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 “That day, I got a call. From Benita. She was hysterical. Said she and my friend had been taken by a rival club. The Viper’s Nest.” He swallowed hard. “Like a fool, I went alone. No backup. No plan. Just rage and fear for them.”He turned his head to look at me, his eyes bleak. “The owner o
OLIVIAThe black dress I chose was simple. Long sleeves, a high neckline and the back was designed with elegant strings. When I looked in the mirror, I looked extraordinary beautiful. It felt good.I took a deep breath, the scent of the bedroom filling my lungs. Tonight was the werewolf auction und
OLIVIA We walked up the steps together. Two men in black suits stood at the double doors. They bowed slightly to Killian, didn’t even look at me, and opened the doors.Inside, the venue was opulent and overwhelming. Crystal chandeliers dripped from a high ceiling, illuminating a main floor buzzin
KILLIAN The music was too loud. The laughter was too sharp. The air in the VIP balcony was thick with the scent of ambition, expensive perfume, and for me, a growing sense of wrongness.I kept one part of my mind on the conversation with Roderick—border disputes, trade agreements, the tedious danc







