ログインOLIVIA The sun was warm on my face, the kind of warm that promised summer was finally here to stay. I stood on the balcony of the pack house, looking out over the territory that had become my home, my responsibility, my heart. Below, wolves moved through their daily routines—training, trading, laughing, living. It was peaceful. It was ordinary. It was everything I had never dared to hope for.Five years. It had been five years since that night. Five years since the shadows had come, since Grandma had sacrificed herself to destroy Thorne, since I had held my newborn children in my arms and wondered if we would ever be safe again.We were safe now. Thorne was gone—really gone, not hiding, not waiting, just... gone. The pack had healed, slowly, painfully, but it had healed. And I had healed with it."Mommy! Mommy, look!"I smiled, turning away from the railing. Thomas was running across the balcony, his dark hair flying, his amber eyes bright with excitement. He was five now, tall for h
OLIVIA "I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time," he said, walking toward me..His steps were slow, deliberate, savoring. "Decades, Olivia. Longer than you can imagine.""Stay away from her." Madison stepped in the room and stood front of me, her body shaking but her voice steady. "Killian is coming. He'll—""Killian is busy." Thorne waved a hand, and Madison flew sideways, slamming into the wall.She crumpled to the floor, unconscious."Madison!" I started toward her, but his hand closed around my arm, yanking me back."She's fine. Sleeping." His grip was iron, his face inches from mine. "I need you awake for this. I need you to see.""I don't understand." The words came out broken, desperate. "Why? Why would you—you're his father. You're supposed to—""I'm not his father." The words were flat, final. "I wore his father's face because it was convenient. Because it let me watch. Let me wait. Let me learn everything I needed to know about the woman I'd been waiting for."
OLIVIA The pain was a living thing, a fire that consumed everything I was and remade me into something new. I screamed, my voice raw, my body shaking, my hands gripping the edges of the bed until my knuckles went white."Push, Luna! Push!"The midwife's voice was distant, muffled by the roaring in my ears. I couldn't. I couldn't do this. The pain was too much, too vast, too endless.“No!” I cried. "You can. You're almost there. Push!"Another wave crashed over me. I bore down, screaming, my vision going white. The pain was endless, timeless, a sea of fire that I was drowning in.Normally, a human pregnancy took nine months. But we were werewolves. Our bodies moved faster, healed faster, grew faster. Three months. That was all it took for my pups to be ready. Three months, and now they were fighting their way into the world, and I was fighting to survive them."The head is out, Luna! One more push! One more!"“Goddess, I really can't—” *You can. * Zoey's voice was faint, but fierce.
OLIVIA The doctor's office was bright and clean, the walls painted a soft blue that was supposed to be calming. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching the dust motes that danced in the air. I sat in the chair across from Dr. Mears, my hands folded in my lap, my heart beating so loud I was sure she could hear it.She was an older woman, with silver-streaked hair and kind eyes that crinkled when she smiled. She'd been the pack healer for decades, had delivered half the pups in the territory, had seen everything there was to see. But when she looked at me, there was something in her expression that made my breath catch."Well," she said, setting down her clipboard. "The pups are healthy. Strong. Growing exactly as they should."The air rushed out of my lungs. "They're okay? Both of them?"Dr. Mears smiled. "Both of them. Very active, very stubborn, very much their father's children." She paused, her eyes twinkling. "They also seem to have their mother's will to survive. Whatever
OLIVIA The night was cold, but I barely felt it. I stood outside the hut, my arms wrapped around myself, my eyes fixed on the dark path that wound through the village and disappeared into the forest beyond. The moon was full, hanging low over the mountains, its light silvering the rooftops and casting long shadows across the dirt.He's coming, I told myself. He's coming. He's coming. He's coming.The words were a prayer, a promise, a lifeline I clung to in the darkness.Denika appeared in the doorway, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. "Olivia, come inside. It's cold. You'll make yourself sick."I shook my head, not looking away from the path. "I'm fine. I just need to wait.""You've been waiting for hours. The helicopter might not come tonight. The mountains are dangerous after dark, and the—""They'll come." My voice was sharp, cutting. I softened it. "He'll come."Denika was quiet for a moment. Then she sighed, the way she always did when she knew she wasn't going to win an arg
KILLIAN The papers were scattered across the living room floor like fallen leaves. Maps, photographs, old case files, handwritten notes—everything I'd gathered on Kane Ashford over the past weeks, spread out in a chaotic circle around me. I knelt in the center of it all, my fists clenched, my jaw tight, my mind racing.Kane was never a person. He was never born, never lived, never existed.My father's words echoed in my head, over and over, until I thought I'd go mad.Not real. How could someone be not real? He had a face, an identity, a history. He had practiced as a therapist for years. He had treated dozens of patients, built a reputation, made a life. How could all of that be nothing?But the file didnt lie. Kane Ashford indeed died. I picked up a photograph, one of the few we'd found of Kane in his office. His face stared back at me, handsome, professional, utterly ordinary. There was nothing remarkable about him. Nothing to suggest the monster beneath.If he's not real, then w
OLIVIA Humiliation and arousal warred within me, the ache becoming a torment. I wanted to be mad. I wanted to tell him no. Having no choice, driven by a need stronger than pride, I slid down and onto my knees before him. I crawled the short distance, my eyes locked on his. “Please. Fuck me. I n
OLIVIA POV I didn’t know where I was going. I just walked, out of the grand front doors, down the steps, and onto a wide gravel path. The morning sun was warm, the sky a perfect blue. Killian’s pack lands were breathtaking. Vast, rolling green fields gave way to dense, dark forests. In the distan
OLIVIAThe hall had gone so quiet I could hear my own blood rushing in my ears.Eric and Killian circled each other like storms about to crash.Eric, wiping blood from his mouth, his eyes glowing that sickly, furious blue. Killian, still as a mountain, his grey eyes tracking Eric’s every twitch wit
OLIVIA After his threat hung in the air, heavy and thick, Killian didn’t give me time to think.He crashed his lips down on mine, catching me off-guard. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claiming, hungry and punishing, his tongue sweeping in to dominate. Goddess, he tasted—so sweet, additive, all male—it







