Mag-log inLORENZO POV “Spread them out. All of them,” I said sharply, slamming the stack of old records onto the heavy oak desk in the study. “We’re not leaving this room until we understand exactly what we’re dealing with.”Jordan moved beside me instantly, his shoulder brushing mine. “What are we looking at here, Lorenzo? This can’t be random.”Killian leaned over the other side, his hand resting briefly on the small of my back. “Talk us through it. Every detail.”Reef and Eli crowded in as I started flipping through the fragile pages. The gaps were glaring—entire sections from one specific year completely gone. No torn edges on most, just clean absences where documents should have been.I pointed at the empty bindings. “These records cover the exact months right after Jordan arrived here as a kid, right after his parents were killed. Every assignment, every transfer, every appointment from that period… wiped. Someone went in decades ago and removed them without leaving obvious traces. Unti
JORDAN POV The room went dead silent after Mara’s revelation. A second operative had been living inside the packhouse since I was a kid. The air felt thick enough to choke on. No one spoke for several long seconds.I finally broke the tension, my voice rough. “How is this even possible, Lorenzo? You’ve been in charge of security for years. How did someone slip through like this without you noticing?”Mara shifted in her seat, looking pale and exhausted. “It wasn’t like with me, Jordan. They weren’t sent in as a plant from the start. This person was already here—already trusted by everyone. The splinter group approached them later, once they saw how deep their roots went. They don’t report often. Only when something big happens. They’ve spent years building the perfect reputation. Helping with everything, you know? Patrols, training the young ones, even comforting pack members after losses. No one would ever suspect them.”Killian’s jaw tightened. He leaned forward, eyes sharp. “Reef,
KILLIAN’S POV“Seal every fucking exit—now!” I snarled, my voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Warriors scattered in every direction, boots pounding against the packhouse floors as alarms blared overhead. “Double the patrols. No one leaves their assigned floor without my direct say-so. Move!”Jordan stood at the center of the war room like a calm eye in the storm, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “She stays here under guard. No cell. Not yet.”A chorus of protests erupted immediately.“Are you insane?” one of the older warriors growled, stepping forward. “She confessed to being a spy, Alpha. Chains. Now.”Another slammed a fist on the table. “She could’ve slit throats in our sleep for weeks!”Jordan didn’t raise his voice. He never needed to. “If Mara wanted us dead, she’s had three weeks of perfect opportunities. Instead she’s sitting here telling us everything. Sit down.”The room fell silent. Lorenzo moved to Jordan’s side without a word, his presence a quiet wall
JORDAN POVThe afterglow died instantly.I was still naked, cum from both Killian and Lorenzo leaking down my thighs, body aching in the best and worst ways from the raw, soul-deep heat we’d just shared. The three of us froze in the tangled sheets, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. Reef’s words hit like ice water.“They have someone inside the packhouse right now.”Killian was on his feet first, forest-green power flaring around him as he yanked on pants. “Who? How the fuck did they get past the wards?”Lorenzo was already moving, scarred muscles rippling as he grabbed his shirt, eyes dark with that protector rage I knew too well. “Reef, get in here. Now.”The door opened and Reef slipped inside, closing it fast behind him. His face was pale, the new bond thread between us pulsing with urgency and a hint of fear. He didn’t even blink at the obvious evidence of what we’d been doing—cum-stained sheets, bite marks, the three of us half-dressed and breathing hard.“I caught fra
JORDAN POV“Together.”The word still vibrated between us like a vow soaked in blood and cum. The war room felt too small, too public for what was building in my veins after Ren’s revelation. Generational convergence. Three bloodlines woven together before we were born, and then—on top of that ancient design—we had chosen each other anyway. Killian with his forty-minute wait outside my door. Lorenzo with eight years of shadows and scars. Me with my refusal to stand alone.I looked at them both, my cock already half-hard just from the weight of it all. “My quarters. Now. I need to feel this convergence in my body. Not just in my head.”Lorenzo’s scarred hand clamped on the back of my neck, possessive and rough. “You heard him.”Killian’s forest-green eyes burned as he fell in step beside us, his big palm sliding down to grip my ass through my pants the whole way down the hall. The second the door to my quarters slammed shut, clothes started tearing. I shoved Lorenzo against the wall fi
LORENZO POVThe war room felt too small for the weight of what Ren had just dropped on us.Generational convergence. Three bloodlines woven together before any of us took our first breath. Not random. Not even fate in the way we’d always thought. Designed. I stood against the far wall, arms crossed so tight over my scarred chest that the old wounds pulled, watching Jordan stand between Killian and me like the center of a storm we’d all been born to chase.My mind wouldn’t stop spinning.Eight years.Eight fucking years of bleeding in the shadows, intercepting orders, breaking alliances, burying bodies so the kid could even have a chance to grow up. I’d told myself it was duty. Pack law. The hard call no one else wanted to make. But now? With Ren’s words still ringing in my ears, every memory cracked open under a completely new light.That night eight years ago—the night I intercepted the kill order on a scared, golden-eyed boy who didn’t even know what he carried. I’d moved on pure in
Jordan’s POVThe packhouse fell into complete lockdown within half an hour.Doors were bolted, patrols tripled, and a heavy silence settled over every hallway. No one spoke above a whisper. The echo of that cold response still hung in the air like something alive, pressing against every wolf in the
Jordan’s POVI was still half-asleep when Reef banged on the door and told me Killian wanted us in the main room right now. Something about Marcus. By the time I got downstairs, I already knew.Reef didn’t even try to hide it. “Marcus went straight to Ren after he talked to Killian. Stayed forty mi
Killian’s POV“Good. Because we have a problem.”Lorenzo’s words from last night kept echoing in my skull as I dragged myself out of bed. I wanted — no, I needed — to sit down with both my mates this morning. Talk about that name in the folder. Talk about my mother. Talk about whatever bomb Lorenzo
Jordan’s POV“Something that belonged to your grandmother,” Killian said, stabbing a piece of bacon like it personally offended him. “And you told Reef to wait until the formal meeting? For real?”“I said tomorrow last night,” I shot back, shoving my plate away. “Well, guess what? It’s tomorrow.”“







