Se connecterThat vampire wasn't going to die hunting Marcus Dane and Elena Frost. He was going to come home. Eventually. When the hunt was done. I just had to trust that. Had to believe it despite seven days of silence. Had to— I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, sunlight was stream
I thought back. Past the recent years, past childhood, to the earliest memory I could find. "I was three," I said finally. "Maybe almost four. I was in the pack house garden—Mama's garden with all the night-blooming flowers. And I was trying to draw them but my crayons weren't the right colors and
My Cheating Mate Grace pov Seven days. Seven days since Uncle Cas had left to hunt Marcus Dane and Elena Frost. Seven days of silence. No calls. No texts. No updates through the vampire network that usually kept us informed. Just—nothing. I stared at my phone for the hundredth time that ho
Courtney's eyes went wide. "Not—not prison? Not exile?" "The Council recognizes your age, your cooperation, your genuine remorse, and the manipulative environment you were raised in," Madeline continued. "We also recognize the testimony of your victim, Grace Trent, advocating for rehabilitative co
The Council members conferred quietly. Then Madeline spoke again. "Grace Trent. Please approach to provide testimony." I stood on shaking legs. Connor squeezed my hand once before releasing it. I walked to the center position—standing a few feet from where Courtney sat. "Miss Trent," Madeline
"Did you know about the planned assault?" Christopher asked. "No. Not until after." She shook her head. "The Preservation Front contacted me three days before the attack. My father—" Her voice broke. "Thomas Vex was my father. I didn't know he was high-level Preservation Front leadership until Lor
"Emma, wait—" But she was gone, practically running from the observation room. My father put a hand on my shoulder. "Give her space. This was hard for her. Hearing Vanessa's threats, watching her die—Emma needs time." "What if Vanessa was telling the truth?" I asked. "About the rogues? About h
My father's hand slammed on the table. "Jeremy Alexander Trent, that is enough!" I'd never heard him use that tone with me in public. Never heard his Alpha voice directed at me with such fury. "You are not on trial here," he continued, his voice shaking with barely controlled anger. "You are gui
"Yes, Alpha," Marcus said quietly. "This council is dismissed." My father stood. "Jeremy, my office. Now." I followed him in silence through the pack house corridors. Pack members pressed against the walls as we passed, sensing their Alpha's fury. No one dared speak or make eye contact. Inside
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The bed was soft. Too soft. When had my bed gotten this soft? I tried to remember the last time I'd actually slept in it. Days? A week? Everything was blurring together—intelligence briefings, tracking rogue movements, coordinating with allied packs. Emma's words







