Mag-log in"Me neither. Caden, we're both—we're both learning. Both trying. That's—that's okay. As long as we're honest. As long as we—we talk instead of assuming. As long as we give each other chances to fix mistakes." "Honest communication. No assumptions. Multiple chances." He was still holding my hand. S
"You felt it?" My voice was small. Hopeful. Terrified. "Caden, you actually felt the mate bond? You—you recognized it?" "Yes. Not immediately. Not when we were talking at the gathering. But after—after I was alone and thinking about why you looked so upset—it hit. The certainty. The pull. The—the
The Next Generation Hope pov I lay on my bed facing the wall, knees pulled to my chest, trying not to cry anymore. The mate bond was—excruciating. Every instinct screaming that Caden was mine. That he should be here. That watching him with Emily was wrong on fundamental level. But he'd looke
I went upstairs. Found the second door on the right. Knocked quietly. "Come in." Hope's voice. Muffled. Like she'd been crying. Fuck. I'd made her cry. Had devastated my mate before even realizing she was my mate. I opened the door. Hope was sitting on her bed, eyes red, looking—looking vulner
"I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Didn't want to—to make things awkward since we're friends and train together and—" I stopped. "I was being a coward. Should have been honest months ago instead of letting her build expectations." "Yes. You should have." No judgment in Dad's voice. Just observat
The Next Generation Caden pov I watched Hope Reed-Castellan leave with her family, and something in my chest twisted. She'd looked—gutted. Devastated. Like something had broken when we were talking. And I—I didn't understand why. We'd just been having normal conversation. Me and Emily planning
"She needs to hear it from Alpha command. From me and Marcus together." He checked his watch. "I'm waking Marcus now. We'll meet here in thirty minutes. That gives you time to prepare Emma for what's coming." After he left, I returned to the living room. Emma was still asleep, her face peaceful in
Marcus came out of nowhere. A blur of brown fur slamming into the leader from the side. Father and daughter. Protecting each other. They rolled, savage and desperate. Marcus was good—Beta for a reason—but the leader was better. More experienced. More brutal. I reached them and dove in, three wol
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
"Okay," I agreed. We worked together in silence, tucking in sheets, arranging pillows. The domesticity of it was both comforting and painful. A reminder of what we'd had, what we'd lost, what we might be slowly rebuilding. "There," Jeremy said when we finished. "Looks good. Feels weird sleeping







