Jake POVThe faint click of the study door closing behind me did little to dispel the weight of the conversation I’d just had with Lucas. My brother, the unflinching Alpha who rarely let anything slip past his control, was now thrown into turmoil over a woman—his mate. The bond was relentless, and its power was clear in every strained line of his face. Yet, as much as I wanted to help him, the unease gnawing at my gut wouldn’t relent. Something about all of this felt… wrong. --- By the time I reached my own suite, my mind was racing. Lucas had shown me just enough of his hand to spark questions he probably didn’t want me asking. This woman—Lila—was clearly no ordinary mate. She had Lucas, of all people, tied in knots. And from what little I’d gleaned, she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with her own story. Slumping into the chair by the window, I pulled my laptop onto my lap. If Lucas wasn’t going to dig deeper into who Lila was, then I would. He could focus on wooing her or whatev
Lila’s POV The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore was the only sound accompanying me as I stood on the secluded stretch of beach. The salt-tinged breeze tugged at my hair, but it did little to soothe the storm churning inside me. I wasn’t ready to go back to the cramped apartment I called home—not yet. I needed time. Time to think, time to process, time to breathe. Lucas King. The name echoed in my mind like a cruel taunt. It wasn’t enough that he and his brother had taken everything from me. No, fate had to twist the knife deeper, binding me to the man I despised most in the world. The moon hung high above the dark expanse of water, its silvery light casting eerie shadows across the sand. I stayed close to the dunes, ensuring I wasn’t visible from the road. I wasn’t naïve enough to think Lucas would give up so easily; the man was nothing if not relentless. My pulse quickened at the thought of his intense gaze, the way his voice had lingered in the air, commanding,
Lila POV The air in my apartment was heavy with tension as I paced the floor, my mind racing with possibilities. Lucas King was nothing if not persistent. I knew he wouldn’t sit idly by after our encounter. By now, he was likely mobilizing his resources, setting traps, and deploying his network to track me down. But I wouldn’t make it easy for him. I grabbed my laptop from the table and set it down on the couch, the cool metal a comforting weight in my hands. Years of preparation had led me here, and I wasn’t about to falter. If Lucas wanted a game of cat and mouse, I’d ensure he found himself chasing shadows. --- I pulled up a map of the city on my screen, marking potential safehouses I could retreat to if things escalated. Each location was carefully chosen—places I’d vetted over the years for situations just like this. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I considered my next move. Lucas was smart, but his confidence was his Achilles’ heel. He believed his dominance w
Lila POV “You’re making a mistake,” my wolf growled, her voice curling through my mind like smoke.“Not now,” I snapped aloud, the sharpness in my tone bouncing off the bare walls of the safehouse. “I don’t have time for this.”She huffed, her unease gnawing at me. “He’s not what you think.”“I don’t need your voice in my head right now,” I muttered, clenching my fists. The bond with Lucas was a chain, one I refused to acknowledge. There was no place for weakness—not now.I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Lucas King. My mate. The thought turned my stomach. He and his brother had torn my life apart. There was no forgiveness for that.My wolf stirred, her instincts clawing at my resolve. She wanted to see something in him that I couldn’t, and I hated it. I wouldn’t be swayed. Not by him, not by anyone.The files I’d downloaded earlier were scattered across the coffee table, evidence of years of quiet preparation. Lucas and Jake King thought they were untouchable.
Lucas POV “You should have stopped her,” Jake’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and unyielding. “I couldn’t,” I replied, my tone heavy with frustration. My fingers clenched the edge of the desk, the wood groaning under the strain. “She didn’t want to stay.” “She’s your mate, Lucas.” Jake’s voice softened, but the edge of judgment remained. “You’re just going to let her walk away?” I turned, fixing my brother with a glare. “Do you think I don’t know that? My wolf is tearing me apart for not chasing her, but what was I supposed to do? Drag her back here against her will?” Jake sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not saying that, but you can’t just sit here and brood. Do something.” ---“Do what, exactly?” I shot back, my voice rising. “She hates me, Jake. She looked at me like I was the last person she ever wanted to see, let alone be bound to.” Jake held my gaze, his usual confidence faltering. “Maybe give her space, but don’t give up on her. She’s your mate, Luc
Lucas POV I walked to the window, leaning against the glass. The cool surface did little to soothe the fire raging within me. “We’ll follow her anywhere,” my wolf said, his voice softer now, tinged with yearning. “I know,” I admitted aloud, the words a quiet surrender. “I’d go to the ends of the earth for her.” ---The realization settled over me, heavy and inescapable. This wasn’t just about claiming her as my mate. It was about needing her in every sense of the word—her strength, her fire, her very essence. I closed my eyes, letting the thought take root. Lila wasn’t just someone I wanted; she was someone I needed. ---But thinking wasn’t enough anymore. Reflection had its place, but it wouldn’t bring her back. I had to act. “Enough waiting,” my wolf urged, his tone sharp. “We need to find her.” He was right. The waiting, the doubting, the endless spirals of regret—it had to end. ---I turned from the window, a new determination taking hold. My steps were purposeful
Jake’s POV "You’ve got that look again, Jake," I muttered to myself, staring at the reflection in my laptop screen. My tired face stared back, eyes bloodshot from yet another sleepless night.The clock on the desk read 3:27 a.m., but I couldn’t stop. My wolf was unusually quiet, which only made the silence of the room feel heavier."Just one more search," I whispered, fingers flying across the keyboard.The screen blinked to life as I pulled up the latest report from the cyber team. Every file on Lila King—if that was even her real name—sat before me, meticulously compiled and still frustratingly incomplete.Her background was a carefully woven tapestry, and the more I pulled at the threads, the more apparent it became that none of it was real.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand over my face. My eyes roved over the details again, picking out the anomalies.Her school records were flawless, yet there were no group photos, no yearbooks that featured her name or face. Employment
"You’re really dragging me out here at dawn?" Jake grumbled, sliding into the passenger seat of Lucas’s car. "You do know normal people are still in bed, right?" Lucas glanced at him, his expression unreadable but his grip on the steering wheel firm. "Normal people don’t have their mate vanish into thin air." "Fair point," Jake muttered, rubbing his face. He leaned back in the seat, still groggy but unwilling to leave Lucas to face this alone. The early-morning mist clung to the ground as the car hummed down the highway. Silence settled between them, broken only by the steady rhythm of the tires on asphalt. ---"You think we’ll find anything at her pack?" Jake finally asked, turning to Lucas. "I don’t know," Lucas admitted. "But it’s the only lead we have. If she’s not there, maybe someone will know where she went." Jake raised an eyebrow. "You think her pack would help us? Especially if she doesn’t want to be found?" "If they don’t, we’ll figure out another way," Lucas
The locket in Arika’s hand glinted one last time in the fading light before she tucked it into the folds of her coat, her fingers twitching as though the cold no longer bothered her—just the past that still clung to her skin.But Lila wasn’t finished.Not yet.She turned slowly, like a predator toying with a rival too confident for her own good. “You know,” she said conversationally, her voice laced with honeyed venom, “for someone who prides herself on good taste, I’m surprised you didn’t notice the warning signs.”Arika’s head tilted. “What signs?”Lila’s smile was all razor-edge charm. “Oh, just that Salicus was riddled with diseases. Biochemical ones. I should know—I left him with a few.”The blow landed with precision. A flicker of something passed through Arika’s expression—a stutter in her breath, a twitch at the corner of her mouth. She masked it quickly, but not quickly enough.“You’re bluffing,” Arika said, voice clipped.“Am I?” Lila stepped closer, letting her words drip.
Lila’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. That sentence—so personal, so venomous—stuck in her like a blade wedged between ribs.Arika didn’t wait for her to recover. She turned and walked slowly toward the edge of the clearing, her fingers brushing the frost-covered rail of a long-abandoned cargo lift. The silence between them thickened.“I had a guest once,” Arika called over her shoulder, too casual. “You might know him. Salicus Grante.”Lila’s body snapped to attention.The name landed like a hammer.“You’re lying.”Arika looked back, one eyebrow raised. “Am I?”“Salicus is dead.”Arika gave a mocking little shrug. “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? Or just what you hope is true?”Lila took a shaky step forward. Her pulse thundered in her ears. “Where. Did. You. See. Him.”“Here. There. Doesn’t matter,” Arika said. “He’s a wanderer. A very persistent one. Had a few... interesting stories about you, too. I see where you get your taste in men.”Lila’s hands
Chapter Title: Blood Tides and Buried Truths"You look older than I imagined. The cold's not kind to you, huh?"Lila’s voice cut through the air, sharp as shattered ice.Arika smirked, slow and poisonous. “And you still greet people like you’re handing out ultimatums.”“I only greet the ones who fake their deaths and sell lies for a living.”Arika’s eyes flicked down her nose, unfazed. “Still bitter, I see. At least that hasn’t aged.”The wind between them twisted, biting through cloth and bone alike. They stood ten paces apart in the heart of the abandoned clearing, surrounded by cracked concrete and frost-covered crates. The silence of the ruin only emphasized how violently the past clawed its way into the present.“You died,” Lila said, voice low now. Controlled. “That’s what they told me. What you let them tell me.”“They weren’t wrong,” Arika replied smoothly. “Not entirely.”Lila scoffed. “You faked your death and vanished. What else was I supposed to believe?”“That I had a rea
The cold gnawed at Lila’s exposed cheeks as she emerged from the warehouse’s side exit and stepped into the clearing.A vast, open yard stretched before her.Flat, white, endless.The area must have once been the central cargo bay—a wide slab of cracked concrete now buried beneath ice and powdery snow. Massive tracks were etched faintly beneath the layers, ghost-lines of long-dead machinery. Here, where shipments had once been loaded, goods transferred, and orders barked, now only wind howled and silence ruled.She stepped forward slowly.Her boots sank with every crunching step, leaving deep impressions behind her. The expanse was so open, it felt vulnerable. Naked. No cover. No shadows to slip into. Just the broad chest of the clearing exposed to the grey sky overhead.Lila exhaled through her nose, eyes scanning left to right, then back again.No movement.No signs.And yet her pulse wouldn’t slow.Something didn’t add up.If this was Arika’s meeting point, where the hell was the e
The snow swallowed their steps as they began to move again.None of them spoke.The world had gone eerily still, as if holding its breath. Lila led the way, eyes narrowed against the wind, with Jake close behind her left shoulder and Lucas covering their right flank. Their boots crunched against the crusted snow, the only sound in an otherwise dead landscape.With every step forward, the forest behind them shrank, consumed by the encroaching white.“This is madness,” Jake muttered under his breath, his voice muffled beneath his scarf. “Visibility’s garbage. We’re tracking straight into open ground. Arika wants us blind.”“She wants a meeting,” Lila shot back, not looking over her shoulder. “And I’m not turning back.”Lucas scanned the tree line one last time before sighing. “Yeah, well, if we die out here in the snow, at least it’ll be poetic.”The wind howled in answer.Their pace slowed as the ground sloped downward, snow now knee-deep. Every few steps, one of them stumbled. Lila’s
Lila froze.The crimson dot shimmered against her coat, small but deadly. Her breath caught in her throat, her muscles wound tight. Not a single sound echoed behind her—no footsteps, no shouts, no signs of the guards or her brothers intervening. Just that quiet, icy stillness and the whine of wind over rusted steel.Where are you, Arika? she thought, pulse hammering.She didn’t raise her hands. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she stared up at the ridge. “You’re not going to shoot me,” she said, her voice even despite the cold in her spine. “If you were, you already would have.”A long beat of silence. Then a laugh—faint, hollow, metallic.The laser dot vanished.Lila exhaled slowly. Her hand dropped to her side, fingers brushing the outline of her weapon, but she didn’t draw it. That would only escalate things. She was here for answers, not war. Still, her unease grew by the second. Not because of the target on her chest.But because her wolf was silent.Utterly.Painfully.Silent.Why ar
Through the Snow:"You're seriously doing this now? In this weather?" Jake's voice was low but taut, his breath misting in the cold air.Lila didn’t flinch. "The message said tomorrow. It’s already morning. Waiting is not an option."Lucas glanced toward the gray sky, his jaw flexing. "Visibility’s down to nothing. If this is a trap—""Then I’d rather spring it on my terms," Lila cut in, her arms crossed beneath her coat. The biting wind whipped strands of her dark hair across her face, but she stood her ground at the mouth of the estate garage, eyes fierce beneath the gloom."You’re making a mistake," Jake muttered, zipping up his jacket. "We could wait an hour. Maybe the snow will break."Lila turned to him. "Or maybe Arika will take the servers offline in that hour. We don’t know what she’s capable of anymore. We can’t afford to gamble."The heavy garage doors groaned open behind them, revealing three armed guards preparing the convoy. The steel-blue SUV at the front revved to life
Lila's fingers twitched restlessly against her thigh, the room tightening around her as the conversation spiraled deeper into familiar but no less agonizing territory."If you come," she said, her voice breaking against the lump in her throat, "if either of you are seen—Arika could destroy everything. She won't hesitate, Lucas. You don't know her like I do."Lucas exhaled sharply through his nose, leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees. His gaze cut into her with razor precision, but there was no anger there. Only relentless, painful patience."I know you think she's a monster," Lucas said slowly. "But even monsters hesitate when they have something they value."Jake nodded, standing just behind Lucas like a second pillar of quiet strength. "She won't destroy the servers. She’s desperate for them. She made that clear when she sent you that message.""You’re wrong," Lila whispered, shaking her head. Her heart banged painfully against her ribs, desperate to be heard. "You’re both w
The clock ticked forward, dragging them closer to sunset, closer to whatever fate waited at the abandoned harbor.---"You’re not going alone," Lucas said flatly, his voice sharp enough to slice through steel.Lila flinched at the force of it but said nothing, fingers tightening around the hem of her jacket."I second that," Jake added, stepping in front of her, effectively boxing her between them. His expression was grim, his posture bristling with protective energy. "This isn’t up for negotiation, Lila."She opened her mouth to argue but found no words ready on her tongue. Their eyes burned into her, filled with something fiercer than anger—fear. Not for themselves. For her."I have to go alone," she whispered hoarsely, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.Lucas crossed his arms over his chest, a living wall of defiance. "Over my dead body."Jake didn’t speak this time—he didn’t have to. His glower said it all.Lila bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood, frustr