JACKSON’S POVThe door clicked shut behind me, but I couldn’t move. My fingers stayed locked around the handle, the cold metal biting into my palm as if grounding me to this moment—to her.Karen.The memory of her hit me like a punch to the gut. The way her breath had stuttered when my fingers brushed her wrist. The flush staining her cheeks, pink as dawn, betraying what her stubborn lips refused to say. And those eyes—wide, wary, flickering between defiance and something softer. Something afraid.Mate. My wolf surged against my ribs, claws scraping bone. Ours.I gritted my teeth. “I know.”I’d known from the first second I caught her scent—wildflowers tangled with something sweet and sharp and achingly familiar. My body had recognized her before my mind could catch up, every muscle locking tight like she was the only thing worth holding onto in this world.But she didn’t want to be held.I’d seen it in the way she stiffened when I stepped too close, the way her fingers curled into fi
KAREN’S POVThe past few days had blurred together in a haze of restless energy. Work had become my refuge, my only distraction—anything to keep my mind from circling back to him. Jackson Bonnet. His name echoed in my thoughts like a song stuck on replay, lingering no matter how hard I tried to shake it.I buried myself in research, healing routines, cataloging herbs—anything to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied. But even the sharp scent of medicinal plants couldn’t drown out the memory of his presence. The way his voice curled around my name. The way his gaze burned into me, like he could see past every wall I’d ever built.And yet… he hadn’t come. Not once did he stop by to see me. The only visitor had been his father, Alpha Xavier—a man whose kindness was as steady as his presence. He’d stop by, offer help, ask if I needed anything. His warmth was like a blanket, unlike the son who haunted my thoughts.Was Jackson like him? The question gnawed at me.The less I saw of Jackson,
KAREN’S POVLiam, Jackson’s brother, was seated in the last row in the hall. He grinned as I slid into the seat beside him. “You eat here too?”I nodded, poking at my food. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”He chuckled. “Everyone eats here sometimes. The food’s good, right?”I took a bite, savoring the rich flavors. “Yeah. Really good.”Liam watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes. But my attention snagged over his shoulder, scanning the room.Looking for someone.Disappointment curled in my gut when I didn’t find him.Stupid.Jackson was finally giving me what I wanted—distance. So why did it hurt so much?After breakfast was over, I felt reenergized enough to start my day. Liam and I parted ways shortly—he was heading to the training ground to meet with his brother. My stomach was full, but my mind was restless.Instead of heading straight to my office as I’d initially intended, I found myself drifting toward the kitchen, a place I rarely visited. The cook, a stout woman with flour
Karen’s POVI nodded slowly, unsure I could even speak yet. The lump in my throat was thick, but I forced the words out when we returned to my office. “Thank you… for defending me. But are you not going to ask me if I poisoned the food in the kitchen or not?”Jackson leaned casually into my space, his eyes not leaving mine. “I don’t need to ask to know you didn’t harm anyone, Karen. But I’m going to need your help getting to the bottom of this mess.”His faith in me was staggering. Humbling, even—and it took everything within me not to give in to my wolf’s giddy request and wrap my arms around his neck in a hug. Instead, I swallowed hard and looked up into his charming blue eyes.“I’ll try my best,” I told him, and he nodded.“We’ll help however we can,” Laila said immediately, stepping forward. “Right, Liam?”Liam grinned. “Of course.”I blinked, overwhelmed by their support. Thank you. I need to examine one of the victims to understand what’s going on.Jackson and Liam exchanged a l
JACKSON’S POVThe angry words of those pack members still burned in my ears—ugly, poisonous accusations spat at Karen as if she were some kind of traitor. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms.I still couldn’t believe the garbage accusations. Some even demanded I send her away. Seriously? I didn’t know where the hell they’d gotten that stupid idea, but I wasn’t about to let them drag my mate’s name through the mud. Not while I was Alpha. And certainly not while I was still breathing.She walked quietly beside me now, her boots crunching softly against the leaves as we made our way through the pack grounds. The moonlight filtering through the buildings caught in her hair, making her look even more beautiful than she already was.She hadn’t said much since we left to get the water sample, but I could feel the weight pressing down on her. It pissed me off—seeing her carry it alone.“She’s innocent,” I muttered under my breath. “And I’m going to prove it.”T
JACKSON’S POVThe night air was cold against my skin as I walked back from Karen’s quarters, the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders. I lingered just a second longer outside her door, listening—making sure the lock clicked, making sure she was safe—before I turned and forced my feet to keep moving.The scent of beetroot and herbs clung to the wind, but beneath it, I could still smell her—floral and something sweet, like vanilla.She’s exhausted back there, but she kept pushing forward. The thought twisted in my chest. She was working herself raw trying to figure out this sickness, and I could do nothing but watch, helpless.When I finally stepped into the pack house, warmth wrapped around me like an embrace. The dining hall was alive with the rich, savory aroma of our mother cooking.I slipped up to my room, quickly showered, and changed into something fresh before heading back down to find the rest already seated. We all sat around the long dining table, plates full, the
JACKSON’S POVThe morning air hit my face with a sharp nudge as I approached Karen’s office. My chest tightened the moment I saw her.She stood there, leaning against the doorframe, exhaustion carved into every line of her body. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, but they didn’t dull the fire in them—that stubborn, relentless drive that had drawn me to her from the start. Her fingers trembled slightly where they gripped the edge of the wood, like she was holding herself up by sheer will alone.She didn’t greet me. No good morning, no how are you? Just—"I need to test the water sample today." Her voice was rough, scraped raw from lack of sleep. "I’ve got a theory."I stepped closer, my pulse kicking up. "Let’s hear it."Inside, her workspace was chaos—parchment strewn everywhere, crushed herbs staining the desk, vials of murky liquids lined up like soldiers awaiting orders. She moved with a quiet urgency, her hands steady despite the fatigue weighing her down."The symptoms—stomach pain,
KAREN’S POVThe late morning sun streamed through the windows of my small office as I leaned over the microscope, squinting at the water sample I’d collected the night before. My notes were already scattered across the table—a mixture of herbal reactions, symptoms, and possible causes.I’d ruled out the food the moment I detected wolf bane in the water, and now the water was the prime suspect. I just needed more proof—solid, irrefutable proof.I was still working when the door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Laila’s familiar lavender scent drifted in first, followed by a second, slightly colder one that instantly set my nerves on edge.“Karen,” Laila called brightly, “how’s the cure coming along?”I glanced back at her, wiping my hands on my apron. “It’s… coming along. I’ve narrowed it down to something in the water supply—wolf bane—but I’m running a few more tests to be sure.”“That’s amazing,” Laila said, moving closer to peek at the herbs sprea
LAILA’S POVThe afternoon sun beat down on the training arena, baking the sand under my bare feet until it burned. My knuckles were raw, my muscles screaming, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Marcus—one of our best fighters—circled me, his dark eyes locked on mine as we traded blows.Every punch I blocked, every hit I landed, proved what I already knew—I belonged here just as much as any of them.Then I felt it. That icy crawl down my spine.Silas.I didn’t need to look to know he’d shown up. His presence was like oil in water—slick, unnatural, impossible to ignore. I kept my focus on Marcus, but my next block came half a second too slow, sending me stumbling back."Well, well," came that smooth, mocking voice from the sidelines. "Look at the little she-wolf playing soldier. How... adorable."My teeth ground together so hard I tasted copper.Marcus hesitated, his eyes flicking past me. I didn’t turn. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.Silas’s laugh was like nails on a chalkboard. "N
KAREN’S POVThe house was too quiet—not the comfortable kind of quiet, but the kind that made my ears ring. Like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something bad to happen. I sat curled up in Jackson’s armchair, a book open in my lap, but I hadn’t read a single word in the last twenty minutes. My fingers kept tracing the edge of the page, restless.Silas.Just thinking his name made my skin crawl. That man—it wasn’t just the way he watched everyone with those sharp, knowing eyes, or how he walked around like he already owned the place. It was the way the air turned cold when he entered a room.I swallowed hard and forced my eyes back to the book. Focus, Karen. You’re safe here. But the thought didn’t help. The pack was strong. Jackson’s family had wrapped me in warmth and protection—Luna Hannah’s kind smiles, Alpha Xavier’s steady presence. But underneath it all, something ugly slithered through the cracks, like the first frost warning of winter.The door creaked open.My
LAILA’S POVDinner used to be warm. Loud. Filled with laughter, teasing, and the occasional scolding when Jackson or Liam tried to sneak an extra dessert before finishing their veggies. But tonight? Tonight, dinner was cold—despite the food being hot.I sat stiffly at the end of the table, picking at my potatoes like they had personally offended me. My eyes flicked around the room, noting the tension in every set of shoulders, the silence that weighed heavier than any words could. And then there was him.Silas.He was seated directly across from me, already on his third helping, eating like he hadn’t had a meal in years—which, to be fair, might not have been too far from the truth. Still, the way he shoveled food into his mouth with so little shame made my stomach turn."Mmm!" he said between bites, slapping the table like this was the best restaurant in town. “Now this is what I missed! A good home-cooked meal. Not that processed crap they serve in exile.”No one responded.Jackson k
XAVIER’S POVThe study door closed behind me with a quiet click, but nothing could quiet the storm raging inside my head. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, each beat screaming one name: Silas.After twenty years of nightmares, after decades praying to forget him—he was back. And this time, he was staying.I ran a shaky hand through my hair, gripping it tight. My study usually calmed me—the smell of old books and leather—but now the air felt too thick to breathe. My heart pounded inside me, restless and angry. The fire crackled like it sensed danger too.Then I heard the door open softly.Hannah.She stood there in her robe, gripping it so tight her knuckles were white. Her face was pale, but her eyes… her blue eyes burned with quiet fury."He can't stay, Xavier."No begging. No questions. Just steel in her voice.I braced myself against the desk, my fingers digging into the wood. "I know," I rasped.She stepped closer. Normally, her strawberry scent soothed me. No
JACKSON’S POVThe door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the warmth of the evening sun. Karen’s fingers slipped between mine, her skin humming with the lingering thrill of our time in town. She swayed slightly, her laughter still fresh in the air between us—sweet and light, like the scent of wildflowers clinging to her hair.We’d barely taken three steps into the house when I felt it—that shift in the air.Karen stilled beside me. “Jackson…” she whispered.My eyes snapped toward the living room.That’s when I saw him.A man stood there, right in the center of the room like he fucking belonged here—like this was his house and we were the guests. His presence was wrong. Not rogue-wrong. Not Alpha-wrong. Something older. His aura curled around the room, heavy and dark, sending a ripple through my wolf.Tall. Lean. Silver threads streaked through his black hair, but his back was straight, and his presence screamed danger. His eyes, though—those eyes were the same deep green as my fathe
KAREN’S POVThe dress fit me like it was made just for me—soft as clouds, light as air, the fabric swirling around my knees when I moved. It wasn’t just clothes. It felt like becoming someone new. Or maybe... finally becoming myself.I stepped out of the dressing room, smoothing the fabric with shaky hands. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it. Would Jackson like it? Did I care? Yeah. I cared way too much—more than I was willing to admit.Jackson’s head snapped up the second I walked out. His lips parted slightly. For a long moment, he didn’t move or speak—just stared at me with those dark eyes growing even darker.“Damn.” The word came out rough, like it got stuck in his throat. He shook his head slowly. “You look...” He took a step closer. “Perfect.”My face burned. “You have to say that—you’re my mate,” I teased, but my voice cracked.His fingers brushed my cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, so gentle it made my chest ache. “I’m saying it because it’s true
KAREN’S POVThe sound of heavy footsteps faded upstairs as the boys disappeared to shower. I wrapped my hands around my coffee mug, letting the warmth soak into my skin while Luna Hannah worked at the stove. The smell of sizzling bacon mixed with the rich coffee aroma, the fat popping like little firecrackers in the pan.Just as I was relaxing into the cozy kitchen atmosphere, Laila's voice cut through the air—sharp and full of attitude."Ugh, boys."She marched in, her long braid swinging behind her like a whip. Her workout clothes were covered in dirt and grass stains, like she'd just come from war—though knowing Laila, a simple training session might as well be a battlefield.She flopped onto the stool next to me with an exaggerated sigh and grabbed a cookie."You'd think Jackson would learn by now not to steal someone's victory cookie just because he got the last hit in," she grumbled, taking a big bite.I hid my smile behind my coffee cup. "So you let him win?"Her grin turned wi
KAREN’S POVI woke up slowly, blinking against the morning light coming through the curtains. The bed was cozy and warm, the sheets wrapped around my legs. Still half-asleep, I reached out, expecting to feel Jackson's solid body beside me, his arm draped over my waist like usual. But my hand only found empty sheets.The spot where he'd been was still warm, though—the mattress keeping the shape of where he'd slept. I took a deep breath and could still smell him—that wild, woodsy scent that was all Jackson.He was gone.Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and noticed a folded note on his pillow with my name written in Jackson's messy scrawl. I smiled as I opened it:"Went to pack training. Didn't want to wake you—you looked too cute sleeping. Left clothes from Laila's closet for you. Thought you'd want something comfy. See you soon. —Jackson"My chest got all warm and fuzzy reading it. Of course he'd think of something like this.Next to the note was a neatly folded green hoodie
Hannah’s POVMy fingers curled into fists. His pack doesn’t fight fair. “They go for the throat when no one’s looking,” I said, my voice tight.Xavier nodded, that grim expression he wore before battles settling over his features. “Jackson knows. He’s already sworn to protect her.”I stood abruptly. My boy—my fierce, reckless boy—was just like his father at that age. All pride and protectiveness, with more courage than sense. “What if he—”Xavier closed the distance between us, cutting me off with that quiet certainty of his. “He’s not just my son, Hannah.” His calloused hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing the curve of my jaw. “He’s yours too. That means he’s got your brains and my stubbornness. He’ll keep her safe.”I searched his face—those dark eyes that had seen so much, the scars he wore like medals. The absolute faith in our son shining through. My breath left me in a slow exhale. “…You trust him that much?”“With my life.” His thumb traced my cheekbone. “And Karen? She’s toughe