LOGINAnn's POV
For several long seconds, I could only stare at Doctor Mercer as his words echoed through the sterile quiet of the medical room. The world seemed to narrow to a single impossible sound.
Triplets.
The word didn’t feel real. It hovered between us like something too enormous to belong inside my exhausted body. My fingers drifted instinctively toward my stomach, pressing lightly against the thin fabric of the medical gown as though I might somehow feel three separate lives beneath my palm.
“You are certain?” I whispered, barely able to force the words out. “Triplets?”
Doctor Mercer’s expression tightened. He released my hand and turned quickly toward the ultrasound machine, lowering the brightness of the screen before anyone passing the narrow window in the door could glimpse what was displayed.
“I checked four times,” he said quietly. “There are three distinct heartbeats and three separate forms. Two appear stronger and positioned farther forward. The third is smaller, but alive.”
My throat closed around a breath I couldn’t take.
Three babies.
Three innocent lives created from nights I tried desperately not to remember. A sob rose from somewhere deep inside me, but I swallowed it before it escaped. I could not afford to fall apart, not while the doctor kept glancing toward the door as though Reginald might return and tear the truth from him.
“Why did you hide them?” I asked.
Doctor Mercer faced me again. The gentleness in his tired eyes frightened me more than panic would have.
“Because two of them are boys.” Reginald had spoken endlessly about sons. Strong heirs. Alpha heirs. Children who would secure his position and silence every elder who questioned his rule. If he knew I carried two boys, he would never allow me beyond his sight again.
“He will be pleased,” I said numbly. “If you would have told him…”
“He will be obsessed,” Doctor Mercer corrected, his voice dropping into a low, urgent tone. “There is a difference.”
He reached for a clean cloth and wiped the remaining gel from my stomach, but his hands were unsteady.
“Alpha Ashcroft has been desperate for a male heir for years. If he learns you are carrying two, you will no longer be merely useful to him. You will become indispensable.”
I stared down at my stomach, unable to look away.
My first instinct should have been joy. Somewhere beneath the fear, perhaps there was a fragile spark of it, but it was buried beneath layers of dread.
“What will happen to the girl?” I asked quietly.
Doctor Mercer paused.
“Reginald values heirs according to strength and usefulness,” he said carefully. “A daughter may be tolerated, especially if she can eventually be used for an alliance. But the smallest infant is already weaker than the others.”
My hand tightened protectively over my stomach. “No. No one is touching her,” I continued, my voice trembling but fierce. “No one is deciding she matters less because she is small.”
For the first time since I had awakened in the medical wing, something almost like approval flickered across the doctor’s face.
“You are already protecting them,” he murmured.
“They are mine.”
The declaration escaped before I could stop it. For weeks, Reginald had told me my body belonged to him. Logan had called me property. They had taken everything they wanted and left me with nothing except fear, shame and silence.
But these children were inside me.
They were mine. And I wasn’t going to let anyone try to claim them from me.
Doctor Mercer pulled a stool closer and sat beside the bed.
“Listen to me carefully, Ann,” he said. “You cannot allow Reginald to discover the truth until you are far beyond his territory.”
“Beyond his territory?”
“You must leave.”
A bitter, broken laugh escaped me before I could stop it. The doctor flinched at the sound.
“Leave?” I repeated. “There are guards at every entrance. Logan follows me through the estate. Reginald smells fear before I even speak. I cannot walk from one room to another without someone reporting it.”
“Then you do not walk out through the front gate.” Doctor Mercer leaned closer, lowering his voice until it was barely more than breath. “There will be a gathering in several weeks. Alpha Ashcroft is hosting leaders from three neighboring packs. The estate will be crowded, and the guards will be focused on the visiting delegations.”
“You knew about this?” I asked, studying his expression.
“I tend to overhear more than people realize.” His mouth tightened grimly. “No one notices a physician until they need one.”
“I would never make it beyond the border.” I said, shaking my head.
“You might, if you prepare.” Doctor Mercer watched the thoughts moving across my face. “You must not change your behavior,” he warned. “If Reginald senses even the smallest shift, he will become suspicious. You must continue obeying him. Continue appearing frightened. Continue making him believe he has broken you.”
“What about the pregnancy?” I asked. “What if he hears their heartbeats?”
“I will tell him you are carrying one child and that the heartbeat is unusually strong.” He glanced toward the monitor. “I will continue hiding the other two as long as I can, but eventually your body may expose the truth.”
“How long?”
“You are approximately eight weeks along. With triplets, you may begin showing much sooner than expected.”
“So I have a few weeks.”
“Perhaps less.”
The medical wing doors rattled faintly somewhere beyond the room, and Doctor Mercer rose so quickly the stool scraped against the floor. He shut off the ultrasound screen and adjusted the blanket over my legs, his calm mask slipping back into place.
“Do not speak of this to anyone,” he said. “Not another servant. Not a guard. Not even someone you believe hates Reginald… especially not the Beta.”
I looked at him.
“He is Reginald’s mate,” the doctor said. “Whatever conflict exists inside Logan Fisher, his loyalty will always return to the Alpha. Jealousy may make him reckless, but it will not make him safe.”
The doors opened before I could respond.
Reginald entered first, his white shirt stained near the shoulder with dark blood. Logan followed him with a fresh cut running along his jaw and violence still burning in his amber eyes.
Reginald looked from the doctor to me. “Well?”
Doctor Mercer straightened. “The pregnancy is stable, Alpha. The fetus has a powerful heartbeat, but Luna Ann’s body is under considerable strain. She will require rest, increased meals and limited stress.”
Reginald’s gaze slid to my stomach with naked satisfaction. “Male?”
“It is too early to confirm.”
Reginald stepped closer to the bed. His hand settled over my stomach, covering the place where mine had rested moments earlier.
“You hear that?” he murmured, looking down at me. “Strong already.”
I forced myself to keep still, and Reginald smiled. “My heir.”
I lowered my eyes before he could see the hatred burning behind them. He believed there was only one, and he believed the child belonged to him.
And for the first time since the night my life had been stolen, something unfamiliar stirred beneath my terror. It was not hope yet. Hope was too bright and too fragile.
This was quieter. A promise that I needed to make for them…
I would escape.
I give you my word.
Logan’s POVBy noon, half of Silverstone had heard that Blackwood was searching for its Gamma. By evening, the story had changed three times. Mara Hale had vanished without warning, abandoned Blackwood after fighting with her Alpha, or fled because Jack Blackwood had become unstable and his ranked wolves were turning against him. The last version was my favorite.At the edge of the lower training grounds, two warriors traded details as if they had watched Mara leave. One claimed Blackwood had sent people after her. The other insisted it was a full search party. “That’s what I heard,” the first said. “Something is wrong over there,” the second replied.I hid a smile. Something was wrong everywhere lately. Ann had run from Silverstone, and now Mara had left Blackwood. Two women leaving powerful packs within weeks of each other was all bored wolves needed to invent a rebellion. I walked past as their voices dropped, as though speaking quietly made the gossip more private.“My sister says
Ann’s POVI knew something was wrong before Jack even opened his mouth. He walked into the sitting room with his shoulders tight and his jaw clenched hard enough for me to see the muscle jump beneath his skin. I had been sitting by the window, a cup of tea cooling between my hands as I watched the late morning light spill across the gardens. The second I saw him, I stopped mid-sip, my tea instantly forgotten.“Jack?” I asked.For a second the anger in his face softened, only slightly. “Mara left,” he said.I blinked. “What?”“She left Blackwood sometime after midnight.” I stared at him, sure I had heard him wrong. “Left?”“We don’t know yet whether she left the pack or went somewhere else,” he said. I frowned. That made even less sense. Mara had spent weeks acting like Blackwood belonged to her more than anyone else. She never let anyone forget that she was Gamma, that she had earned her place, and that I was the outsider. And now she had just walked away?“When?” I ventured.“Just af
Jack’s POVTristan came into my office before breakfast, and I knew something was wrong from the way he moved. He usually had the decency to look merely irritated when forced to do anything before eating. This morning he looked furious in a way that made him seem cornered.I set the report down. “What happened?”He closed the door behind him. “Mara is gone.”For a second I thought I had misheard him. “Gone where?”“She left sometime during the night.”My jaw tightened. “You don’t know where?”He shook his head. There was more than anger on his face; it was different, heavier. I told him
Mara’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 uncovered 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







