AdrainGraham didn’t answer.But the silence told me everything.Coward.Graham wasn’t going to pay. Not with his life. Not with anything that mattered. Which meant Lisa’s life was already forfeited. If she failed the transformation like her sisters—if the venom didn’t take—then she would die screaming like they did. Alone. Forgotten. Replaced.“Answer!” Carson barked, his alpha voice crashing into the room like a thunderclap. It didn’t faze me, but Graham shook like a leaf caught in a storm.“Please…” he whimpered. “I don’t want to die. Give her to them. At least she’ll still be alive. She’ll just… be one of them.”That was it. His justification. His coward’s gospel.It had probably sounded convincing in his head when he offered up his other daughters, too.“She could also die,” I said, stepping forward, each word sharp enough to cut. “And what then? Will it be fair for you to enjoy the life you have—your house, your quiet dinners, your warm bed—while the three girls you brought into
AdrianGraham shook his head, trembling. “I loved my daughters,” he said, voice thin and broken.“Not as much as you love yourself,” Carson snapped, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. “You selfish bastard.”The air thickened. Carson’s control was unraveling, and I didn’t blame him.“I lost six wolves last night. Six,” he hissed. “People who had nothing to do with your pathetic dealings. Had it not been for Grant—who begged me—I would’ve handed your daughter over and come for you and your wife myself.”Graham flinched.“You owe me six lives, human.”“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Graham sobbed, his body shaking against the restraints.Carson didn’t blink. “Sorry won’t bring them back.”And he was right. Sorry doesn’t resurrect the dead.I finally spoke, my voice cutting through the tension. “What happened?”Graham looked up at me, eyes red and desperate.“Why did you back out?”He shook his head violently. “I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”“Then explain.”His breath came in ragged bursts.“Mar
AdrianGrant found him.Graham was dragged in an hour ago, bloody and trembling, and delivered straight to the dungeon beneath my estate.I gave Carson the green light to question him on my grounds—only because the wolves had washed their hands of Lisa and refused to fight for her. That made her my problem now. Or maybe, just maybe, she always had been. Through Natalie.Carson didn’t waste time. Neither did Grant. Indeed, two days had been enough, and I realised something as I walked the long, dark hall toward the holding chambers: the mate bond turned wolves into weapons.Grant moved with desperation because his soul was tethered to Lisa. And Carson—well, Carson once dared to challenge me for Natalie. That wasn’t something he would’ve done if not for instinct overriding logic.I wasn’t about to tell Natalie we had Graham, though. Not yet. Not until I knew whether he was worth the effort. Hope can be a cruel thing, and I wasn’t going to hand it to her just so it could be shattered.My
NatalieMy mom was standing, laughing, eating potatoes like she had all the time in the world. She didn’t realize what had already begun inside her. What was changing.And no matter how much I wanted to stop it—I couldn’t.The tears burned behind my eyes before I could blink them away.“Please excuse me,” I said quickly, standing.And then I walked.Fast. Out the door, into the hallway.The tears spilled before I made it to the end of the corridor.It was real now.And I was useless.I rushed out, trying to outrun the ache in my chest—but the moment I turned the corner, I collided with her.Arya.Of course.I tried to brush past without a word, but she stepped into my path, forcing me to halt. Her eyes scanned my face slowly, deliberately—like she could see everything unraveling inside me.Then she smiled.“I’m glad you’re here,” she said simply… and walked away.I froze.What the hell does that mean?My skin crawled. Her voice, her timing—it wasn’t just unnerving. It was intentional.
NatalieI left Lisa’s room quietly and moved next door, knocking once on Alison’s door.She opened it with a grin and that familiar twinkle in her eyes. “You look better,” she said, letting me in.Inside, she was perched on the bed, laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard.“What are you doing?” I asked, already suspicious of the gleam in her eye.“Trying to find Dimitri on social media,” she said matter-of-factly.I blinked.She was serious.I laughed—really laughed—but the sound felt bittersweet. If only she knew what she was chasing. If only she understood that the man she was trying to Google was a creature you couldn’t pin to a screen. He didn’t live in pixels. He lived in shadows.And knowing what was in store for her—knowing who he really was—made my heart ache.But I didn’t have it in me to tell her. Not tonight.So instead of breaking her illusion, I sat beside her on the bed and helped her search for a monster we’d never find online.A pause.Then she asked, “Nat… is
NatalieI didn’t realize how furious I was until the fire settled deep in my chest, refusing to go out.Alison had come looking for me, cheerful and clueless. She had crossed the distance, the barrier her father had placed to reach me.But Lisa—Lisa had found the wolves. Found Grant. And just… stayed away. No check-in. No messages. No concern. Just silence.And that silence told me everything.She’d picked her side. And it wasn’t mine.I was halfway down the stairs when I heard footsteps rushing behind me.“Nat,” she called, breathless. “They took Raven last night.”I stopped, turning to face her slowly. Her face was pale, her voice trembling. But I could already feel the knot in my gut tightening.“They were after me,” she said. “But Carson’s people were guarding me… so they grabbed another human instead. And it was Raven.”Her voice cracked, but I barely blinked.“They’ll ask for a trade,” she said quietly.And there it was—the full picture in her eyes. She’d done the math. So had