FAZER LOGINNick knew the endgame of the footage, but his big question had yet to be answered. He watched attentively as the three young girls played rock, paper, and scissors, and then the twins darted in opposite directions, leaving Caroline in the school playground. “Hide and seek,” Dalia murmured. Nick watched as Kira ran past the playground and towards the woods behind the school, and out of the camera frame. “Give me a second,” Dalia said as she clicked a few buttons to display the surveillance of the small river area, where Kira was heading. The screen was now visible with just Kira walking towards the water’s edge… goosebumps decorated Nick’s skin. The same river where he had met her again years later as his destined mate. On the screen, Kira crouched low and dipped her hand into the water. She looked over her shoulder, then rose to her feet and hid behind a big tree, her face in direct view of the security camera. She glanced at the camera. Just for a split second. A tiny moment tha
Nick knew the endgame of the footage, but his big question had yet to be answered. He watched attentively as the three young girls played rock, paper, and scissors, and then the twins darted in opposite directions, leaving Caroline in the school playground. “Hide and seek,” Dalia murmured. Nick watched as Kira ran past the playground and towards the woods behind the school, and out of the camera frame. “Give me a second,” Dalia said as she clicked a few buttons to display the surveillance of the small river area, where Kira was heading. The screen was now visible with just Kira walking towards the water’s edge… goosebumps decorated Nick’s skin. The same river where he had met her again years later as his destined mate. On the screen, Kira crouched low and dipped her hand into the water. She looked over her shoulder, then rose to her feet and hid behind a big tree, her face in direct view of the security camera. She glanced at the camera. Just for a split second. A tiny moment tha
The cottage had always been a place of stillness for Nick. A space where the weight of leadership loosened its grip just enough for him to breathe without feeling like the entire pack depended on the rise and fall of his chest. But today, even the quiet felt loud. It pressed in on him from all sides, clinging to his skin like something alive, something watching.Nick stood by the window, arms crossed over his bare chest, his gaze fixed on the stretch of forest beyond the clearing. The trees swayed lazily, their leaves whispering secrets to one another, but none of it reached him. His mind was elsewhere, tangled in threads he could not seem to pull apart.Behind him, Alfie sprawled across the couch like he owned the place, one arm draped over the backrest, the other lazily tossing a small apple up into the air and catching it with practiced ease. The casualness of his posture was almost offensive considering the storm brewing in Nick’s head.“You’re going to wear a hole into that windo
Nick POVThe packhouse had finally gone quiet after the roundup of all the festivities. Not the peaceful kind of quiet that settled over the town during early mornings but the kind that had something lingering underneath. This silence felt heavy and unsettled. Like the entire pack was holding their breath after the chaos of the Alpha and his mates. It made Nick uncomfortable but he knew now wasn’t the time to dwell on what people might be saying. He stood in his office with both hands planted on the edge of his desk, his neck bent and eyes staring intensely at his desk. The room smelled faintly of old paper that took space on his shelves, cedarwood polish, and the lingering scent of Kira still on his skin after their hug and refused to leave his senses no matter how many windows he opened to let in fresh air. Perhaps a lengthy shower would help but Nick had deliberately not gone to his room to wash off her scent. His jaw tightened for the one millionth time as the memory of her sta
The cottage had always been a place of stillness for Nick. A space where the weight of leadership loosened its grip just enough for him to breathe without feeling like the entire pack depended on the rise and fall of his chest. But today, even the quiet felt loud. It pressed in on him from all sides, clinging to his skin like something alive, something watching.Nick stood by the window, arms crossed over his bare chest, his gaze fixed on the stretch of forest beyond the clearing. The trees swayed lazily, their leaves whispering secrets to one another, but none of it reached him. His mind was elsewhere, tangled in threads he could not seem to pull apart.Behind him, Alfie sprawled across the couch like he owned the place, one arm draped over the backrest, the other lazily tossing a small apple up into the air and catching it with practiced ease. The casualness of his posture was almost offensive considering the storm brewing in Nick’s head.“You’re going to wear a hole into that windo
Nick POVThe packhouse had finally gone quiet after the roundup of all the festivities. Not the peaceful kind of quiet that settled over the town during early mornings but the kind that had something lingering underneath. This silence felt heavy and unsettled. Like the entire pack was holding their breath after the chaos of the Alpha and his mates. It made Nick uncomfortable but he knew now wasn’t the time to dwell on what people might be saying. He stood in his office with both hands planted on the edge of his desk, his neck bent and eyes staring intensely at his desk. The room smelled faintly of old paper that took space on his shelves, cedarwood polish, and the lingering scent of Kira still on his skin after their hug and refused to leave his senses no matter how many windows he opened to let in fresh air. Perhaps a lengthy shower would help but Nick had deliberately not gone to his room to wash off her scent. His jaw tightened for the one millionth time as the memory of her sta
Kayla watched her twin sprint out of the house, leaving behind a trail of vanilla scent. She wondered where Kira must have misplaced the hair tie for her to rush out like her pants were on fire. The hair tie was the best item Kayla had purchased when they arrived in New York. The shiny pink and or
The kitchen had never felt this small before. Big enough to fit 20 people, yet the air felt barely enough for a capacity of 3. Mom had been pacing for so long that the white tiles beneath her slippers scratched in protest. She moved back and forth, as if she stopped moving for one second, she migh
What if Kayla misread everything? Judging by her manner of speaking and wistful gaze in her eyes as she spoke about Nick. Any stranger would think she'd had this amazing breakthrough with her mate, but in reality, we were trying to decipher what this really meant for her.And for me. Would he cla
Nick ran like the forest had the answers he deperately needed. His thoughts were muffled, covered by the stumping of wolves behind him and racing his heart. Branches snapped beaneath his paws as he tore through the undergrowth, the sound of dozens of wolves following close behind got louder, echoi







