MasukHope's phone rang. Liam. "Hope, Alpha Marcus just arrived. With—with enforcers. With enough backup to—to make sure Emily can't escape. He's—he's taking her into custody. Confiscating her phone. Her laptop. Everything that might have the fake photos. He's—he's ending this. Now. Permanently." "Goo
If Emily's fake photos spread—if allied packs believed Hope and I had betrayed the mate bond through affairs—it undermined everything. Gave ammunition to extremists who said cross-species bonds were—were mistakes. Were unstable. Were proof integration should never have happened. "Emily's not just
The Next Generation Caden pov I stared at the fake photo on Hope's phone feeling—feeling rage like I'd never experienced. Emily had fabricated evidence. Had photoshopped me into a coffee shop I'd never been to. Had created—had created false proof that I'd lied to Hope. That I'd sought Emily ou
The dread was still there. Heavy. Insistent. The mate bond warning that danger was—was coming. That Emily's plan was—was bigger than we'd anticipated. "Tell me about the dread," Hope said quietly. "Caden, describe it. What—what exactly are you feeling through the bond?" "Warning. Like—like somet
"And while we're watching Liam's meeting—while we're focused on gathering evidence against Emily—she's—she's gathering evidence against you." Hope's calm was gone now. Replaced by real fear. "Caden, she could—could destroy the bond by making me think you're—you're not committed. That you're—you're p
The Next Generation Caden pov One hour until Liam's meeting with Emily and I felt—wrong. The mate bond was humming with tension. With—with warning that something wasn't right. I watched Hope pace the Reed-Castellan living room, phone in hand, expression calm. Too calm. Like she was—was preparin
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The armory felt different this time. Quieter. More controlled. No pack-wide mobilization, no warrior teams gearing up together with the energy of anticipated battle. Just me. Lord Castellan. Three of his most trusted vampire lieutenants. My father. And Marcus—the on
"We can arrange that." My voice was darker than I intended. "Emma, whatever you want—" "No." She shook her head. "I want—I want her to be useful. To actually help undo some of the damage she's caused. And then I want her gone. Exiled. I don't care if she lives or dies, as long as she's never anywh
"That's not much of a choice," I pointed out. "It's more choice than she gave any of you when she told hunters about Grace's birth." His voice hardened. "Jeremy, Emma, I understand you want justice. Want punishment. But right now, you need tactical advantage more. Let's use Dr. Chen to destroy the
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I'd been holding Grace for maybe twenty minutes, marveling at how something so tiny could be so perfect, when the alarms started blaring. Not hospital alarms. Pack alarms. The specific pattern made my blood run cold: Perimeter breach. Multiple hostiles. All warrio







