Masuk
WREN’S POV
Walking towards the Alpha’s part of the pack house still feels surreal, but I know I will find my mother there and not at the other part of the pack house where we used to live with my father. He died four years ago before I went to college, and now my mom is married to the Alpha. This is my first time coming back in four years. I don’t know why Dad wanted her to marry the Alpha, honestly, because she would prefer to live the rest of her life with his memories, I’m sure of that. I smiled, excited to meet her after four long years. We can spend Christmas together again though it will be different without father. As I made my way towards the side, though, I bumped into someone who had already seen me coming because the way I was pushed to the floor with force was very intentional. I groaned at the pain in my butt, then raised my eyes. Piper. Piper loathed me and to think she used to be my best friend before she allowed boy drama to get in the way. She knows all of my secrets, just like I knew hers before our final year in high school. Everything changed then. See, Piper is the daughter of the Alpha of Dark Night Pack and now my stepsister, it seems. She stared down at me with so much disdain I coiled into myself. I looked away from her piercing eyes and tried standing up, but she wasn’t having it. She pushed me down with the heel of her wedge shoes with a sneer. She let her eyes snap with her wolf to show me just how superior she was. To remind me that she has a werewolf form and I don’t. I told her this secret on my eighteenth birthday that I might never get a wolf and she promised to help me hide it. But the second we stopped being friends, everyone knew about it, including my parents. It’s safe to say they couldn’t wait for me to leave. Now I’m back with small hope that we are all grown, but I should have known. Piper doesn’t forgive anyone. She has become so bitter that I don’t even recognize her most of the time. “Where do you think you are going, Wrench?” she asked, her feet still pressing hard on my legs, making me wince more. It hurts so much! “I’m going to see my mother” I gritted out, trying to wiggle out from her shoe, but to no avail. She’s fucking strong too. “Ah, she wants to run to her mommy. What a weak wrench you still are” she mimicked a baby’s voice, anger shimmering in her eyes. “Please, Piper…” I begged through gritted teeth because it is getting unbearable. She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth, then slowly removed her foot from my leg only to kick me in the ribs. I howled, doubling over in pain, tears gathering in my eyes. I bit down a sob rushing from my throat. “That is for you strutting in here like you fucking own the place or deserve to be here. Don’t forget you are an omega, and you have service to do for the pack. Go and remove those fucking clothes and get to work” she sneered, her face contorting. “Pipes! Christmas shopping is waiting” a voice called from the door, and two girls showed up a few seconds later to take in the scene. Olivia and Tori. They used to follow us around back then. We weren’t friends, but they set us up. Piper couldn’t see through the whole drama that was made to separate us but I know what they did and they knew I knew it. I never bothered explaining to her, though, because it was not worth it. She had already decided what she wanted to do with our friendship and how she threw me under the bus about being an omega for not having a wolf. “Ouuu, she’s back already?” one said, staring at me with disdain. “No wonder I felt the air stuffing today. Why did she come back?” the other stomped her feet, staring at Piper as if she had all the answers. “She wants to suffer more, and I’m here to make her life more miserable, of course” Piper grinned maliciously while checking her nails. “But we are going to be late. We can deal with her later” Olivia said not bothering to look at me again. I wasn’t worth it. Piper turned back to me, staring at me with a wicked smile. “If you like to go and tell your mommy what I just did, we both know she won’t even believe you” “The woman that loves you more than her own daughter?” Tori laughed at the fact and we all know it. My mother would never believe that Piper would do anything bad even if she was doing it right in front of her eyes. She is a good girl and I am a liar so I stopped telling her anything. “Now girls don’t be so crude” Piper pouted. “Anyways, since you are back, you will be making dinner today for the entire pack. Don’t forget, not everyone eats the same meal.” They turned around to leave when the girls whispered something to her and I saw the way her head angled in that predatory way when she wanted to bully people from school and I had to stop her. “Oh, check the dungeon too. You haven’t been there for a while and I’m sure they have MISSED you. Clean it!” With that they strutted down the hall. My heart squeezed in my chest at the thought of the dungeon because I was almost raped one time because a guard ‘mistakenly’ left a cell door open. It wasn’t a mistake! I stood up from the floor and dragged my suitcase with me while wincing. I went to check on my mother in the master bedroom but she wasn’t there. She was in a guest room and it looks like that is where she stays. What sort of marriage is this between her and the alpha? I greeted her and she answered lazily though she looked a bit sick. I’m sure it’s because of my father's death. When your mate dies, you start to hate your own life. She didn’t show any sign that she had missed me, only accepted my greeting like it was the usual day. It stung so bad but I swallowed and told her I was going to make dinner for everyone. “Good. Alpha Ronan has been complaining about Cook lately. Since you are back you can take over.” She said lazily reclining on the bed. I swallowed against the thick and raw hurt in my throat and set out to the room she told me to use. It was the smallest one that used to have the former Luna's stuff before she ran away. She wasn’t Alpha Ronan’s mate and when she found her mate, she left him. I started making the dinner first and set everything in the large dining room fit for a hundred people. Yes, I did everything alone cause the maids won’t help me. “You are the same as us and our only difference is you are the Alpha’s stepdaughter now. But still an omega” one of them had scoffed, then they disappeared from the kitchen. I hurried to the dungeon before the sky turned dark and just in case I asked the guards to make sure every cell was locked. Once confirmed I entered the foul smelling place and started cleaning. I haven’t lost my touch because even when I went to college I used to work as a janitor to pay my bills. There is nothing new. I finished as soon as I could then run away from the cat calls. The men inside were so nasty telling me what they’d do to me if I just accepted them. That they’d show me a good time to forget my sorrows. Disgusting pigs. While walking back to the pack house I pass by the pack gym. It was empty except for one person training vigorously half naked. My eyes widened when I realized who it was. Alpha Ronan. I stared at him with unabashed eyes as I always do. It doesn’t matter that he is married to my mom now. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life. Late thirties, dark hair and hard muscles everywhere. He finished training and turned around. My eyes zeroed on the shape of his manhood straining against his tight sweatpants. I swallowed. The way this man has featured in my every wet dream…WREN’S POVThe ceremony itself happened at sunset exactly as tradition demanded. Black Diamond’s grounds transformed with soft lighting and simple elegant decoration that spoke of Victor’s careful attention despite his usual severe demeanor.Ronan waited at the front, dressed in deep charcoal that complemented my emerald perfectly. Violet fussy and squirming in his arms despite his best efforts to soothe her.I nearly laughed walking down the aisle watching this powerful, dangerous alpha bounce our daughter gently while she scrunched her face up in obvious displeasure at being confined to formal wear for the occasion. I think she is an introvert just like her momma. “She’s not happy about the outfit” I murmured, once I’d reached him, Victor standing witness just beside us with an expression of fierce pride.“She has excellent taste already” Ronan said, adjusting his hold as Violet finally settled slightly against his chest. “Formal wear is objectively terrible.”The ceremony itself
WREN’S POVVictor insisted on hosting it himself which surprised absolutely everyone except me.“You’re my niece” he’d said simply, when I hesitated over whether Black Diamond territory was even appropriate for something like this. “You’ll be claimed properly, in front of witnesses who actually matter, in a place that’s protected you when no one else did. I won’t have it any other way.”That settled it. Two packs, technically neutral toward each other for years are now standing together on Black Diamond soil for a ceremony that meant more than the desperate public claiming Ronan made months ago in a hall full of wolves who haven’t understood what they were witnessing.This time, everyone understood exactly what they were witnessing. The former Weirdo of the pack is standing as the Luna of the pack. Two decades younger than the alpha with a baby they named after his ex-wife who happens to be her mother. Oh God. We have the weirdest story in the history of werewolf. I’m sure we are go
WREN’S POVIfound him in the training yard the next morning, going through slow forms alone in the early light. His focus was so complete he didn’t notice me watching from the treeline for several long minutes.I studied him. The careful discipline in every movement, the exhaustion still visible beneath his composure. Seven months and several more weeks of patient waiting written into the tired set of his shoulders even now. I stepped into the clearing.He caught my scent immediately, turning toward me with the same careful hope he always carried now. He is no longer daring to assume anything beyond whatever I chose to offer.“Wren.” He straightened, wiping sweat from his brow. “Everything okay? Is Violet–”“She’s fine. Sleeping.” I crossed the distance between us slowly, my heart calm in a way it hasn’t been in months. “I need to tell you something.”“Okay.” His expression was off as if he was waiting for me to withdraw my decision. “I’m choosing this” I said, watching his face care
WREN’S POVI asked him to stay after the visit ended. He looked startled by the request, glancing toward the door like he expected me to change my mind before he’d even fully processed it. You want me to stay?” He tilted his head, his skin has tanned some more. “I want to try something.” I gestured toward the chair across from mine, my heart already pounding with the weight of what I was about to attempt. “Sit. Please.”He sat, careful and perplexed watching me with an expression that mixed hope with genuine confusion.“Victor’s told you about what I can do now. The ability and what it means.” I started toying with my fingers. “He mentioned something. I didn’t fully understand the specifics.”“I sense the gap” I said quietly, “between what someone says and what their wolf actually feels underneath it. Truth and performance and whether they align or not.” I held his gaze gathering the courage for what I was about to ask. “I want to use it on you. Fully this time. Not by accident, th
WREN’S POVI sat in the nursery that night after he’d left, Violet finally asleep and found myself doing something I hadn’t let myself do in weeks. Actually counting the moments. Not the claiming or the kneeling or the speech in the sitting room that I’d held at careful arm’s length for so long. The small ones. The ones I’d been filing away without admitting I was keeping score at all. The formula, for one.I’d mentioned once in passing, exhausted and barely paying attention to my own words. That the clinic’s usual brand had been out of stock for a week and Violet hated the substitute. Three days later a case of the correct brand appeared outside my door with no note attached. I haven’t asked how he’d found out. Camille had let it slip weeks later that he’d called four different suppliers across two territories until he found one still carrying it. He’d never mentioned it himself. Never used it as evidence in his own favor. I’d only known because I paid attention.Then there was the
WREN’S POVI started allowing supervised visits twice a week, careful hour long windows where Ronan could sit with Violet under my direct watch. I never left alone with her or given more than exactly what I’d decided he’d earned so far. He never pushed for more.That alone had done more to soften my guard than anything else these past weeks. He simply arrived on schedule, sat wherever I indicated and gave Violet his complete, undivided attention for the full hour without once glancing toward me with any expectation beyond what I’d already offered.Today he sat on the nursery floor, his large frame folded awkwardly to accommodate the low height of the space. A soft rattle in his hand that he shook gently while Violet watched with the intense, unfocused concentration of a two-month-old encountering something fascinating for the first time.“You’re getting better at that,” I said from my chair near the window, watching him.“At rattles?” A small, surprised smile crossed his face. “High p
WREN. The sun was high when I decided to leave the cabin. The air was warm and sticky and for once I wanted nothing more than to feel the sea against my skin. I told Ronan I was going for a swim nothing more than that. He didn’t argue and he just gave me one of those long looks that always makes m
WREN’S POV Sleep refused to come. I had spent hours staring at the ceiling, tangled in sheets that still smelled like Ronan my body thrumming with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he had taken me in that elevator like he owned me. Like he had every right to claim me. But my thoughts
RONAN’S POV I stormed out of the ballroom with my pulse pounding in my ears and my breath coming in ragged and uneven bursts. The tension in my body coiled so tightly it felt like I was seconds away from detonating. Every muscle was strung tight, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching my t
MASON’S POV Mason sat at the head of the long mahogany table with his fingers drumming soundlessly against the polished surface. The air in the room was thick with cigar smoke and the weight of unsaid words. His council members consisting of the six of the most cunning and ruthless strategists







