Mag-log inThank you for reading. Please let me know your thoughts on the story so far. I really feel for Selena. Her struggles are something I relate to very well. But I wish she could just get out of her head for a moment to realize what she is doing to herself and Denver. Being sad and secluded doesn't always fix issues. Should we go for a double update?
Jameson.By the time I stepped out of the operating theatre, the tension that had been holding my shoulders tight for hours finally eased, if only slightly.It had gone well.Better than I had allowed myself to expect.Selena was stable. The procedure had been clean, controlled, exactly the way it should have been, and the twins—Two healthy boys.I could still hear the sound of their cries in my head, sharp and alive, cutting through the sterile quiet of the theatre in a way that had grounded something in me I hadn’t realized was unsettled.For a brief moment, I allowed myself to picture it.Selena is waking up.The confusion first. Then the realization. Then that quiet, soft smile I had seen only a handful of times, the one she didn’t give easily.It would be worth it.Everything she had pushed through. The exhaustion. The fear she never fully voiced. The way she carried more than she should have, even before the pregnancy.For a moment, I almost felt… satisfied.Then the doors at t
Selena.The room was quiet in a way I had come to depend on. Not empty, not lonely, just steady—the kind of quiet that gave my thoughts space to settle without rushing me.Books were spread across the bed around me, some open, others turned over with folded pages marking where I had stopped when exhaustion caught up with me. My notes lay beside them, messy but familiar, the ink slightly smudged where my hand had dragged across the page too many times.I shifted carefully, pressing one hand against the small of my back as I adjusted my position. Pregnancy had changed everything, not all at once, but enough that nothing felt entirely mine anymore. My body felt heavier these days, not just in weight, but in a way that made every movement something I had to think through first. Sitting, standing, turning, and even breathing sometimes felt deliberate.My gaze dropped to my stomach.Full. Tight. Alive.The scan had confirmed it months ago, but the reality still hadn’t settled in the way i
Denver.The staff was already gathered in the main hall, waiting in that quiet, deliberate way that told me everything had been arranged before I got there.I didn’t need anyone to tell me my mother was behind it. The arrangement had her fingerprints all over it—neat, controlled, unnecessary.I had told her I didn’t want a ceremony. Not today. Not for this. Not for something that still didn’t feel settled.It wasn’t denial.It also wasn’t accepted.I wasn’t about to let them turn something uncertain into something permanent just because it made things easier to manage.She called it tradition.I called it pressure dressed up as duty.Still, she had insisted I be present.“For appearance,” she said, like that ended the conversation.It always did with her. She spoke as if disagreement was just another detail I would eventually learn to ignore.So I came.Talia stood near the center of the hall with her parents.I noticed the change immediately.Her pregnancy was no longer something sub
Denver.Five cycles.I didn’t need anyone to tell me how much time had passed since my last meeting with the council of Alphas. The implications of their warning follow me everywhere. I could barely close my eyes to sleep, not when I kept waking up like something had been taken while I wasn’t looking. Even my body had started acting like rest wasn’t necessary anymore.Every lead followed the same pattern—reports that sounded certain until they weren’t, scents that faded before they could settle into anything real, names that turned out to belong to someone else.It was always close enough to keep me moving, but never enough to finish it.I had men covering territories that didn’t even concern us—calling in favors I don’t give. Watching places I shouldn’t have to care about.Yet, nothing. At some point, I stopped calling it a coincidence. Every lead felt like I was always one step too late. Like someone had already moved her before I got there.I stood in my office, one hand braced
Denver.The drive back to the pack was quiet in a way that didn’t settle anything inside me. It wasn’t peace. It wasn’t peace. It was the kind of silence that makes you realize you’ve been holding your breath longer than you meant to. Everything I’d been pushing down was still there, pressing against the inside of my ribs like it wanted out.Selena.Her name lingered in my thoughts. I could have sworn I almost found her. She felt so close, yet so out of reach.By the time the pack gates opened and I drove through, I had already forced that weight back into place.I saw it in the guards before I even reached them. That quick straightening. That shift like they were bracing for my mood more than my presence.I kept moving until the main estate came into view, and that was when I felt it.Not tension.Arrangement.Something deliberate is waiting for me.The hall felt off before I even stepped fully in. Too arranged. Too still. Like it had been reset for something I wasn’t part of.The C
Talia.By the time I got back, the anger I had brought with me had settled into something colder.What happened in Denver’s pack wasn’t just rejection, it was dismissal. The kind that strips everything down to nothing and leaves you standing there with no ground to recover on.And I refused to sit with that.If he wasn’t going to play his part, then the person who dragged me into this needed to answer for it.Christopher.The name alone tightened something in my chest as I made my way toward his quarters, my steps quicker than usual, my thoughts no longer careful or measured.Thinking hadn’t helped. Nothing had gone the way it was supposed to.Nothing.I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Then stopped.Not because I didn’t understand what I was seeing, but because I hadn’t expected it to look so careless.Christopher lay stretched across the bed, completely at ease, like nothing outside that room existed, like nothing was unraveling. Like none of this mattered.A
Denver.I had followed her without being seen, moments after she left my room.Old habits. Old instincts. Something told me Christopher might want to get back at her, and I was not about to let that happen.When she first entered her room, I thought my concerns were unfounded for a moment, until I
Selena.By the time I reach my room, my hands are still shaking.Not from fear.From him.From the way Alpha Denver’s fingers had barely brushed my skin and yet left a burn that refuses to fade. From the restraint in his eyes, the battle he fought so openly frightened me more than Christopher’s crue
Denver.I woke that morning to the sound of someone knocking on the door.I groaned, unwilling to open my eyes for another hour or two, but when the door opened and my beta walked in, I knew sleep was done for.“Good morning, Alpha,” Jacob greeted as he stepped further into the room.“Good morning,
SelenaI saw them before they saw me.They were hidden in a dark corner off the west corridor, where the torchlight barely reached and the stone walls swallowed every sound. My stomach clenched before I even realized I’d stopped walking.Christopher has Joyce pressed against the wall, his mouth on







