تسجيل الدخولThen—then silence. No more messages. The facility had—had found all of Emily's recruited staff. Had—had shut down her network completely. But Emily's final message echoed. Her—her certainty that silence was—was worse than messages. That private belief—belief in karma was stronger than—than communi
"You're sure? You're absolutely certain—certain Emily can't manifest consequences through—through pure belief?" Dad hesitated. "I'll consult with—with Council witch. Ask if obsessive belief can—can create magical consequences even without training. But Caden—I doubt it. Emily's just—just trying to
The Next Generation Caden pov Three days after Emily's transfer to maximum security isolation and my phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Different burner phones. But—but always the same message. Always Emily. Always—always her belief in karma and justice and eventual consequences fo
My phone buzzed. One more message. **Unknown:** I know what you're planning. Can—can feel it somehow. You're going to—to isolate me. Take away—away communication. Lock me away where—where I can't reach you. Can't remind you—you of eventual justice. Of karma. Of—of cosmic correction. Fine. Do it. L
"She's escalating," Hope said. Voice shaking. "Caden, Emily's texting—texting multiple times. Building argument. She's—she's not deterred by us knowing. She's—she's confident the binding can't stop—stop abstract beliefs. That thinking about karma and—and justice isn't thinking about us specifically
The Next Generation Caden pov Two weeks after Emily's trial and binding, Hope and I finally—finally felt like we could breathe. The nursery was coming together. Twelve weeks pregnant now, Hope was—was past the worst of the morning sickness. Starting to show properly. Starting to look—look lik
"I know. I'm done making that mistake." I paused. "Dad, I slept for twenty hours yesterday. My body literally shut down. That's not going to happen again." "How can I be sure?" "Because Emma will kill me if it does," I said, only half-joking. "She made it very clear—if I go back to those pattern
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
"How much time?" "Grace gave me twenty-four hours. I have eighteen left." "She gave you a deadline?" Courtney's laugh was sharp. "That's very—controlling. Connor, is that really the kind of mate you want? Someone who issues ultimatums?" *She's protecting herself. She saw you with Courtney and







