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Selena. "What I am saying is that things did not happen the way you were told they did.”My chest tightened so hard it almost hurt.I stared at Jameson, waiting for him to continue, but before he could say another word, the office door suddenly opened behind me.Hard enough to make me turn instinctively.My mother walked in first.Talia followed closely behind her.The second my mother saw me standing there, her entire expression darkened as my existence alone offended her.“Well,” she said sharply, her gaze dragging over me. “I should have known.”I straightened slowly, forcing my face blank even as my pulse began climbing again.“What are you doing here?” she demanded.The disgust in her voice hit the same way it always had.Hostile.Familiar.I swallowed once before answering carefully.“I was invited.”My mother let out a short laugh that carried no humor at all.“Invited?” she repeated. “Into your sister’s home?”My jaw tightened.“This isn’t her home.”“It is now,” Talia said c
Selena.The pack hospital smelled the same.Antiseptic.Cold air.That faint metallic sharpness that never really leaves medical spaces no matter how clean they are.For a moment, I just sat there in the office that they had prepared for me with Alec’s file resting on my lap. Going through the medical records of my ex’s son felt strange. Stranger still because he was supposed to be my nephew.I exhaled slowly before dragging my attention back to the file before opening it. Alec Denver.Seven years old.Chronic cardiac instability.Repeated fatigue episodes.Irregular wolf development patterns.My eyes moved slowly over every report Jameson had allowed me access to earlier that morning, but the more I read, the less sense it made medically.Because physically—There was almost nothing truly wrong with the child.Not enough to explain this level of deterioration.His organs were functioning.His blood work wasn’t catastrophic.Even the structure of his heart didn’t fully support the s
Denver.I barely had enough sleep the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of the ballroom again. Gold lights. Crowds. Selena was standing across the room, looking as if seven years had never passed.And every single time I reached her in my head—I woke up.By morning, exhaustion sat behind my eyes like a second pulse.I was already in my office when Alec wandered in.The sunlight spilling through the tall windows caught the edges of his curls as he stepped quietly into the room, still dressed in sleep clothes, one sock half-falling off his foot. Usually, he moved carefully in the mornings. Slow. Tired before the day even fully began.Today was different.I noticed it immediately.His eyes were brighter.There was color in his face that hadn’t been there yesterday.“Morning,” I said, leaning back slightly in my chair.“Morning.”He climbed onto the couch near the fireplace without being asked, pulling one knee up loosely as he looked at me with an excitement he w
Selena.By the time I made it back to the hotel suite, the quiet felt almost unreal after the noise downstairs.The soft click of the door shutting behind me seemed louder than it should have been.For a second, I just stood there.Breathing.Trying to settle myself back into something normal again.The lights near the bed were dimmed low, casting soft gold across the room, and Maxwell was curled beneath the blankets exactly where I had left him earlier.At least that was what I thought initially.Then my eyes caught the empty chip bags scattered across the bedside table.I stared at them for a moment before a small breath escaped me.So he had definitely woken up at some point.I moved closer quietly, brushing a few curls away from his forehead before straightening again.My gaze drifted toward the window afterward, toward the city lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass.And before I could stop myself—I thought about him again.Denver.Seven years.Seven whole years, and someho
Denver.By the time I made it back downstairs, the party had already swallowed itself whole again.Music rolled through the ballroom beneath low conversation and clinking glasses, the kind of polished atmosphere designed to make powerful people feel untouchable.Normally, it would have meant nothing to me.Tonight, I barely noticed it.The second I stepped back into the ballroom, I saw her again.Selena.Across the room.Alive.Real.Not a scent disappearing down empty hallways or a presence I convinced myself I imagined.Her.She stood near one of the marble columns speaking to a small group from the medical delegation, calm and composed in that quiet way she always carried herself. The soft gold lighting caught against her hair every time she turned her head slightly, and for a moment, the rest of the room faded badly enough that I almost forgot where I was.Seven years.And somehow my body still recognized her before my mind fully caught up.Something tightened painfully beneath my
Third Person POV:“Tell me what you did with my child.”Talia’s lips parted, but no sound came out immediately.For the first time since he had known her, Christopher watched real fear move across her face without disguise. Not manipulation. Not a strategy. Fear.The corridor suddenly felt too narrow, like the walls were closing around the rage climbing up his throat.“Christopher,” she said quietly, “lower your voice.”His laugh came out rougher than intended.“You lied to me for seven years.”Her eyes flicked once toward Alec’s suite door before returning to him quickly. “Not here.”That only made something uglier twist inside him.Not here.As though the location was the problem.As though the fact that she had built an entire lie around another man’s child was something secondary.“Where is my son?” he repeated.Talia swallowed hard enough for him to notice.Then she finally said the words that changed everything.“He died.”Christopher went completely still.The hallway noise fade
Selena.They returned me to my room without ceremony.No apology. No explanation. Just a pair of guards walking me back through halls I knew too well, their footsteps echoing as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As if I had not been locked away beneath the ground and forgotten.The door
Denver.The door closes behind her with a soft sound that lingers longer than it should.I remain where I am, my gaze fixed on the grain of the desk, a copy of the contract still lying open where I placed it. I do not move. I do not exhale. Years of command have taught me how to sit with decisions
Selena. I didn’t sleep last night. I kept turning in bed until morning came, my thoughts running in circles.I couldn’t stop thinking about what Denver might want from me. What kind of offer could he possibly make?I didn’t have to wait long.Not long after sunrise, a maid knocked on my door and t
Trigger warnings: This chapter contains physical assault, threats, and parental betrayal.-----Selena.Christopher found me the next morning.I felt it the moment the guards outside my door shifted, their posture changing in that subtle way that meant someone important had arrived. Someone they ans







