ANGELAThe hospital’s air reeked of antiseptic and stale sorrow, but none of that compared to the rot crawling beneath my skin.Selena.My daughter.She looked like sleep had stolen her from the world a pale ghost of the fierce girl I once knew only from whispered stories and old photos. Now I stood over her, fists clenched, fury clawing its way up my spine.If Julia did this to her if she dared to tamper with Selena’s mind I’d drag her through every circle of hell with my own hands.I had missed her first steps. Her first shift. Every scraped knee and sleepless night. I didn’t know what stories haunted her dreams or what scars she had to hide with a smile.Stephen locked me away like I was some villain, but the real monsters walked free and one of them had laid her filthy hands on my child.My breath caught, then turned sharp with rage.I might be older now, but the fire in my bones hadn't dimmed it had only learned to burn quieter. More deadly.People had forgotten who I was.Back i
STEPHEN"Hello, Angela."The words hung in the air like dust motes in the dim light. My boots echoed softly on the stone floor as I stepped inside the room. It smelled of mildew and forgotten years. The walls, once white, now wore a dull gray with streaks of time and silence. Angela sat on the cot, unmoving at first until my voice reached her.She turned. Slowly. Her eyes, sunken and shadowed, found mine, and I saw the flicker of life that refused to be extinguished. There was no scream, no outburst just a ghost of a smile, dry and cracked, as if it hurt to show expression after all this time."You're not dead," she whispered."Neither are you," I replied, forcing calm into my tone. Inside, I burned. I hated this. Her. The memories she carried. But I needed her now.I walked toward her with the kind of slow confidence she used to mock. The past lay heavy between us, but I wasn’t here for that.“I need your help.”Her mouth twitched, as if laughter was too foreign a reaction.“The grea
STEPHENThe room was quiet almost too quiet.The only sound came from the soft rhythm of her breathing, steady and deep, as she lay motionless on the bed.Selena.I sat beside her, watching the subtle rise and fall of her chest beneath the sheets. Her face was so peaceful, so heartbreakingly calm that it almost made me forget everything except for the swollen curve of her stomach, a silent reminder that something much bigger had changed.She was pregnant.With my child.My throat tightened, and I blinked slowly, trying to process the reality that had been dumped on me like a cold bucket of water. I was going to be a father. A father. The very word sounded foreign on my tongue, like it belonged to someone else’s story some other man who had been prepared, who had seen this coming.Not me.Not like this.I dragged a hand through my hair, frustration simmering beneath my skin. How had we gotten here? How had the woman I fought so hard to protect ended up in this bed, her memories wiped c
JULIAThe night air bit into my skin as I wandered down the nearly empty street, the moonlight casting long shadows that danced with every step I took. My heels clicked against the pavement sharp, angry echoes that mirrored the chaos brewing in my chest.How?How the hell did Stephen get Selena back?I had taken her far away hidden her so deep she should’ve disappeared into dust. I did everything to make sure she would never return to this pack, and yet… there she was. Standing beside him. Looking whole. Alive. Loved.My fingers curled into fists, nails digging into my palms as I struggled to breathe. I thought I was finally winning Stephen back. Thought that the way he held me, the way he pounded into me like he was starving, meant something.But no.I was nothing but a distraction. A dirty secret.He was still hers.Rage flared hot in my veins. I’d counted on Alpha Tyler. I made sure Selena ended up in his hands. Stephen wouldn’t have been reckless enough to step foot into enemy ter
STEPHENShe didn’t recognize me. Not even a flicker of familiarity in her eyes.But she would.I stepped closer, careful not to startle her. The ache in my chest throbbed with every cautious step."I would never hurt you, Selena," I said softly, my voice breaking around the edges.She flinched. Her back hit the wall, and her arms wrapped instinctively around her swollen belly like a shield. Her eyes were wide and wet with fear."You already did," she whispered. "You tried to kill my baby... you made me lose my memories."My breath caught."What?" I blinked, stunned. "Selena, I would never... I didn’t... I couldn’t do that to you."But her words echoed louder in my head than my denial.She said she lost her memories.A cold knot formed in my stomach. How could a Healer Wolf my Healer Wolf forget who she is... who I am?And then a name flashed through my mind like a thunderclap. Adam. My cousin.If he had anything to do with this, if he touched her, if he planted lies in her mind he wou
STEPHENTwo weeks.That’s how long I’ve stalked the edges of Adam’s mansion like a ghost in the shadows watching, learning, blending in.Now, I know every creak of the floorboards, every blind spot in the cameras, every rotation of the guards. More importantly, I’ve already planted my people inside, wolves loyal only to me. Disguised as guards. Waiting for my signal.How I pulled it off? Let’s just say I have my ways. I’m Stephen this is what I do.And tonight, I’m taking back what’s mine.Selena.The main gate creaks open as I approach in a stolen patrol car, my frame hidden beneath a crisp guard’s uniform. There’s no resistance Adam’s real guards are either unconscious or worse. My men handled them quickly.The mansion looms in the moonlight, silent and still. Too still. The kind of silence that makes your instincts prickle with warning.I step out of the car and stride to the front door without hesitation. No alarms. No resistance.Everything is going according to plan.Inside, the