I clung to Xavier's hand as we hurried after the old man through the woods. His flashlight barely cut through the darkness, and the drizzle made everything feel like some weird nightmare.I was scared—like, really scared. But Xavier was holding my hand like he was the one who needed it, so I didn’t pull away. I could practically feel his nerves through his death grip on my fingers. Weirdly enough? I was kinda glad for the storm. Without it, he’d never have dragged me out here like this. There was something hanging in the air between us, but I was too busy trying not to freak out to figure out what."How much farther?" Xavier demanded, voice tense.His grip tightened even more—my fingers were going numb. Every thunderclap made me jump, my whole body shaking. I was barely holding it together. I needed walls. A roof. Now."Just up ahead," the old man called back, not slowing down.Xavier muttered under his breath, "Yeah, sure," eyeing the guy like he might turn into a serial killer any s
NarratorThe dinner was delicious. Zoe quietly sipped on her mushroom soup, but Xavier looked everywhere for clues. He had seen many shady people in his life and this old man was very shady. A lot of things he said did not match what Xavier was seeing around the cabin. The place was too well-kept for an old man's cabin in the woods. "So, your son's a mechanic?" Xavier started with small talk."Yes." The old man gave a short answer and focused on the toasted cheesy garlic bread on his plate. "Why settle in the woods where rarely any car passes? Why not get a job at some workshop in the town?" Xavier pushed casually."The road busier than you imagine. This is our family cabin. My grandfather built it. My ancestors were gatherers. Woods worked in our favor for generations. It was only honorable to stay." The old man did not meet Xavier's eyes while answering and Xavier found that odd. Usually, liars don't look in the eyes while talking.Xavier let Spike sniff out any suspicious scent
Zoe's POVWe'd just finished breakfast when some guy a few years younger than Xavier walked in, wiping grease-stained hands on his apron."Morning everyone," he said way too cheerfully.The old man jumped up to make coffee while the kid—who I assumed was the "son"—nodded at us before disappearing into his room. He came back a few minutes later in clean clothes, accepting the coffee like this was some perfectly normal morning."Your car's all fixed," he announced, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth.Xavier's eyes narrowed. "What was wrong with it?""Fried electronics. Common issue with modified older models." The kid shrugged like this wasn't suspicious as hell.I got up to grab my coat from the guest room, but froze when I heard the old man slide something across the table."What's this?" Xavier's voice had that dangerous calm tone."Your bill," the old man said like this was completely normal.I turned just in time to see Xavier's face go through five different emotions."Bill?" h
The sun had disappeared by the time we made the U-turn toward the coordinates from Mom's envelope. The fancy wax seal matched the wooden box it came from - some intricate design neither of us recognized.My stomach dropped when the GPS led us to an elite nightclub. The kind with velvet ropes and bouncers who'd laugh at you without a membership. We idled in the parking lot, engine running, while I tried to process this.Why would Mom send her little girl to a nightclub in Kansas?Xavier went to make some calls - probably his pack contacts - while I dug through my phone for info. When he came back, he voiced exactly what I'd been thinking: "We should get a hotel. Research this. There's no way your mom meant for you to come here."I pulled out without answering. Yeah, I was curious who he'd called, but asking would show I still cared. And I wasn't ready to admit that.Next stop: a dingy diner parking lot."I thought we were getting a hotel," Xavier said as I killed the engine.I shot him
"I'm showering," I announced the second we got to our room, already heading for the bathroom before Xavier could respond.The hot water helped wash away some of the road grime, but not the weight pressing on my chest. Where even was home anymore? I couldn't go back to either of my old packs like nothing happened. As steam filled the tiny bathroom, a hazy memory surfaced - a woman in a blue sundress, the fabric dancing in the wind. She called my name with that warm, safe voice I could barely remember anymore.Mom.I hadn't seen a photo of her in years. Hadn't heard her voice since childhood. All that remained was this ghost of a feeling - the love we'd shared before she disappeared.Shutting off the water, I realized my mistake. In my hurry to escape Xavier, I'd left my damn clothes bag on the bed. Perfect. Now what? Call for him like some helpless pup? Or walk out in a towel like it's no big deal?It should've been no big deal. He'd seen everything before. But everything was different
I woke up pressed against something firm but warm. Definitely not a pillow.Then the scent hit me - cedar and leather with that underlying musk that was unmistakably Xavier. My eyes flew open to find my face buried in his chest, one arm slung possessively across his torso, our legs tangled together like we'd been wrestling in our sleep.Oh. Hell. No.I tried to subtly extract myself, but his thighs were like steel traps pinning me in place."Watching you squirm is adorable," Xavier's sleep-rough voice rumbled above me. "But I've been awake for twenty minutes."I jerked back like he'd electrocuted me. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?""That's funny," he smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. His hair was deliciously messy, morning stubble shadowing his jaw. "Last I checked, you're the one who begged me to stay."My face burned. "I would never—"'Actually,' Dahlia piped up in my head, 'you totally did. Clung to his arm like a koala. It was pathetic.'Traitorous wolf.Xavier's
That voice..."Who is it?""AlphaXS32," Xavier answered.The door swung wider. The woman inside—veiled, draped in bohemian nonsense—turned away without looking at us. "Lock it behind you."Every hair on my arms stood up. I didn't know her... but I knew her. The way she moved. That voice. Even through the ridiculous costume, something screamed familiar.Her "apartment" looked like a witch's flea market exploded—herbs dangling from the ceiling, a cauldron bubbling over fake flames, pentagrams drawn in what I hoped was ketchup. She gestured vaguely at the clutter. "Sit somewhere."Then she turned. Our eyes met. A feather slipped from her fingers."MJ?" The name left my lips before I could stop it."Zo?" Her voice cracked.Xavier's head whipped between us. "Maisie?"Time stopped. The veil came off, revealing my best friend's face—paler than I remembered, dark circles under those mismatched eyes, but undeniably her.We crashed together like colliding stars. I clung to her, breathing in the
Xavier went scarily still. I squeezed Maisie's hand. "How long did you stay after?""One more day." Her laugh was hollow. "Stupid, right? I knew better but... he said he'd come back."A chill crawled down my spine. "What happened that night?""The knocking started." Maisie's pupils dilated at the memory. "Luca had a key. I didn't answer."Xavier frowned. "Good. Those doors are spelled. No wolf could—""They broke it down." Maisie's whisper cut through him.Impossible. Those safehouses could withstand a charging rhino. "How many?" I asked.Maisie shuddered. "A dozen. Maybe two.""Two dozen werewolves strong enough to break spelled doors," Xavier repeated slowly.I wrapped an arm around Maisie's shoulders as she trembled. "You're safe now. We've got you."But Xavier's gaze had turned glacial. "Maisie." His voice could've frozen hell. "How did you escape that?"The room temperature seemed to drop. Maisie shrank under his stare."Xavier!" I snapped. "Back off."He ignored me, leaning in.
Zoe's POVI sighed and sat down on the bench beside her. I went there for a reason, I was going to see it through."You say that when you know that not only we weren't aware of the Blood Contract, we were a little busy not knowing you even existed. Excuse us for wanting to accept our fated mates and
Zoe's POVI was braiding the hair on the edge of my shaved scalp when Olivia rang the intercom. Xavier walked out of the wardrobe with a spring in his step and let Olivia in, who rolled in a trolley of steaming breakfast.It was Xavier's idea to have breakfast in the bedroom. He said he wanted to sp
Zoe's POVWhen I woke up next, my head felt like I had been hit by a truck. Xavier's arm rested on my belly as he lay deeply asleep beside me. It was strange to wake up to him after spending weeks of him coming and going while I slept. I took the time to cherish his touch and light breath. He looke
Zoe's POVMy head was pounding. It was like someone had cracked open my skull and was performing brain surgery without anesthesia. It was torture. I wanted to yell,' Stop it,' and I think I said something, but different words were coming out.I tried to yell. I knew Xavier was holding me, but every
Xavier's POVMy head was fuzzy. I was trying so hard to focus on the conversations around me. It was like I had been underwater and just resurfaced. The light, the sounds, the colors, everything felt weird. I blinked as I tried to focus on the fork in my hand. I whispered to Zoe, "Please get ready
Zoe's POVThat night, I stayed up and waited for Xavier. He took his time coming to the bedroom. He must've thought that I was asleep, and that's exactly what I pretended. But, I had a theory and I was about to test it out.I stayed still, kept my heartbeat calm, and eyes closed. Until Xavier went t
Zoe's POVWhen Xavier and I walked in hand in hand, every jaw in the dining hall dropped, but no one was as shocked as Blondie, who entered after us. She must've been waiting for him when he was walking me to the dining hall. She swallowed her shock and forced herself to sit on the opposite end of t
Zoe's POVFinding friendship with Alyssa was one of the strangest things that happened to me that week. Since then, I saw less and less of Xavier. He came to the room when I was already asleep and often left before I had woken up. We missed that one meal we used to share before the coronation.He sp
Zoe's POVThe conversation with Xavier was the hardest I've ever had with anyone. He was acting like I was just another wolf in his pack that he was responsible for. The only emotion I got from him was regarding the baby but even that was fleeting. I was so bewildered that I ended up asking, "Are y