LOGINThe second I opened the front door of the packhouse, I heard laughter coming from upstairs. From the Luna's Sacred Chamber.
My anger flared instantly.
That chamber had been sealed for twenty-five years only opened when a Luna carried the pack's heirs. Three months ago, when the pack elders learned I was pregnant with twins, they'd performed the ancient ceremony to open it for me. Damon had stood beside me that day, his hand on the sacred birthing bed. "This is where our pups will be born," he'd promised. "Where they'll receive every Luna's blessing."
And now he wanted to give that to Sophia?
Fury surged through me. I stormed down the hallway and up the stairs, swinging the door open,only to find Sophia lying in the Luna's birthing bed. The bed where every Reed Alpha had been born for ten generations.
"This room is incredible, Damon," she purred, running her hand over the ancient headboard. "My pup will be so blessed to be born in this sacred space."
I yanked her up without thinking, rage burning in my chest. But before I could get a word out, Damon grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from her.
"What is wrong with you? You act like a lunatic the second you walk in," he snapped. But when he saw the tears in my eyes, he hesitated,his grip loosening just a little.
"Are you really giving her this chamber?" I asked, my voice raw and broken.
Damon frowned and said"Sophia said she felt called to it. It's not a big deal if she uses it."
"Do you remember when the elders opened this room for me? When they performed the Luna's Blessing ceremony? You promised me"
"Enough, Aria!" he cut me off, irritated. "Everything you've done these past few days has been disappointing. If you keep acting like this, I'll have to reconsider whether this marriage should even continue." He paused, eyes cold. "You don't want your pups to be born without a father, do you?"
He was threatening me with rejection.
Looking at his face, the way he turned away when he was done with an argument, I felt the memories crumble. All his promises, all his whispered vows about treasuring me and our pups forever.
He once said this chamber would always belong to our babies. He said he would protect our family for the rest of his life.
And yet here we were.
I didn't say anything else. I turned around and walked out, numb. My hand instinctively cradled my belly, feeling my twins flutter restlessly inside me.
"Don't worry, babies,we don't need that room. I'll find us somewhere better."
Behind me, Damon stood frozen, watching me walk away. That same flicker of guilt from the hospital flashed across his face again sharp and quick, then buried.
But as Sophia called out to him from the chamber, he turned and went back to her.
Later, when I was alone in what used to be our bedroom, I heard them talking through the walls. Their voices carried clearly, and every word felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
"The energy in that room is perfect for childbirth," Sophia was saying. "I can feel how powerful it is. My pup is already responding to it."
"I'm glad," Damon replied, his voice soft with affection. "You deserve to have the best for our baby."
Our baby. Not her baby. Ours.
I pressed my ear to the wall, hating myself but unable to stop listening.
"Aria seemed so upset," Sophia continued, false concern dripping from her words. "I hope she understands that you're just being practical. After all, my due date is earlier than hers now."
"She'll get over it. Aria's always been dramatic about these things."
"Still, I feel terrible taking something that was meant for her. Maybe I should"
"No," Damon said firmly. "You're not going anywhere. That chamber should go to whoever needs it most. And frankly, you've been much easier to deal with during your pregnancy than she has."
I listened to him comfort her, the same gentle tone he used to use with me. Hearing his tenderness directed at another woman, I realized something that made my stomach turn.
Every kind word Damon had ever spoken to me during my pregnancy, every gentle touch, every moment of care it had all been practice. He was learning how to be a good mate and father with me, perfecting his technique so he wouldn't make mistakes when it really mattered.
When it was Sophia.
I was just his rehearsal. His chance to work out all the kinks before the real performance began.
The Luna's chamber that the elders had blessed for me? He'd always planned to give it to her. Every sacred tradition, every ancestral blessing, every promise he'd made it was all just words to keep me calm while he prepared for his real family.
I clenched my fists so tightly my nails drew blood. The pain in my chest was so intense I could barely breathe. All I could do was whisper to myself over and over that it was okay.
It was okay. Because soon, we'd be free of him.
Just me and my babies. And we'd be just fine.
The twins kicked, like they could hear me. Like they understood.
I wrapped my arms around my belly and held them close.
I stayed that way for a long time, until I could finally breathe again.
Until I could finally let go.
DAMON POVI woke up to the sound of Luna babbling.It took me a second to place the noise. Then the pain hit, a dull, heavy ache radiating through my ribs and shoulder, and a strange, persistent burning in the center of my chest.But underneath the pain, something else hummed. Steady. Warm. The mate bond.I opened my eyes.Aria was sitting beside the bed, our daughter balanced on her knee. Leo was asleep in a bassinet nearby. The room was quiet, bathed in the soft light of late afternoon.And Marcus was standing at the foot of the bed."Welcome back," he said quietly.I tried to sit up. Bad idea. The room tilted, and Aria's hand was immediately on my chest, pushing me gently back down."Don't," she said firmly. "Whitfield said you're not to move for at least another day.""I've had worse," I muttered, but I stayed down anyway. Mostly because the effort of arguing seemed insurmountable.Marcus stepped closer, his expression careful. "How do you feel?""Like I fell off a cliff."A faint
ARIA POV"Help him!" I screamed. "Someone help him now!"My voice tore through the silence of the battlefield, raw and desperate. I was on my knees in the dirt beside Damon, his head cradled in my lap, his face ashen. His breathing was shallow, ragged, each exhale sounding like it was fighting its way out of a crushed chest.Marcus and Torren were there in seconds. They lifted him carefully, his limbs hanging limp, and I couldn't stop the sob that ripped out of me at the sight of him so helpless."Inside," I ordered, my voice cracking. "Take him to Whitfield. Now."I followed them, my own legs barely holding me, my mind spinning with a terror that had nothing to do with the Elder or the Council or the curse. All I could see was Damon hitting the ground. All I could hear was the sickening thud of his body giving out.We laid him on the bed, the same bed where I'd woken up cured, where Dr. Whitfield had given me the Moonvine that had saved my life.Whitfield rushed in, his face grave, h
DAMON POVI didn't move.The power radiating off Aria was suffocating. It pressed against my chest, flattened the grass around us, and made my own curse fragment burn in response like a match held next to a furnace. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to step back, to shield myself, to let her do what she was born to do and incinerate the man who'd destroyed her mother.But I didn't step back.I stepped forward.Right into the path of her raised hand. Right between her and the Elder choking on the dirt behind me. Right into the center of that blinding, terrifying silver glow.I didn't do it for him.I did it for her.Because I knew what it cost to take a life in cold blood. I knew how the weight of it settled into your bones and never left, how it carved out a piece of your soul that you could never get back. Aria had already survived betrayal, abandonment, and a curse that had tried to eat her alive. She'd fought her way back from the edge of death with a strength I'd never seen
ARIA POV"Explain."The word came out low and deadly. The silver in my eyes hadn't faded. If anything, it burned brighter, fueled by the rage coursing through my veins.The Elder was still on his knees, trembling under the weight of my command, but that hateful smile hadn't left his face. "You already know," he spat. "You're living proof of it.""I want to hear it from you," I said. "Every detail. Why my mother? Why me?"Damon's warriors closed in tighter around us, a ring of claws and teeth waiting for a single reason to tear the Elder apart. Damon himself stood just behind my shoulder, bleeding, breathing hard, but radiating a deadly quiet that was somehow more terrifying than his earlier fury.The Elder looked around at the circle of wolves. His arrogance cracked. Just a fraction—a hairline fracture in the mask of superiority he'd worn since he walked onto this battlefield. He knew he wasn't walking out of here unless he gave us something."The White Wolf bloodline," he started, hi
ARIA POV"Step aside," the Elder said.The words weren't loud. They didn't need to be. They carried the crushing weight of an Alpha command, amplified by decades of Council authority. It pressed down on the air, demanding absolute submission.I felt Damon's body lock up.His muscles seized. The command slammed into him with a force that should have driven him to his knees. He had no title to shield him. By every law, he should have been forced aside.But he didn't move.His boots stayed planted in the dirt. His shoulders shook with the effort of resisting, breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts.The Elder's smile flickered. "I said, step aside."The command hit harder this time. Damon staggered half a step backward. I gasped, feeling the echo of it through our mate bond—a bond that was still fragile, still healing, but burning bright in this single, desperate moment.And that bond was the only thing keeping him upright. The Elder's command told his wolf to submit. But the fragment tol
ARIA POVI had lost count of bodies.They kept dropping all around me, one after the other, but no matter how many Torren, James and the few remaining warriors put down, twice as many replaced them.We were severely outnumbered.I could feel the last of my strength slipping away with every passing second. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely keep myself upright, my head still light from waking up only hours ago and the curse that had drained every drop of life from me for so long. I had fought with everything I had left in me. But there was nothing left anymore.And for the first time since this fight started, I was losing hope.Truly losing it.The warrior that had been trying to reach me for the past ten minutes finally shoved past James for a split second and his hand snatched onto my wrist, yanking me forward.They're going to take me.My heart plummeted to my stomach. If they got me out of this house, they would go straight for my twins next. And with Ella and the young







