LOGINWREN’S POV
I woke up to a loud bang on the door, someone trying to bring it down. I groaned, wanting to go back to sleep, then realized my hands were inside my pants, and I was having a very wet dream. I scrambled from the bed with wide eyes, staring around. I was back at the pack, and the usual routine must be continued. The sun was already out. SHIT! I’m doomed before the day even begins. Making my way to the door, I opened it to see Piper on the other side, holding a large jug in her hand. Before I could react, she poured it all over me. The water was freezing, biting into my skin. She was seething, her face red with anger and hatred. She looked terrifying, like her wolf was about to break free. “Who gave you the fucking right to lock the door? Do you think this is your house?” she screamed, her voice hoarse but sharp. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry” I stammered, shivering as the water seeped through my shirt to my skin. “Fuck your apology!” She sneered, throwing the jug against my chest. “Don’t forget your fucking place. The sun is out before you today, don't let that happen again or you won’t like what I’ll do to you.” She stormed away and I followed, knowing I didn’t have the liberty to go back and change or even brush my teeth. That would just earn me another round of wicked confrontations and one dose was more than enough. I made it to the kitchen and started making breakfast for everyone, trying hard to remember who was allergic to what and which table needed which casserole. It was tedious, working in a cold, wet shirt with messy hair and bad breath. As soon as I finished, another maid came and summoned me to my mother’s room. I hadn’t seen her since dinner yesterday. She hadn’t looked like herself then so I left her alone. Besides, Piper was there. Why would she send for me now, knowing I was working? I cleaned my hands and headed to her room, trying to smooth my hair into something presentable. She hated when I didn’t dress up around her, and I knew she’d have something to say about how I looked. I knocked on the door, waiting for a moment before stepping inside. Piper was there, along with a man who looked like a doctor, standing beside my mother’s bed. My heart dropped. She looked worse than I’d imagined. Her skin was pale, her eyes pale and shadowed and dark veins ran beneath her skin like a map of grief. Rushing toward her, I tried to take a closer look, desperate to figure out what was wrong as a nurse but she flinched away from me. I didn’t let the sting of rejection show even after noticing how Piper held her other hand protectively as if I wasn’t worthy of touching her. I forced a smile and straightened up, stepping away from the bed and refusing to meet Piper’s smug gaze. The doctor finished what he was doing and turned to me. “You’re Wren?” he asked, tilting his head. He looked young and unfamiliar. I’d never seen him in the pack before. When did he start working here? Where was he from? What were his qualifications? Why wasn’t the pack physician here? “Yes. And you are?” I asked in the same breath, only to hear Piper growl low in warning. Of course, I’d overstepped. “I’m Doctor James” he extended his hand, shaking mine briefly. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked softly, trying to suppress the panic building in my chest. She doesn’t look good. The doctor hesitated glancing between my mother and Piper before speaking. “Lunara’s Blight” he answered with a heavy tone. My heart skipped. Lunara’s Blight. The illness was rare and only whispered about in pack histories as a sickness tied to grief, loneliness and the weight of loss. Or the loss of a wolf. It wasn’t physical but emotional. A werewolf’s bond with their wolf becoming fragile or breaking entirely. Without treatment it left the wolf dormant and the person weak till they died. When I heard of it when I was younger I was glad I didn’t have a wolf. Of course that was stupid. Every werewolf needs a wolf. “She’s been under immense stress” The doctor continued. “The symptoms worsen if the emotional state isn’t addressed. Her wolf… it’s slipping away.” I looked at my mother, who turned her face to the wall as if ashamed. She was intentionally doing it to herself because she has lost her mate. She didn’t want to live anymore. Then why did she agree to marry the alpha in the first place? “Why wasn’t I told sooner?” I whispered in a thin voice filled with emotions. “Because there’s nothing you can do. You left her here all alone. Just like always.” Piper scoffed. The door was pushed open without knocking, a figure entered the room with a commanding presence. I felt a shiver racing down my spine as he raised his head and stared at everyone in the room with bottomless sharp eyes. He looks nothing like Piper. She definitely got her looks from her mother. Alpha Ronan is a tall man and masculine in every sense. He has the most beautiful set of golden eyes I have ever seen. Like aged whiskey under the sun. I was startled as the heaviness of his gaze landed on me. My heart stuttered in my chest and I instinctively stepped back, bumping into the wall behind me. Alpha Ronan's presence was overwhelming. "How is she?" He turned his attention to the doctor, his voice cutting through the room with power. Like a true alpha. . "She’s suffering from Lunara’s Blight, Alpha. The symptoms are advanced” Doctor James straightened, his posture rigid under the Alpha's scrutiny. "And what are you doing about it?" The Alpha’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as he processed everything. "I’ve started her on the treatments we have available but this illness..." The doctor hesitated, glancing toward my mother. "She needs more than medicine." Alpha Ronan’s golden eyes flickered toward my mother, softening for a fraction of a second before hardening again. Then his gaze snapped to me, pinning me in place. "And you? What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice low but laced with authority. I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. Piper was the one who answered for me, her tone dripping with contempt. "She’s just here to gawk like always." Alpha Ronan’s eyes narrowed slightly and for a moment, I thought he was going to dismiss me entirely. Instead, he turned to the doctor. I definitely look comical right now. "Do what you can. I’ll handle the rest." He commanded. Doctor James nodded quickly then started gathering his tools and headed for the door without looking back. I stepped aside to let him pass, my pulse still racing. "Leave us” Alpha Ronan to me without looking at me. I hesitated, glancing at my mother, who wouldn’t meet my eyes. Piper’s smug expression practically burned into the side of my face as I turned and walked out of the room feeling rejected. She wants so bad to remove me from the little family they made while I was away and it hurts so much. I didn’t leave though. I stayed outside until Piper stomped out of the room, she didn’t see me behind the door so she walked down the corridor growling about killing me. I shrunk deeper behind the door. Alpha Ronan walked out next and watched me with those eyes that made me shiver with both fear and desire. “Pack up your bags. We are going to an island in five hours. Your mother will explain everything to you” He said coolly then left just like that.RONANThe silk was a cool, firm pressure against my wrists. I tested the bonds, not to escape but to feel their strength. Wren knew her knots. They held fast, securing my arms to the ornate headboard of our bed. The stress of the last week (a border dispute with the Silver Creek pack, a failed harvest along with endless weight of leadership) had settled deep in my shoulders, a knot I couldn't untangle. Then Wren had proposed this. Her request. Her game.I lay on my back, naked watching her. She stood at the foot of the bed, a vision in soft black lace and sheer stockings that ended in delicate garters. But it was the ears perched in her hair and the fluffy tail swaying gently behind her that completed the look. My kitten. She wanted to play but tonight, she held the power. I was here for it. I needed to let go, to let her take control.She crawled onto the bed, her movements fluid, predatory. The mattress dipped with her weight. She didn't touch me yet. She just looked, her eyes dar
RONAN’S POVThree Years Later…I stood on that same stretch of sand and let myself remember everything I’d almost thrown away. The cabin behind us looked smaller now, exactly the way Wren had said though I understood the feeling differently than she probably meant it. I remembered standing at that window years ago, watching her sleep, terrified of a future I couldn’t picture without her in it and still too much of a coward to say so out loud. Remembered calling her temporary in front of Mason, watching the words land like a blade across her face telling myself afterward that it had been necessary. It had been none of those things. It had been fear wearing the shape of wisdom that had cost me seven months of searching. Cost Wren an entire pregnancy and birth she’d faced completely alone. Cost us both time we’d never fully get back no matter how much healing came after.I watched her now, walking ahead of me along the same coastal path witj Violet’s small hand wrapped in hers. They we
WREN’S POV Three Years Later…Camille waddled into the nursery looking like she might genuinely combust from happiness.“She kicked again,” she announced, both hands pressed against her enormous belly glowing in that particular way pregnant women did when everything about their life had finally clicked into place. “William felt it too, he nearly cried, it was actually embarrassing how emotional he got over one tiny kick.”“You cried harder than he did,” I reminded her, not looking up from where I sat braiding Violet’s dark hair.“That’s completely irrelevant.” She settled carefully into the chair across from us, radiant despite the exhaustion that came with carrying twins this far along. “Auntie Camille needs to see her favorite niece before Auntie Camille collapses from sheer pregnancy fatigue.”“Auntie Camille,” Violet corrected primly, at three years old already possessing her mother’s exact insistence on precision, “you’re not tired. You’re just being dramatic.”Camille gasped, c
WREN’S POVWe settled on splitting our time which sounded complicated in theory and turned out to be surprisingly simple in practice.Six months at Darknight, six months at Black Diamond. Victor and Ronan working out the logistics between them with less trouble than I expected from two alphas who started this entire journey as cautious near strangers.“You’re building an entire treaty around a custody schedule for a toddler” Camille had observed one evening, watching them hash out border patrol coordination like it was the most natural thing in the world.“She’s not a toddler yet” I said. “She’s barely six months old.”“She’ll get there. And apparently by the time she does, she’ll have two entire packs fighting over who gets her for the holidays.”That had turned out to be more accurate than either of us expected.Darknight had surprised me most. I braced myself for lingering resistance, for the same cold judgment I’d grown up absorbing my entire childhood, whispered comments about th
WREN’S POVThe moon wasn't just in the sky. It was a physical pressure against my skin, a low hum in my blood that vibrated straight to my core. The beach ceremony haS been a special kind of hell. Every forced smile, every polite nod to the pack elders had scraped my nerves raw, all while Ronan's scent (the clean, dark musk that promised absolutely filthy things) kept winding around me from across the bonfire.Now we were back in the cabin, the hum has become a roar. A restless energy coiled in my gut, hot and demanding.Ronan leaned against the doorframe, all coiled muscle and simmering heat. The moonlight didn't just catch his eyes; it set them on fire turning the gold into a burning, possessive inferno."Can you feel it?" He growled.My breath hitched. "Feel it?" My voice was a choked whisper. "It feels like I'm going to crawl out of my skin."‘Good!”Ashley snarled in my head. ‘Let him see what he does to us. Let him smell it.’"I need to shift," I said, the words barely human."Me
WREN’S POVThe celebration was still going strong behind us, music and laughter drifting across Black Diamond’s grounds but Ronan had pulled me quietly toward the treeline sometime after midnight, his hand warm around mine, something purposeful in his expression that made curiosity outweigh my exhaustion.“Where are we going?” I asked, my emerald dress still trailing slightly against the grass. “Somewhere private,” he said, glancing back at me with that particular gold-eyed intensity that still made my breath catch even after everything we’d survived to reach this exact night. “I want to show you something.”We walked until the celebration faded into distant murmur, until the trees opened into a small moonlit clearing that felt private in the particular way only deep woods managed, soft grass and silver light filtering down through the canopy above.“I’ve been thinking,” he said turning to face me fully, “about something I haven’t gotten to do yet. Something that matters to me more t
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
WREN’S POV The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care. I picked out a bikini







