تسجيل الدخول"How much longer?" "However long it takes. Could—could be months. Could be years. Depends—depends on how long it takes—takes to destroy Hope. To prove—prove to Caden he made—made mistake. To get what—what should have been mine from—from the beginning." I hung up. Ignored—ignored Mara's subsequen
The Next Generation Emily pov I sat in the coffee shop three states away from Crescent Moon, watching the news report on my phone with absolute satisfaction. *"Emily Blackwood remains in maximum security supernatural isolation facility following continued harassment of mated wolves. Facility
He stared at me. Processing. "You—you asked Cas to murder Emily? Hope, that's—that's not—you're not—" "I'm not a murderer. But Caden—I wanted to be. For a moment—moment I really wanted Emily dead. Wanted—wanted permanent solution instead of living with—with constant fear of her private obsession.
"I don't care about being hero or villain! I care about—about my family! My pup! My relationship with—with Caden that Emily's ruining even from—from complete isolation! If killing her makes me—me villain, fine! Better villain with happy family than—than victim with destroyed mate bond!" "Hope, lis
The Next Generation Hope pov I sat on the couch in our home, sixteen weeks pregnant, tears streaming down my face after the worst argument Caden and I had ever had. All because of Emily. Always because of Emily. Even in complete isolation, even unable to send messages, even silenced—Emily w
Then—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
"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
"Do you ever think about where we'd be if you hadn't made that phone call?" Emma's voice was quiet. "That night, six years ago, when you called Cas for help with Black River?" "Sometimes. Usually when I'm watching him explain horse parliamentary procedures to our daughter with complete seriousness
My Cheating Mate Grace pov I didn't understand why everyone was so serious all the time lately. Mama and Daddy kept having quiet conversations that stopped when I walked into rooms. Uncle Cas didn't smile as much, even when I showed him my new drawings. Grandpa Richard kept checking all the w
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







