LOGINI twirl on the bed, once again unable to sleep. With a groan, I sit upright. “Crap!” I mutter, hitting my head lightly. “Why don’t you just shut down for once so I can rest?” Dragging my hand across my face, frustration boils in my blood. My mind never stops—it spins faster when I’m anxious, no matter how hard I try to quiet it. It’s always the same thoughts. My mother. The Alphas who scorned me. Their shadows haunt me, stealing my sleep whenever they cross my mind. Would it be wise to tell Lucy about my situation? Maybe she could convince Atlas to help me find my mother. I wish I could ask him directly, but he wouldn’t care. That’s why I hide my story. I’m afraid of sounding desperate, afraid of asking for help and still being ignored. Maximus is trying, I know. He’s been investigating the forest, searching for clues about the attackers who tore me from my mother. But the CrescentMoon pack has more connections. They could help me find her more easily. And yet… I hesitat
We spent the next few minutes in the hockey arena where Rhett had once played. It was breathtaking to see his legacy preserved—his jersey framed, photographs with teammates lining the walls, even Lucy captured in moments of cheering him on. A particular section was dedicated entirely to him. Fans still came every day to take pictures with his perfectly sculpted statue, leaving flowers and handwritten notes. Rhett had been an icon in his time, the best player of his generation, and even now he had not been forgotten. Atlas tried to hide it, but I caught the flicker of emotion in his eyes as he took in his father’s achievements. Something in his gaze told me he wished he had been there, living those days alongside him. I wondered what Atlas’s favorite sport was. Did he even like anything at all? The next day was as hectic as the last. We pressed on with the investigation, moving from place to place, asking questions, but still finding no answers. We visited countless tattoo sh
I’m trying to collect my thoughts as we move through this game of Truth and Dare. Luckily, since the kiss, we haven’t been picked for another dare. That kiss. It was… electric. Intentional. He wanted to kiss me—or maybe he chose me because I was the safest option among strangers. He hates physical contact anyway, so I must have been the least threatening choice. Why am I even thinking about this? I glance at him. He looks calm, detached, as if it never happened. No. It never happened. We were forced into it. It never happened. I extend my hand and draw a card. A red one. Please, let it not be something gross again. “Chilly!” the host gasps, winking at me as the guests giggle in anticipation. I swallow, bracing myself. God, I wish we could leave this place now. But we can’t. Turns out the brown-skinned beauty Atlas danced with earlier was David’s ex-girlfriend. He managed to get useful information from her, and we’re still here because he isn’t finished yet. The only re
Okay. Tell me why Atlas is glaring at me like that? Wasn’t he busy dancing and flirting with another woman? Now, the moment another man walks up to me, he appears like a ghost—cold eyes cutting through the air, scaring us both. He gives Volt a slow once-over, his jaw locked. “You appear to be under the impression that my wife is on the market,” he growls. My eyes widen. Did he just call me his wife? I blink, stunned. “What?” Volt looks between us, confused. “Silver, what is he talking about?” Atlas’s jaw clenches. “You told him your name?” I swallow hard. “Um… Volt… he’s my husband.” “Oh wow!” Volt scoffs. “She’s your wife, but you left her sitting here all by herself?” “I leave what’s mine exactly where I want it,” Atlas says, his voice low and dangerous. “Leave before I make you.” “Volt… thanks, but you have to go,” I say quickly, trying to avoid the trouble simmering between them. He looks between us, suspicion in his eyes. “Is he controlling you? Are y
We had spent a little over an hour shopping and preparing for the party, completely forgetting we needed invitation cards to gain access. We don’t have time to forge the cards. But that won’t stop us. We decided to use our powers to gain entry—not just into the party, but into their minds. It’s the only way our job will be easier. Lucy will have to forgive us. We promise to be careful. The party is buzzing with activity. Laughter and excited murmurs fill the room. Some are busy taking pictures, making videos, while others drink and kiss in corners. Even though they all know each other, except us, I doubt they’ll suspect a thing. Our outfits follow the theme perfectly. I look at them, using my ability to see through their facades. It’s fascinating how humans hide under makeup and smiles. We werewolves aren’t transparent or perfect, but we live simple, straightforward lives. Here, everything is chaos. I’m not surprised. Atlas and Lance are sitting together, sipping drinks,
“Hyera…” A low, guttural, beastly voice growls, snapping me out of sleep. My chest rises and falls as my eyes scan the room. Whose voice is that? Why does it keep echoing in my head every morning? And it never feels like a dream. It feels real—like the voice is calling me. But I don’t know how to respond. “Hmmm.” I take a deep breath as I jump down from the bed. I don’t know what we’re supposed to be doing today. Atlas never tells me anything. He doesn’t even allow me near him, so there’s no way I can hear their discussions. But it’s okay. I shrug, walking to the bathroom. Lucy assured me everything will be fine—that he’ll eventually accept me. That’s why I’m doing everything I can to help them. Trying my very best to show him I’m worthy of his attention, though he’s impossibly difficult to please. Another Alpha would gladly take me in because of my ability. They’d want to be part of my journey to reclaiming my voice and becoming great. But not Atlas Lawson. Nothing fasc
~Magnus~ “Hm.”“What?” Zayn asks, watching me intently. “What do you make of that man?”“I doubt he knows anything about this shit.”“Oh?” Rayan’s brows lift in question. “You think they’re innocent? That man and his men appeared out of nowhere, and you think they have no role in this?” He shakes
~Rhett~ She’s glaring at me—anger and hatred blazing in those beautiful blue eyes. And yet, all I want is to pull her close and breathe her in. Her scent is driving me insane and the mate pull makes it worse. I can’t resist her, not even a little.“What the fuck do you want from me?” she snaps, ey
“Magnus,” I whisper, pulling him into my arms. Rhett is getting to him…. He’s getting to us, and I hate it. But there’s nothing we can do about it. He’s Rhett Lawson—he lives to get under people’s skin. “It’s okay,” Magnus sniffles. “Your ex-boyfriend is trying so hard to show—” “Shhh.” I press
~Lucy~ My happy day turned bloody. Several innocent people died—all because of me. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere near living beings. I only bring danger. So I’ll leave, but this time I will not hide among others, I’ll live in isolation. That will be Atlas’s and my new reality. And







