The chamber still echoed in my skull long after we’d left it. Rhett’s voice cutting through the chaos, claiming me before every Elder, every Alpha, every set of prying eyes in the Summit. I thought I’d prepared myself for this bond, for the inevitability of it, but nothing could have prepared me for hearing him say it out loud. “I will not deny my mates.” It should have made me feel stronger. Safer. Instead, I felt raw and exposed, like a nerve pulled too taut. The whispers were spreading through the packs faster than wildfire. Rhett’s choice had just made us a target—not just for the Council, but for anyone who saw our bond as a weakness. And yet, a part of me wanted to stand beside him and roar at them all to try and take it from us. The bells had barely stopped ringing when the scout staggered back into camp, drenched in blood, his voice ragged as he reported what we’d feared: The creatures were back. Not just a handful this time, a nest. We didn’t have time to prepare, to bre
The bells tolling carried through the compound, vibrating in my bones as I sprinted alongside Jace and Rhett toward the chamber. The sound was unmistakable, an emergency assembly. Even before we reached the carved double doors, the tension in the bond between the three of us was alive and shifting. Rhett’s Alpha energy burned like wildfire, Jace’s Beta steadiness thrummed beneath it, and my own pulse fought to match theirs. I didn’t need to ask what either of them was thinking. I felt it. The unspoken choice looming between us, marking, claiming, tying ourselves together for all to see, was about to collide headfirst with the Council’s scrutiny. The meeting chamber buzzed with unease. Elders lined the long crescent table, their robes dark as midnight, eyes sharp and watchful. Drayce Malor, the Council-appointed observer, leaned lazily against a pillar, his expression unreadable but his energy too still, a predator waiting to strike.Whispers rippled through the gathered Alphas, Bet
My head jerked back, my eyes met his with the unspoken question. “I’m serious. I have so many things I want to do with you, but that's at the top of my list.” He kissed my neck right behind my ear and pulled back to look at me as a whimper of need escaped my lips. The night air was cool, but heat still burned beneath my skin. Rhett’s hand lingered against my jaw, his wolf steady and unyielding in his gaze. He wanted to mark me. Part of me should’ve been ready for this. He’d already claimed me before the Council, already dragged me into this dangerous territory where nothing about our bond could stay hidden forever. But hearing him say it, feeling the depth behind his words, split me open in ways I wasn’t prepared for. I swallowed hard, fighting to find breath. “Rhett…” My voice cracked, betraying the storm inside me. “You don’t understand what you’re asking. If you do this, if we do this, there’s no walking it back.” Rhett’s energy radiated from him like a wildfire. “There’s nothi
I tracked the faintest trace back toward the pack house, stopping at the wink the Elders were occupying while in the Blackstone Pack, when someone stepped from the shadows, quiet and calculated. “Following ghosts, Beta Rowan?” Lena. Her voice carried a low, mocking edge, but her eyes, they weren’t cruel anymore. There was something cautious there. “You’re wasting time chasing scents,” she murmured, stepping closer. “I can tell you who’s been speaking to Malor.” I narrowed my eyes, refusing to take the bait. “Why would you help us? Last week, you were ready to bury us.”Lena’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, I saw uncertainty flash across her face. “Because I sat in a secret Council meeting, Jace. I heard what they’re planning for you, for all three of you.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “If you think forbidden bonds just get dissolved, you’re wrong. They’re talking about permanent removal.”Her words landed like a blow, but I didn’t let it show. “Names, Lena,” I d
The night had settled heavy over the Blackstone Pack, but sleep refused to come. The unease in my chest had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with instinct. My wolf paced just beneath my skin, restless, sharp, and alert. Something was wrong. I caught it as I crossed the eastern wing on patrol, a faint trace of something that didn’t belong. Not creature. Not Council. Not Rhett or Mira. It was… familiar, though. Blackstone Pack. Whoever it was had been close enough to our chambers to catch whispers of things we hadn’t told anyone outside our bond. My gut twisted at the implication. I crouched, inhaling, letting the Beta edge sharpen my senses. The faintest trace of lavender and iron drifted through the corridor before vanishing into the night air. My stomach tightened. When I reached the Alpha office, Rhett was waiting, his energy buzzing like a live wire, Mira perched calmly on the edge of his desk. “You feel it too,” I said without preamble. Rhett’s jaw flex
The scent of tension still lingered in the Alpha house. Even with the meeting chamber finally silent, the air was thick with unspoken words, shifting alliances, and the constant weight of the Council watching our every move. But it wasn’t just the Council anymore. Jace had noticed it first. “They’re circling,” Jace said quietly as we crossed the training grounds earlier, his sharp Beta instincts pulling threads I couldn’t see. I didn’t question him, Jace was rarely wrong about things like this. His wolf was tuned to subtle movements, quiet betrayals, hidden danger. If he sensed rot within the pack, I believed him. It only added to the pressure simmering beneath my skin. We didn’t have the luxury of fractures inside our ranks, not with Drayce Malor acting as the Council’s personal observer. The Elder would hunt for any weakness, and right now, the bond between Mira, Jace, and me was both our greatest strength—and our most dangerous secret. I found Mira on the balcony later, lean