Mag-log inI stood frozen, my mind racing to catch up with this revelation. A child. Jackson's child. Our child. The implications crashed over me in waves, joy, terror, wonder, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility."How is this possible?" I whispered, one hand still pressed against my abdomen. "We've only just...""Diamond wolves conceive quickly when they find their true mates," the eldest priestess explained gently. "The Goddess ensures the continuation of her chosen bloodlines.""Does Jackson know?" I asked, suddenly anxious about his reaction.The third priestess shook her head. "Only those with the sight can detect life this early. You may tell him when you're ready."
"Even when you were being an insufferable jerk at Sneakz?" I teased, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.He laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my skin as he pressed kisses along my neck. "Especially then. It was the only way I could keep from dragging you into the back room and confessing everything."His shirt fell open under my persistent fingers, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. I traced the defined muscles, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. The mate bond between us hummed with electric intensity, every point of contact sending shivers of awareness through my body."You're beautiful," I whispered, pressing my lips to the hollow of his throat where his pulse raced.&nbs
Jackson ran a hand through his hair, looking dazed. "The Silver Knight series is about a wolf warrior protecting the boundary between worlds." His eyes widened further. "You've been writing about us.""Inspired by, not about," I clarified. "Nothing that would expose our world. Just... channelling what I knew instinctively, even with my wolf suppressed.""This changes everything," Maison muttered, his tactical mind visibly recalibrating. "The resources you bring to the table...""Are considerable," I finished for him. "My publisher doesn't know who I really am. I use intermediaries, but the income has been... substantial. I've been investing it, preparing for... something. I just didn't know what until now."
When I reached my room, I found Jackson waiting outside my door, his tall frame leaning against the wall with deceptive casualness. His eyes brightened when he saw me, though his expression remained carefully neutral, aware, as we both were, of the watchful eyes throughout the pack house."Alpha Graystone," he greeted formally. "A moment of your time?""Of course," I replied with equal formality, unlocking my door and gesturing him inside.Once the door closed behind us, his posture relaxed slightly. "You were with Cassandra and Maison," he said, not quite a question."Forming alliances," I confirmed, moving to my laptop to check emails before my publisher call. "Your brother surprised me."
By sunset, we had developed a strategy that might at least make a respectable showing. Not victory, we weren't delusional, but perhaps enough to earn some respect.As we returned to the pack house, exhausted but more unified than before, I spotted Jackson waiting near the entrance. He stood alone, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable in the fading light."Go ahead," I told my small unit. "I'll join you shortly."They filed past Jackson with respectful nods but wary eyes. Pack loyalty ran deep, and despite our complicated situation, I was now their Alpha."Spying on the competition?" I asked as I approac
A heavy silence fell over the room. Even Alpha Blackthorn looked taken aback, his calculating expression softening for a moment."I don't seek war," I continued, finding strength in the truth. "But I won't abandon those who've waited for me either. There must be a middle path."The Stoneclaw Alpha, Lydia, I remembered, studied me with newfound interest. "What exactly are you proposing?"I felt Star's presence surge forward, offering clarity and confidence. "A phased restoration. The core Silvercrest territory returned to us immediately, the sacred grounds where generations of my family are buried. For the rest, I propose a six-month transition period where we negotiate fair boundaries with each neighbouring pack."Logan's eyebrows r







