LOGINMara’s POVTristan fell asleep before I did. That should have made leaving easier, but it didn’t. I lay beside him in the dark, staring at the ceiling as his breathing deepened and the room grew still around us. For hours, I kept telling myself I was still going. The kiss had changed nothing. Staying for one night because Tristan asked me to did not mean I had forgotten why I packed my bag in the first place.I needed answers, not guesses. I did not need Jack’s blind faith or another warning from Tristan that I would destroy everything if I kept digging. Logan Fisher was looking for a woman who was young, small, brown haired, and frightened. Someone had vanished from Silverstone around the same time Ann turned up in Jack’s vehicle. Maybe it was not her. But if it was, I needed to know why Silverstone’s Beta was searching for her. I had to find out before Jack grew so attached to Ann that nothing I uncover would matter.Moonlight spilled across Tristan’s face. He looked different when
Tristan’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment I saw the open drawers. Mara never left anything half finished; not reports, not weapons, and definitely not packing. But there she stood in the middle of her quarters, clothes spread across the bed, a travel bag gaping at her feet, and half her wardrobe already gone. “What are you doing?”She didn’t turn. “I am leaving.”“What?” I asked, frowning.Mara shoved another shirt into the bag. “You heard me. I am fucking leaving.”I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. “No. I heard a stupid answer. So I’m asking again.” That made her whirl around. Anger blazed in her eyes. Good. I could handle Mara angry; what I couldn’t handle was the cold distance in her gaze, the look of someone already halfway gone.“I am leaving, Tristan.” She laughed, but there was nothing funny in it. “Because apparently I don’t have a place here anymore.”My expression tightened. I crossed the room and caught the bag before she could close it. “Let go.”“No,
Ann’s POVJack was gone for less than ten minutes. He returned carrying a tray crowded with enough food for three people and set it on the low table beside the sofa.“What is all that?” I asked.“Dinner.” He began arranging bread, roasted vegetables, chicken, fruit, and two bowls of soup. “For you and me. After the argument, I figured that we could use the peace of eating together, you know?”I stared at the spread. “Are you expecting Tristan?”“No.”“Then this is too much.”“Careful. That almost sounded like a complaint.” Jack’s mouth twitched. “And since I’m guessing you skipped lunch, you and the pups need the nutrition, so eat.”“I’m not complaining.”“Good.” He sat as if the last hour had not included an argument about trust, an investigation into my past, and the awful thing I had said about dying for him. Somehow, despite all of it, he had still remembered dinner.A few weeks ago, I would have wondered whether I was allowed to eat in his office or whether taking a second piece
Jack’s POVAnn walked into my office without knocking. She usually paused outside long enough for me to hear her gathering courage, but this time the door opened hard and fast. She shut it behind her and faced me with her shoulders squared.“Were you investigating who fathered my babies?”I set the report in my hand on the desk. There were several ways to answer her question and I chose the worst. “How did you find out?”A humorless laugh escaped her. “So it’s true.”“Ann.”“Don’t say my name like I’m overreacting.”“I’m not.”
Ann’s POVTristan found me near the eastern garden just before dinner. I had been walking alone, moving slowly with one hand resting beneath the curve of my stomach while the evening air moved softly through the trees. The babies had been active all afternoon; every small movement distracted me, and every kick made me stop and smile as if it were the first time I had felt them. For a few minutes I actually managed to forget everything else.Then I saw Tristan standing ahead of me. He was not smiling, and something tightened inside me the moment I reached him.“Ann,” he said.I slowed my pace. “Tristan,” I answered.He waited until I stood beside him, then his eyes swept the garden to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. That careful look
Jack’s POVI sent for Tristan before I could change my mind.That small act annoyed me more than it should have. I wasn’t indecisive by nature. Give an order, expect it done. That was how I ran things. If new information required a new course, I changed it and moved on, but this felt different. The investigation had never sat right with me, and now I knew enough, more than enough.Tristan arrived with the folder he’d been filling on Silverstone. He took one look at my face and slowed. “That expression is never good,” he said.“Close the door,” I told him.He raised an eyebrow but obeyed. Then he crossed to the desk and set the folder down. “I was going to come find you anyway,” he said. “I have another contact who might confirm whether Logan moved patrols the night Ann disappeared.”“No.” The word came out sharper than I intended. Tristan stopped mid-sentence, the folder still in his hands. “Stop the investigation.”He stared at me for a long second, then looked down at the papers as







