ONE NIGHT CLAIM

SiennaThe pale light from the full moon streaked a silver light across the mansions and the outskirts of the city, reflecting my unease. I was at the edge of the bonfire’s glow, and its crackle was mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses. My phone vibrated in my pocket for the third time tonight—Derek, my Alpha, texting me and telling me to blend in. I ignored it, cupping my plastic cup of cheap wine. Unmated wolves in the stronger packs moved in the space, their confidence filled the air, mixed with musk, cologne and ambition. I was an omega from a weak suburban pack, ignored in my work out sneakers, second hand jeans, and worn out hoodie, its fabric holding the faint tang of laundry powder. My wolf stirred silently within me, suspicious, whispering to me to keep a low profile, safe. I took a sip of my wine, searching the room. The estate had glass walls, manicured lawns, and a DJ booth pumping out bass into the night. This was not some down home werewolf meeting; it was a s

RonanI stood in the guest lodgings, the air stale with the smell of last night’s party. My boots sounded hollow on the wooden floor of the vacated rooms, where Sienna’s pack had been. She was gone. No checkout, no note. I had told her to go, but she hadn’t said anything, had slipped out of my fingers without a word.My beta, Liam, was standing next to the doorframe, and his phone was in his hand as he went over the guest registry. “She didn’t check out, Ronan,” he said, his voice steady but holding an edge I did not care for. “No one saw her leave. Her pack’s van is parked, but she’s not among them. She’s just… gone.” I spun, my jaw tight, my hands clenched into fists. “Gone?” I snapped. “How does an omega disappear from a locked down land. Someone saw something. Find them.” Liam squinted at me, but he nodded and sent instructions to the security team. “Her Alpha, Derek, told me she’s not picking up there. He is saying that she's blowing him off. You absolutely sure you didn’t se

SiennaThere was a knock at the door, and the sound of it broke the silence in my small home like something sharp, something angry, and my heart leapt into my throat. I froze, the dish towel gripped in my hands. It was getting late, the moon was barely shining outside, and nobody came here. This was my rural sanctuary outside the pack, outside of him. My wolf bristled, alert, her hackles raised as I padded across the living room, my naked feet chilled against the hardwood.I turned the handle, and my breath caught in my chest. There stood Ronan Blackwood, his gray eyes glowing, his massive form filling the porch, exuding fury. My wolf whined, the old bond thrumming in my chest, raw and unwelcome, pulling me back to that night two years ago."Ronan," I called quietly, my voice shaking, my hands gripping the door frame so I wouldn't fall over. He didn’t pause, walking past me, his tread heavy, the door slamming behind him. My little living room collapsed under his presence, the low wa

SiennaThe silence in the house was a wild storm after he stormed out. He hadn’t lingered — just dropped a bombshell in my living room and walked away, leaving the door swinging like our lives could shift with just a gust. I sat on the couch, my fucking reality slipping through my fingers, my heart racing and my hands trembling. Moonlight slashed through the shadows, the only comfort coming from Caleb’s soft breaths in the nursery. Ronan was back. He knew. He held our son. He connected with him, and I felt the earth beneath me tremble. How was I supposed to breathe? Curled up on the couch, I tightened my sweatshirt around me, my knees pulled to my chest, and stared at the door, hoping against hope that it would swing open again. That he’d return and turn my world upside down once more. Two years of safety shattered in an instant. Two years of convincing myself that we were better off without him. And then one knock, one look, and everything I thought I knew cracked wide open

SiennaThe gate loomed before us, even more imposing than I recalled.Tall iron spires crowned its peak, flanked by fierce guard wolves, giving Blackwood’s compound the appearance of a stark fortress rather than a home. The late afternoon sun gleamed off its cold surfaces, turning it into an intimidating stronghold. As our SUV rolled forward, the gravel crunched beneath the tires, catching the attention of the guards. They straightened up, alert like lookouts the moment they recognized the driver.Ronan didn’t slow down.I sat beside him in the front seat, tension coursing through the quiet. Caleb, in the back, was already asleep, clutching his beloved stuffed wolf with an innocence that felt worlds away from the chaos to come.We hadn’t exchanged words during the drive.Not for lack of things to say, but because the weight of it all hung thick in the air.I clutched the hem of my coat tighter, anxiety prickling at my skin.This place felt like a warning.---With a metallic creak, th