LOGINAngela Hunter. She died once—betrayed by the two people she trust and loved most. But the moon goddess gave her a second chance. A second life. This time, she wouldn’t fall for a pretty face or promises wrapped in lies. This time, she’d find a mate before fate dragged her back into hell. So she picked the darkest, most dangerous wolf she could find. He doesn’t smile. He barely speaks. He smells like secrets and death. But when he looks at her, it’s like he sees every crack in her soul—and wants to hold the pieces. She asked him to pretend. She didn’t mean to fall. Aaron Shepard. He was never meant to fall in love. With vengeance burning through his veins, he walked the world like a shadow—cold, silent, and deadly. But then she came along—reckless, stubborn, and wild-eyed—and flipped his world off its axis. Now, she thinks he’s just a rogue. A stranger willing to pose as her mate to prevent her from getting chosen. But every time she smiles at another man, he feels something unholy crawl under his skin. She doesn’t know he’s the Alpha king. She doesn’t know he would tear down packs to keep her safe. And she definitely doesn’t know…She’s already his.
View MoreANGELA’S POVOne Year Later The Future Grove was no longer a field of hopeful saplings. It had grown into a young forest, sunlit and alive, leaves flashing gold as a late summer breeze threaded through. Pack members filled the space, scattered on blankets and fallen logs, not out of duty but because this was where they belonged. It felt less like a ceremony and more like a family picnic that had happily slipped its leash.At the center, beneath the wide branches of the lodgepole pine Aaron had planted with his own hands, a queen held court on a blanket. Annie.One year old and already ruling by force of will. Dark honey curls framed her face, wild and soft, her features an impossible blend of her parents. Aaron’s storm-gray eyes. My stubborn mouth. Both amplified by frosting. Blue frosting, smeared across her cheeks and chin.She brought her fist down on the smash cake with total conviction. Crumbs flew. Drew took a hit to the chest. Leo caught frosting on his sleeve. Neither of them
ANGELA’S POVThe three days in the clinic suite passed in a blissful, sleep-starved haze. It was a cocoon. Cora and her assistants handled everything outside the small, sacred circle of our new family. They checked my healing, brought food, spoke softly, and left. It was a buffer between the violence of her arrival and the world waiting beyond the walls.The world, however, did not stay away.By the second day, gifts began to appear in the clinic’s receiving room. Pack members came in ones and twos, nodded to the guards, set down their offerings, and slipped away. A carved rattle. A blanket of impossibly soft lamb’s wool. Tiny knitted boots. Their faces held the same quiet awe, something reverent. The mountain of gifts from the festival had been for the idea of her. These were for Annie.On the fourth morning, Mara smiled over her clipboard. “The Luna is healing. The pup is strong. Go home.”Aaron drove us himself in the pack’s largest SUV, moving at a pace that bordered on absurd. Ev
ANGELA’S POVThe first true contraction did not hit like a punch. It twisted deep inside me, sudden and breath-stealing, cutting me off mid-sentence.I was in the sunroom with one hand on the back of a chair, half listening as Rainey explained the tragic pattern of a sweater she was knitting. For a beat I thought I had imagined it. The pain was that internal, that complete. Then it released, leaving a hollow space behind it, like an echo inside my body.Rainey stopped talking. “Angela? You okay? You just went kind of gray.”“I’m…” Another wave gathered, slow and unavoidable. This one closed around me, heavy and tight, a band of iron cinching low in my body. I gripped the chair until heat flared in my knuckles. “Okay. I think… I think it’s time.”Saying it snapped everything into focus. Terror and exhilaration cracked through me at once.Rainey did not panic. She sharpened. “Right. First one?” She was already beside me, steadying my arm as the contraction peaked hard enough to blur the
ANGELA’S POVLate afternoon sun warmed the porch while I held court, my hands resting on the impossible curve of my stomach. In six months it had gone from a gentle swell to a proud dome that made standing an event. Annie was quiet today, resting. Her presence felt like a steady, welcome weight.The peace shattered on cue.“Move, Leo, you’re blocking the best auntie!” Rainey’s laughter reached me before she did. My cousin barreled up the path with her three brothers in tow. Drew, Leo, and Jace each carried a wrapped gift almost as big as they were.“Best auntie? Please,” Drew said, hefting a box that looked like a small fortress. “She’ll need uncles who teach important things. Like skipping rocks and identifying trees.”“She’ll need an uncle with taste,” Jace said, straightening the ribbon on his sleek package. “And negotiation skills.”Leo lifted a carved wooden wolf. His smile said enough.I laughed, easy and full. “You’re all going to spoil her. You can all be the best. Maybe wait
AARON’S POVI thought the joy was private, a secret between Angela, James, and me, and the four walls of the clinic. I was wrong.It began that evening with a small, hand-carved wooden rattle on the porch step. Then a tiny wolf pelt, impossibly soft. By morning, a basket of lavender soaps and a cla
ANGELA’S POVI walked away from the cold, silent holding cells, each step heavier than the last. The messenger’s words looped in my head.“There’s been a new development.”The calm I’d carried vanished, replaced by a taut, wired alertness.I turned toward our suite instead of the command center. Aa
ANGELA’S POVI left Aaron’s room with the sharp bite of antiseptic clinging to my clothes and turned for the stairs. I did not slow. If I stopped, I knew I would not start again.The pack prison lay beneath the clinic like a thought buried on purpose. The air cooled with every step, warmth thinning
ANGELA’S POVThe first thing I noticed was his breathing, steady and deep, and how my own lungs finally remembered what to do. I had been holding myself tight for so long that the rise and fall of Aaron’s chest felt like permission to loosen my grip on the world.The pack clinic was quiet except fo












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