ログイン╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Jeremiah's POV╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧Selena was a dead weight in my arms, but Frost wouldn't let me put her down, not for a second. Water poured off her, soaking through the shirt I had just thrown on, but I didn’t give a damn.Her foot bled like a stuck pig through the makeshift bandage. Goddess, that kiss…not a kiss, more like a goddamn breath-share, but it seared my lips like a brand.Mate. Mate in danger. "She’s going to die,” Frost had screeched in my head and had taken me over. The thought of losing her…it was enough to turn me feral.Knee-deep water shook around me as I slogged toward the gates. The packhouse was behind me, half-drowned, a monument to our failure to stop the flood from coming.Headlights cut through the downpour, spotlighting the pathetic little crowd waiting for me: Brandon, Derek, looking smug as usual, Olivia, and a few piss-ant warriors. Safe and sound, for now, while my mate was nearly dead in my arms.Fucking wond
╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV╰─..★.──────────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ The sound of heavy rain woke me from my nightmare. Ever since I had moved into this packhouse, I hadn’t been sleeping worth a damn. Some nights, I didn’t sleep at all thanks to the endless nightmares. About losing it all to Alpha Dominic, no less. I had no idea when the last time I had slept properly was, but the goddamn thunderstorm outside saved me from that particular bad dream.After Brandon dropped the bomb about the contract, the insomnia had gotten worse. Grace's texts burned behind my eyelids. She hadn't stopped apologizing since that day. I should have fired her ass. For the past week, Jacob had been hellbent on making my life a living hell for no reason. Calling me his father's mistress, skipping classes, throwing tantrums. One time, he came home with a gash on his forehead and blamed it on me, saying I was abusive, just so Alpha Jeremiah would fire me. But Jeremiah hadn't believed him.And as for me and Jac
╭──────༺♡༻──────╮Alpha Dominic's POV╰──────༺♡༻──────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ONE WEEK LATERHeavy rain hammered the roof of the packhouse like a thousand fucking war drums. The sound, a relentless, thunderous cacophony, drowned out everything else. Until the sound of rushing water assaulted my ears. Even in my sleep, I couldn't ignore it. A drop of cold, unwelcome water landed on my face, jolting me awake.I sat up, heart pounding, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth.The flood.Flynn had warned me. Ranting about some storm vision, acting like he had suddenly become a goddamn seer. I had laughed it off and told him to lay off the whiskey.Now, the water was seeping under my bedroom door, cold and merciless, turning my expensive carpet into a soggy mess."Shit," I growled, tossing aside the covers.The packhouse was flooding, and it was happening fast. Too goddamn fast. All I could hear was the river roaring outside, swollen and pissed off, like the moon goddess herself had decided
╭──────────.★..─╮Selena's POV╰─..★.──────────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧I shoved the door open, stepping inside like I was marching to war. Alpha Jeremiah looked up from his desk, those golden eyes locking onto mine instantly. The air shifted, thick with his scent, cedar, sandalwood, and alpha power. It hit me low in the gut, same as always. And I fucking hated it."Scarlett." He leaned back in his chair, calm as ever. "You look like you are about to shift and tear the room apart. What happened? Did you like my gift?"I opened my mouth to speak, the words right there at the tip of my tongue: Your Luna's fucking Derek in one of the rooms, and your son is a disgusting little shit who doesn't respect anyone or anything. And as for the gift, that jerk burned it.But nothing came out. I wasn't a snitch. Never had been. And telling him felt…wrong. Like I would be lowering myself to their level, gossiping about his marriage like some jealous mate. Even if seeing it made me feel dirty, hot, and confused all
╭──────────.★..─╮Selena's POV╰─..★.──────────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧I stood in front of the easel in the sunlit art room, paint-stained apron tied tight around my waist. Trying to get my shit together. The scent of turpentine and fresh canvas usually calmed me, but today it did jack shit. I was fucking livid about what Jacob had done this morning, taking the expensive golden brush his father had gifted me, out of the blue, no less, and calling me a whore for accepting it. And then burning it. Now he was back from school, and I was supposed to teach him.I had nearly shifted right there and taught him a lesson, but I held it together. Alpha Jeremiah wanted me to handle his son's attitude through art and said it would teach him discipline and patience. Yeah, right. Now it felt more like a punishment for me.Jacob lounged at his station like he owned the place, charcoal smudged on his fingers. The same smug tilt to his mouth. He was supposed to be working on shading techniques, basic value scales,
╭──────༺♡༻──────╮Alpha Flynn's POV╰──────༺♡༻──────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧The bathroom door shook under my fists. God, my knuckles were starting to hurt. Anna's sobs echoed from the other side, now muffled by the door and the running water she had just cranked on.“Angel, please. Open up for Daddy. I swear, I'm not here to fight. Dom is gone. It's just me now, so open up, will you?” My voice shook.The whiskey from last night was burning in my throat, making me feel ten times worse.Self-harm?The words slammed into my skull, a brutal, sickening wave. How the fuck had I missed this? I had always been the fun one, the spoiler. Maybe that’s why I had never seen that side, and besides, I was rarely at home for the kids, spending most of my time drowning in booze, crying over a woman that was never mine, that I could never have. And besides, even though I didn’t officially adopt the kids, Selena just put their names under mine due to our shotgun marriage. Ever since she was tossed out of our lives, I







