LOGINHello Readers, How was the chapter but where is Leo going? Can you guess it?
Alex's POV:I pulled it over my head and dropped it.He turned and looked and his eyes moved across my torso with the focus of someone doing an assessment and I watched him locate every single point of damage in about four seconds. The gash on my side. The bruising across my left shoulder which had gone a deep ugly purple. Two smaller cuts along my ribs on the right. A scrape across my collarbone that I genuinely had no memory of acquiring."You did not mention any of this," he said."Neither did you."He made a sound that was not quite agreement but not argument either and pulled a chair close and sat down in front of me and opened an antiseptic pad."This is going to sting.""I know what herbal antiseptic does, Blake.""I am being polite." He pressed it to the gash on my side and I pulled in a short breath through my teeth. He did not look up. He worked carefully, methodically, cleaning the wound properly before reaching for the closure strips. His hands were steady. The kind of ste
Blake's POV:I slipped my phone into my pocket. "No. She is a grown woman. If she is getting closer to someone then that is her business and it is fine." I said it without defensiveness because I meant it without defensiveness. "She has been on her own for a long time, Alex."Alex's brow pulled in slightly. "What if that someone is not acceptable. What if it is complicated or not what people would expect."I looked at him.He looked back at me.I let a moment pass because what he was saying had edges on it that pointed somewhere neither of us was naming out loud, and I wanted to be clear."Nothing is unacceptable by definition," I said. "It depends entirely on how you look at it." I kept my voice level. Quiet. "Suppose I am into you. That is unacceptable to most of the world. Both our packs, the politics, everything surrounding us says it should not exist." I held his gaze and did not look away. "Does that change the fact that you have feelings for me? Does it change what exists on yo
Blake's POV:The phone kept ringing in my hand and I kept looking at it like it might tell me something the screen wasn't already telling me.Mom.My brain was running fast. The Beta pair had left maybe twenty minutes ago with the captured rogue. Had they already reported in? Had someone on Silver territory's night patrol sent word up the chain fast enough to reach my mother before dawn? She had connections everywhere, always had, but this felt quick even by her standards.Or maybe she had known before any of that.With my mother, both options were equally possible.I accepted the call and brought it to my ear."Hello.""So my champ is a big boy now." Her voice came through warm and easy, carrying that particular smile I could always hear without seeing. Calm. Not the clipped urgent tone of someone who had received an emergency report. More like someone who had been waiting a reasonable amount of time before deciding to call. "He does not even reach me when things get difficult."I le
Alex's POV:Blake moved.I do not know if he heard me or felt the shift in the air or just had that particular instinct that some wolves are born with and cannot explain. He dropped sideways and the branch tore through the space where he had been standing and hit the ground hard enough to embed itself two inches into the dirt.The clearing went quiet.The large rogue looked at what it had done and then looked at us and made the calculation that most creatures make when the math stops working in their favor. It turned and ran. The two uncertain ones followed immediately. Just like that the fight was over except for the one remaining rogue who had been too slow to disengage and found himself with a Beta on each side and nowhere interesting to go.He stopped trying after about four seconds.Smart.Blake straightened from his crouch and looked at the embedded branch and then looked at me. He did not say anything. Neither did I. There was nothing that fit the moment so we left the moment a
Alex's POV:We were maybe two kilometers out when I called him.The phone rang three times and I was already preparing myself for voicemail when he picked up. His breathing hit me first. Shallow and uneven, the kind a person does when they are trying to stay completely still and failing at it."Rafe.""Alpha." His voice was barely above a whisper. "They are close. They are all around me.""How many."A pause. The sound of something shifting in the dark on his end. "I counted five. Maybe six. I cannot be sure."I kept my own voice low and steady. "We are almost there. Stay exactly where you are. Do not move. Do not engage.""Please." He said it just like that, one word, and that single word from Rafe of all people did something to my chest I did not have time to examine. "Please be faster.""We are running." I ended the call and looked at Blake.He had heard. His face was already set in that particular way it got when something needed doing and he was figuring out how to do it. No pani
Alex's POV:It was not the first time I had run in this form. Obviously. I had shifted hundreds of times over the years, had covered more forest ground than I could measure. But there was something specific and unrepeatable about this particular run, at this particular hour, beside this particular wolf, and I was aware of it with a clarity that was almost inconvenient given the circumstances.I had dreamed about this.Not metaphorically. Literally. As a younger Alpha just learning what the mate bond meant and what it might eventually look like, I had imagined this exact thing. Late night forest. Full shift. Running beside the person who was mine in the most fundamental sense the universe had arranged. No audience. No expectation. Just the two of us and the trees and the dark and the speed.Blake did not know.That was the part that sat heavy and tender simultaneously. He ran beside me right now with no knowledge of what he was to me, no awareness that this moment I was carrying quietl







