تسجيل الدخولAurora's POVNo. No, this can't be happening.My wolf whined inside of me, high and broken, the sound vibrating through my ribs until I couldn't tell where my own pain started and where hers ended.I stood in the middle of the bathroom with the water running behind me, steam filling the air like a fog I couldn't see through, and pressed both hands to my chest as if I could hold myself together.How could I even explain this pain to anyone? My stepbrother was getting engaged. And I couldn't do a thing about it. I didn't want him to be engaged. I wanted him to be mine. Forever. I wanted him to look at me…not all the unwanted, creepy eyes I was being forced to endure, not Selene's calculating gaze across the dinner table, not Lucas's warm, possessive stare. I wanted his eyes. The eyes of the man who hurt me the most. The eyes of the man I wanted to hurt the most.But I wanted them locked on me.I wanted him to curve his scent into mine. I wanted to rip Selene into pieces for daring to
Logan’s POVWhy the fuck did I push her like that at the tree line? What if she’d gotten hurt?I couldn’t stop turning it over in my head as I walked back toward the house. I rubbed my eyes, suddenly exhausted in a way training never left me, and pushed through the front door.They were already seated.The dining room glowed gold, candles down the length of the long oak table, the smell of roasted meat thick in the air. My father sat at the head, our stepmother beside him. And next to her sat a stranger. A girl our age, blonde hair swept into an elegant twist, a deep blue dress, a smile that never touched her eyes.I disliked her before she’d said a single word.She looked at me the moment I walked in, and there was calculation behind it. She knew exactly why she was here.Aurora was already seated when I found my chair, her spine too straight, her eyes fixed hard on her plate. She’d changed into a soft grey sweater, her silver hair pulled back. She didn’t look up when I sat down.Lu
Isaiah Vane’s POV“This is truly remarkable.” Councilman Reyes turned the report over in his hands like it might change what it said if he looked at it from a different angle. “Nothing like this has happened before. I haven’t witnessed such a thing in all my years.”I said nothing, I was equally as thrilled by this news as he was. It was amazing. We sat around the long table in the council chamber, five of us, the reports spread out between us like evidence at a trial.Which, in a way, they were. Crop yields from Shadowpine territory up three hundred percent in six weeks. Gold reserves nearly doubled. Livestock birthing rates that made the pack’s own record-keepers double-check their instruments, certain they’d made an error.“Where is all of this suddenly coming from?” Reyes asked, looking up at me. “The wealth. The resources. It doesn’t just appear.”“I have my guesses,” I said, rubbing my chin.Councilman Okafor leaned forward. “You mentioned it that day. You suspect the girl.”“
Logan POV I wore my training gear.I didn't know how seriously he was taking this until I got a bunch of training wear and gear in my room. It was enough to last a year. Thankfully, the cupboard in my room was extremely large, so it could fit all my outfits just nicely. But still.I waited outside. He was thirty minutes late."Jerk," I murmured, starting to feel really bored.After waiting another five minutes, I stood, already prepared to leave. "Jerk," I muttered under my breath. Next time I saw him, I'd punch his face."Oh really?" he murmured, blocking my path with his huge frame."Why are you late?" I asked, folding my arms and looking him straight in the eye."I had business to attend to.""Then why do you smell like you've been around alcohol?" I asked, sniffing."I'll not be late next time. Let's train."I nodded and got into the stance. I bent my knees the way he'd taught me, hands up, chin tucked. The clearing behind the house was quiet, the grass damp with evening dew. I
Logan POV "Where have you been, Briane?" Lucas asked him the moment he sat down.Briane dropped into the leather chair, windblown and unbothered, and shrugged one shoulder. "Sorry, I'm late. I had something to attend to."Lucas leaned back, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his grey eyes narrowing with something too sharp to be simple irritation. "Uhmm, you always have something to attend to recently."The bar around us was dim and close, all dark wood and the sour smell of spilled beer. This was the kind of place where pack business got discussed in corners, and fights started over nothing. I didn't want to be here. I didn’t like drinking mindlessly or just hanging out randomly. I wanted to be with her right now. I want to train with her. I want to see her smile when she manages to do something I taught her. I want to see her excitement, her will to try and never give up. The way she bites her tongue and tucks her hair up when things start getting serious.Or maybe I should a
Lucielle’s POV"Why are you running from me?" he asked, stepping closer to me.The air in my room felt too thin. His scent…pine and smoke…filled every corner, making my knees threaten to buckle. My back hit the edge of my dresser and the wood dug into my spine, grounding me. Moonlight poured through the open window, painting silver across his shoulders and the hunger in his eyes."Did you come through my window like a psychopath?" I was deflecting. We both knew that. But how was I supposed to face what was going on right now?"I will go through a window, a fucking wall, if it means getting to you.""What the fuck is going on? How did you get through the gate?" That was a useless question, knowing that he was a werewolf and the gates were there as decoration most of the time."You are my mate. We both felt it that day, so why have you been avoiding me, Lucielle? What are you afraid of?" he said, stepping closer.The wall was cold against my back. I had spent two years building walls so
Aurora’s POV“I am fine, Lucas.”I forced a smile onto my face and pushed his hand gently away from my cheek. “Really. I am not crying anymore.”And the strange thing was, I wasn’t.My face was still wet from before, but the tears had stopped now that the worst of it had passed, all I felt undernea
Logan’s POV I didn’t even realize when my wolf had pushed his way to the surface.His eyes were mine now, gold and burning, the line between us so thin I could barely tell where he ended and I began anymore. I let out a growl low in my chest, and the sound of it dropped the whole hallway into sil
Logan’s POVI found my father in his study, going over the patrol reports like he did every morning.He looked up when I walked in, and something flickered across his face. Surprise, maybe. It had been a long time since I came to talk to him about anything that wasn’t pack business.“Well.” He set
Logan's POVI had spent twenty-three years building control, discipline, duty, and dominance. Then a silver-eyed wolf walked into my house and destroyed everything.I paced my room like a caged animal, my wolf raging inside me with a violence I had never experienced. Claim her. Mate. OURS. The wor







