.
I hated him.
The thought came with startling clarity. I hate him.
"You should start preparing for the mating ball," he said finally, voice low, casual, like he was talking about the weather.
I blinked, my body jerking like he’d slapped me. "What?"
He finally looked up. His eyes were cold, distant. “Two weeks. All unmated pack members are required to attend.”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “You think I’m going to parade around like some desperate omega while I’m still bleeding from the baby I just lost?”
Brandon leaned back in his chair, smiling faintly. “You’re an unmated omega again, Gina. It's time you remember your place.”
My fists trembled. “I’m not going.”
He raised a brow, amused. “You are.”
“I want to leave the pack.” I finally said.
The smile in his face immediately dropped.
“I don’t belong here anymore,” I said, standing. “I’ll be gone before the moon turns. I’ll go quietly. I won’t tell anyone what you did. I’ll disappear.”
“No.” The word cracked across the air like a whip.
I stared at him, my chest heaving. “You can’t keep me here.”
“Oh, but I can.” Brandon stood now too, circling the desk like a predator. “You think you can run? After everything you know? After what we’ve done?”
“What you’ve done,” I snapped. “You lied to me. You used me. You killed everything we had.”
He chuckled darkly. “We had nothing, Gina. You were a distraction. A pretty little thing to break in. And you were so eager for it. Don’t act like a victim now.”
I wanted to rip his face off. My nails dug deeper. “You will never touch me again.”
He stepped closer. I didn’t back down.
“You think you're strong now, huh? Because you finally grew a spine? Let me remind you…” He paused, smiling coldly. “You’re still just an omega. And I still hold all the power here.”
“I don’t care,” I spat. “I’ll find a way out.”
“Oh? And what about your mother?”
I froze.
“Leave her out of this,” I said, voice shaking.
He grinned, teeth flashing like a wolf about to tear into flesh. “You forget, she works in the kitchens. Cleaning up after the alphas. You leave, Gina, and she pays the price.”
My knees buckled slightly, but I stayed standing.
“You wouldn’t.”
His gaze sharpened. “Wouldn’t I? You know what I’m capable of. You’ve seen it.”
Tears welled in my eyes before I could stop them. “Please. Don’t hurt her.”
“Then don’t give me a reason to.”
I swallowed, my throat burning. My mother. The only person in this world who had ever loved me without condition. Who’d stayed when everyone else turned their backs. I couldn’t let him touch her. I couldn’t.
“Stay in the pack,” he said smoothly. “Attend the ball. Be good. And maybe maybe your mother keeps her job. Keeps her health.”
I felt like I was falling. The room tilted. The pain I thought I’d buried surged up like a tidal wave. He had me cornered. Again.
“No,” I whispered. “I won’t be your toy.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Brandon leaned in close, breath hot against my face. “You’ve always been mine.”
Something inside me cracked then snapped. How could he be so inconsiderate and cruel to me when all I ever did was love him.
He wantede to attend the mating ball where he was going to publicly humiliate me by announcing Ashley as his true mate, and he wanted me there to watch.
"I will stay, for my mother but I will not come to that mating ball and I will not be your anything. You rejected me and chose Ashley, so go be with her."
GinaI knew he would come for me.Even in the hours when my body ached and my heart felt hollow, I knew Ryan would tear the world apart to find me.But I never expected to see him like this shoulders rigid, eyes rimmed in red, fury radiating off him in waves so intense it made the air feel thin.He moves across the clearing before anyone can stop him. The moment he’s close enough, his hands seize my arms not rough, but so desperate it nearly unravels me.“Gina.” His voice is hoarse. “Goodness, you’re alive.”I open my mouth to answer, but before I can, his gaze darts to Dante standing behind me. Something dark and furious slashes across his expression.“You,” Ryan spits, his voice low and lethal. “You think you can just steal her like she’s some piece of property?”Dante’s eyes don’t waver. “I didn’t steal her. I claimed my own blood.&rdqu
RoseWhen the summons came, I knew before the messenger even spoke.Some truths have been waiting so long to be heard, they vibrate in the air like a warning before a storm.I was sitting alone in the small guest room Alpha Ryan had offered me. The afternoon light streamed through the lace curtains, glinting off the silver brush I hadn’t touched in hours. My hands were folded neatly in my lap, but inside, I was anything but composed.I hadn’t slept in days. Not since Gina disappeared.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her as a baby, her dark hair in soft curls, her little mouth searching for comfort and then I’d see her now, grown and afraid and stolen away by hands I couldn’t see.I’d failed her.Just as I failed everything I ever loved.When the knock sounded, I didn’t flinch. I only smoothed my skirt and called, “Come in.”It was Gamma Hugo, Ryan’s second-in-comma
DanteI watch her from behind the one way glass.She’s curled on the edge of the bed, her knees drawn to her chest like she’s trying to disappear inside herself. She hasn’t spoken in hours. Not since I told her who I was.My daughter.The word still feels too fragile on my tongue, like it will shatter if I say it aloud. I never thought I’d see her, not after Rose vanished like smoke two decades ago. Not after every lead went cold, every scent erased by magic and time.But she’s here.I press a hand to the glass, the way I might press a palm to a photograph of someone I loved too long ago to trust they were real.Gina.Named after the wild roses I gave her mother on that snow laced night we made a child neither of us dared dream of.I remember Rose’s face in the moonlight defiant and frightened, her love burning so hot it terrified us both. I remember the way she made me promise not to
GinaI don’t know how long I sit there, my hands are untied now.My mind is a storm. A thousand questions crash into each other, louder than my own heartbeat. Louder even than the ragged edge of my breathing.He says he’s my father. I had been so sure Damian was my father, nothing made sense anymore. Who was my father and who was really telling the truth?The words replay over and over, like a wound I can’t stop picking at.I try to look away from him, this man who calls himself Dante but my gaze keeps dragging back to him. It’s the eyes. The same pale gray that looks back at me in every mirror. The same shape, the same impossible color.Goddess help me. I almost whisper. There was only one person who had all the answers I needed and she was not here. My mother.Part of me wants to believe it. Because if he’s telling the truth, then Damian is nothing to me. I’m not the cursed produ
Rose.Flashback part 2By the time I saw the high black gates of Damian’s pack again, dawn had already melted into a gray, colorless morning.I stood in the trees for a long time, hidden by the pines, watching the guards pace along the wall. My breath steamed in the cold air. My heart thudded in my chest like it wanted to burst free and run back to the cabin, to the only place I’d ever felt truly wanted.But that was gone now. I’d made sure of it.I pulled my cloak tighter around me. My skin still smelled like him like pine and frost and the dark, iron tang of lycan blood. I’d tried to scrub it away with snow. My palms were raw and red, but it didn’t matter. No amount of washing could erase what we’d done.What I’d chosen.The wind shifted. For a moment, I thought I could almost hear his voice on it I will never stop looking.A sob climbed my throat. I swallowed it back an
Rose.Flashback to twenty years ago. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the way his hand trembled when he reached for mine.The fire was dying in the hearth, throwing long shadows over the walls of the little hunting cabin we’d stolen for the night. Outside, the world slept under a blanket of snow, but inside, everything was too alive, too bright, too dangerous.I lay on my side, watching the lines of worry carve themselves into Dante’s face as he studied me in the flickering light. His hair had fallen over his brow, black as midnight. His eyes were the same impossible gray I would see again, years later, in Gina’s.“Say something,” he murmured.I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “What do you want me to say?”“That you’ll stay,” he rasped. “That you won’t go back to him.”I looked away. My heart felt too big for my chest, beating hard enough to bruise my ribs. If I spoke, if I let myself confess everything I felt, I would shatter.“I can’t,” I whispered finally. “You







