ログインThe fatigue that had been clinging to me like a heavy winter coat suddenly vanished. I looked at Patricia, my voice a wary whisper. "He isn't going to go feral on me, is he?""Not at all. He’s just... unsettled that you were stranded in the deep woods at this hour," Patricia said, though her eyes betrayed a hint of nerves."I’m fine now," I muttered.As I stepped out of my boots and into my house slippers at the threshold, a movement caught the edge of my vision. I saw Ethan walking toward the elevator banks.He wasn't in the wheelchair.He was moving on his own power, his gait slow but steady, his broad shoulders filling the hallway."His legs..." I turned to Patricia, stunned."He’s reclaiming his strength," she whispered. "He can’t maintain it for long distances yet, so the chair stays close, but the Alpha is returning.""He’ll be back to full power soon, then.""That’s the hope! You’re rooting for his recovery, aren't you, Collins?"I felt the heat climb my neck as I watched his r
The wealthy have a scent for authenticity, and right now, the pack was howling. It was their first time seeing a "lowly" Parker wear high-end gear with such absolute defiance.“Do you even have an invite, Collins? Or did you sneak in through the kitchen vents?” Charlotte Whitmore’s voice was a shrill whistle.I met her gaze with a glacial stare. “I got in on my own merit. Something you wouldn’t understand.”That shut them up for a second, but their eyes immediately dropped to my feet. I was wearing a pair of rare, midnight-black skates—the kind with the carbon-fiber blades and custom leather. They were the limited edition "Valerian Frost" line.“Did you find yourself a sugar-daddy, Parker?” one of the Alphas sneered.They weren't stupid. They knew the suit and the gear I was rocking were worth more than three hundred thousand credits. Total market value for a bankrupt heir.“That’s right,” I said, leaning into the mockery. “How else would a stray like me get into a gala filled with pu
I was only adding high-octane fuel to the forest fire.In the corner of the grand hall, Patricia Bennett stood paralyzed, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She watched me with wide, fearful eyes. Why was I digging my own grave? She probably thought I’d suffered a mental break after the trauma at the clinic. If I kept baiting the Alpha, Ethan might just snap and end my life right here on the polished floor.Finally, she couldn't stay silent. She hurried over, her voice trembling. "Master Ethan, please... Collins doesn't mean any of this. He’s just lashing out because he’s hurting. He’s been confined to the estate since the bonding; I can swear on my life he’s never stepped out of line with Mason.""Go back to the kitchens, Patricia!" I snapped, my cheeks burning with a frantic heat. "This is a private war. I’ll handle him myself. You don't need to catch the shrapnel.""Then stop poking the bear!" Patricia hissed at me. "No omega survives a direct challenge like
I stood in the hidden vault of Parker Athletics, the silence of the room pressing against my eardrums. Brandon’s words echoed in my mind—one billion credits to sell our soul, or a locked safe that held our only hope.“Collins, if we can’t keep the rink and the tech alive, we have to let it go,” Brandon said, pushing his glasses up his nose. His eyes were bright with a desperate, greedy ambition. “We sell the system to Jun Hertz under the table, split the credits, and we’re set for life. If we don’t go through with the bankruptcy, that billion won’t stay in our pockets; it’ll go to the creditors.”I looked at his face and felt a cold shiver of alarm. He wasn’t looking to save my father's dream; he was looking for a golden parachute.“...I don’t have the code,” I said, shaking my head. “Dad didn’t give me the sequence before he passed.”I wasn't lying. Andrew Parker hadn't whispered any corporate secrets on his deathbed. There were too many pack-elders in the room anyway; if he’d said i
The thought of staying in the Carter stronghold was a death sentence for my unborn cubs. As long as I breathed the same mountain air as Ethan, their heartbeats were at risk.The shrill ring of my phone shattered the mourning silence of the room. I glanced at the screen: it was the Vice President of Parker Athletics."Collins! I’m finally upright—I was absolutely wrecked after that meeting last night," Brandon’s voice boomed through the receiver. "Did Mr. Z reach out to you today?"I went rigid. "No. Who were you drinking with, Brandon?""Mr. Z himself! Real name’s Jun Hertz. I can’t find a trace of him on the dark web or the official registries, but he’s young and carries himself like he’s backed by a massive treasury. He said he’s been scouting for high-potential tech to disrupt the Kingdom. I laid out our entire kinetic skate-brace project. I’m just waiting to see if he bites.""Is he a pack-mate of Ethan’s?" I asked, my voice dropping to a cautious whisper."I’m not sure. But he me
Chloe Bennett watched the wreckage of the conversation with a predatory gleam in her eyes, eager to pour gasoline on the Alpha’s smoldering rage.“Before he was traded to Silvercrest, Collins was courting your nephew, Mason,” she purred, leaning over the mahogany desk. “Everyone has a history, Ethan, but the little omega crawled into Mason’s bed after he was bonded to you. He’s made a mockery of your mark. I bet they planned the whole thing while you were in that coma, just waiting for your heart to stop.”Ethan’s knuckles turned white, his face carving into a mask of pure, glacial fury. His amber eyes, normally sharp as a hawk’s, were fixated on the medical file like it was a death warrant.“I suspect they’re hunting your inheritance,” Chloe continued, her voice a sharp stiletto. “When the healers issued the terminal notice, we all thought the Carter line was ending with you. If he carried Mason’s pup, the entire Silvercrest estate would fall right into their treacherous hands. It wa







