LOGINXARION’S POV
The last place I expected to see Megan was here.
In Arkon General Hospital, with two pups who look like me.
I don’t breathe for a full second as I stare at her. She looks really different. Fierce. And more beautiful than I remember, but her beauty has a sharp edge now.
Her eyes are full of fire and fury. She doesn’t look like the woman I once knew.
I take a step towards her, my voice low and rough from the shock, “Megan,”
But she moves quickly and pulls the two children behind her like I’m some kind of monster.
That breaks something inside me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps, her voice laced with venom as her hazel eyes burn into me.
I open my mouth to reply but she doesn’t wait for an answer.
“No, actually… I don’t care. Just leave.”
Her voice is filled with intense anger, like she's finally releasing years of held back emotions.
I freeze as I feel the air become heavy with tension. Then my eyes drop to the two kids hiding behind her legs.
The little girl looks at me curiously and the boy glares like he’s trying to protect her. There’s something so familiar about them.
I initially didn’t come here for Megan. I didn’t even know she was here. I was on my way out after checking on one of my pack elders, Elder Johnson, who had been injured while trying to settle a border fight with the Scar Ridge Pack.
I hate hospitals, always have, but I owed the old wolf a visit.
And then… I saw them.
The two kids were bickering over a crumpled drawing in the hallway, right near the elevator. Just kids being kids. But something in me changed. My wolf went from drowsy to feral quickly.
“Mine!”
That was all he kept growling. Mine. Ours.
And when I asked the children who they were here with, they said, “Our mommy.”
I never expected “mommy” to be Megan.
And now, I'm standing in front of a woman whose hatred for me is so strong and deadly.
My voice is barely above a whisper as I bring myself to ask, “Are they…?”
“Don’t,” Megan snaps before I can even finish. “Don’t you dare ask me that. You lost the right to ask anything when you stood there and told Doctor Phillips to do ‘you know what’.”
I close my eyes for half a second, and the memory crashes into me like a slap to the face.
I know I told Megan to abort her pregnancy.
But she doesn't know it wasn't because Danielle was back or because I didn't want the child. Goddess, never. I’d wanted that child more than anything.
But the prophecy from my pack seer, Hyram, rang in my head,
“If she gets pregnant and carries your pup to term, she will die. Her body cannot handle it. Make sure she doesn’t get pregnant, Alpha, or you’ll lose both her and the child.”
I was trying to protect her. Even if it meant destroying myself in the process.
The guilt wraps around my throat like a snake.
“Megan, but…”
“Save it.” She turns her back to me and crouches down to her children. “Mave, May, we’re leaving.”
“But Mommy…” the little boy starts. “What about Grandpa’s card? We haven’t given it to him yet.” He holds up a colorful paper in his small hand.
“Another time, sweetheart,” Megan says gently, brushing his hair back. “Let’s go.”
My heart skips a beat and I take a step forward. “Please, just give me five minutes. We need to talk. Alone.”
“Talk?” she scoffs as she narrows her eyes. “About what? How you treated me while I was still with you?”
Her voice cracks, just a bit, and it hurts me.
“Megan…” Her father speaks weakly from the hospital bed behind her. “Maybe… maybe you should let him explain…”
“Don’t, Dad.” She swiftly turns to look at him with a fierce voice. “Don’t defend him. You warned me once, remember? You were right.”
I wince at her words.
Just then, she grabs the kids’ hands and starts walking towards the door.
I move after her. “Megan, wait.”
She doesn’t stop.
I follow her out into the hallway, past the nurses who glance at us with curiosity, and then out into the bright hospital parking lot.
A black SUV is already waiting.
The driver, a tall, broad-shouldered wolf, nods as Megan approaches and opens the door.
She helps the twins into the backseat and then moves to follow.
But I catch up, grabbing her wrist before she can step in.
Her skin is warm under my palm, but the look she gives me is colder than ice.
“Please, Megan,” I whisper. “Don’t shut me out. Just let me explain.”
“Let you what?” she spits, ripping her arm free. “Explain why you chose Danielle over me? Why you treated me like trash? Why you tried to kill the only part of you that was ever worth a damn?”
I can’t breathe.
She steps back, her voice shaking now. “You stay away from me, Xarion. From them. From everything. They're not yours if that's what you wanted to hear.”
Her eyes flash for a split second, and I see a golden flare pulse, but it dies. Just as quickly, her irises dull back to hazel.
My heart sinks because this could only mean one thing.
Oh goddess. She’s not wolfless. She must've lied back then that she was. But why?
Megan opens the door and slides inside, slamming it behind her.
I watch helplessly as the SUV drives away, the tires crunching over gravel. The twins turn to look out the back window.
The boy’s piercing blue eyes meet mine just for a second and my wolf growls again.
I clench my fists at my sides as my heart races.
They’re mine. They must be. I feel it in every bone in my body. The boy’s eyes, the girl’s scent… they’re my pups.
And she’s been raising them alone for four years.
The guilt hits me hard.
I can’t lose her again. I can’t lose them. No matter what.
Immediately, I take a deep breath, shutting out the roaring in my chest, and open a mind-link.
“Andrew,” I say.
“What is it, Alpha?” My beta’s respond instantly.
I stare at the road, my heart pounding as I order, “I need you to do something for me. Now.”
VANCE'S POVThe day before yesterday was a good day.That's what I wake up thinking, which is a nice change from the last several weeks, when my first thought has usually been some combination of concern, frustration, or the specific low-level anxiety that comes from watching someone you care about be in danger and not being able to do much about it.Megan cried in my arms the day before yesterday, and I held her. By the time she pulled back, her eyes were clearer, some of the tension had left her shoulders, and she looked like someone who had finally put down some of the weight she'd been carrying.That felt like progress.It felt like one of those moments that slowly changes things between two people, the kind of closeness you can't force or rush.Megan doesn't let people in easily. I've gathered that much over the months I've known her. She has walls that would impress a medieval architect, and the day before yesterday, she let one of them down. Even if it didn't stay down for lon
MEGAN'S POVThe place Xarion takes us to is beautiful.It's a large open complex just outside the city, part garden, part play area, part restaurant, with open-air seating under warm lighting and enough space that it doesn't feel crowded even with families scattered across it. It's the kind of place that manages to feel both special and relaxed at the same time.The twins take about four seconds to fall in love with it.We eat at a table near the garden, and the food is genuinely good, and the conversation is easy in a way that surprises me, the four of us talking and laughing like this is something we've been doing for years instead of something we're figuring out in real time.The twins are ridiculous and wonderful, debating very seriously about which of them is better at climbing, an argument that involves several appeals to both me and Xarion as independent judges, and I find myself laughing more in this meal than I have in weeks.After lunch, Xarion takes them to the playground
MEGAN'S POVXarion has been smiling since we got in the car.Not a subtle smile. Not a restrained, Alpha-appropriate expression I'd expect from Xarion. A full, open, slightly ridiculous grin that keeps showing up every few minutes like he can't quite help himself, which, judging by the evidence, he can't.I'm sitting in the passenger seat watching him drive, and somehow I'm smiling too, which I'm choosing to blame on the general atmosphere rather than anything specific.Something has lifted.That's the only way I can describe it. Some weight that's been sitting on my chest since I came back to Arkon, maybe longer than that, maybe since the day I left four years ago with a suitcase and a secret and a note from Doctor Philips folded in my pocket, has quietly, finally, set itself down somewhere it's not crushing me anymore.I'm still slightly terrified, if I'm being honest.The part of me that spent four years being careful, self-sufficient, and emotionally armored is standing in the co
MEGAN'S POVI cannot believe I just did that.That's all I can think about as I stand here in Xarion's bedroom, my lips still warm from kissing him twice, my wolf practically doing backflips inside me, and Xarion looking at me with an expression that I can only describe as cautiously hopeful, like he's afraid to let himself believe this means anything in case he's wrong.I kissed him.Twice.The woman who spent months maintaining an ironclad position about distance and safety and keeping her life free of unnecessary complications kissed the same man she told to stay away, in his bedroom, while he was in a towel, on a weekend morning.My therapist would have thoughts, if I actually had one.My wolf, on the other hand, has absolutely no thoughts because she's too busy being smug.'I told you, Megan, you want him,' she purrs, which is irritating because she did, repeatedly, and I kept not listening.Xarion hasn't looked away from me, and the hope in his eyes is making my chest feel a lit
XARION'S POVI don't move.Not because I'm incapable of moving, I'm capable, I'm just not entirely convinced that this is a real situation I'm currently in, and moving feels like the kind of thing that might disturb it.Megan is standing in my bedroom.The door is closed behind her.I am wearing a towel.These are the facts as I currently understand them."What are you doing in here?" I ask, and my voice comes out more cautiously than I intend, like I'm negotiating with something that might startle easily.Her eyes move again, just briefly, just for a second, dropping from my face to my chest and then lower before coming back up again, and she lifts her chin very slightly, looking every bit like she's decided we can both pretend that didn't happen."I wanted to talk to you privately," she begins, her voice calm. "Before the twins noticed I was gone.""Okay," I reply, still not moving."I'm sorry if this felt abrupt," she continues, "just showing up this morning. But I've been thinking
XARION'S POVThe first thing I'm aware of is the light.Specifically, the fact that there's too much of it, coming through the curtains at an angle that feels personally aggressive, like the sun has decided this morning to make a point.The second thing I'm aware of is a headache.It's camped behind my eyes like it pays rent, pulsing with every heartbeat just to remind me it's there.I lie still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, and I take a slow inventory of the situation.I'm in my bed. I'm still in the clothes Andrew must've put me in last night, a T-shirt and sweatpants that I do not remember changing into, which means at some point I was either cooperative or completely unconscious, and based on everything else I know about last night, I'm going with the latter.And then, with the special cruelty of a mind that refuses to let you ease into consciousness gently, the memories arrive.The common room. The bottle. The increasingly unfiltered commentary I delivered to no one in pa







