LOGINHer question hangs in the dark bedroom, completely knocking the air out of my lungs.I pull my hand away from her forehead and trace my thumb gently over her cheek. She is three years old. She should not even know what a sire bond is, let alone feel the biological pull of a father who lives hundreds of miles away."It is just a dream, Lily," I tell her quietly, hating the lie the second it leaves my mouth. "Your mind is just playing tricks on you while you sleep. You are safe here with us."She does not look convinced. Her dark eyes search my face for a long moment, looking for a better answer. But the exhaustion of her afternoon magic practice finally catches up with her. She blinks slowly, her heavy eyelids fluttering shut. I stay on the edge of the mattress until her breathing evens out into a deep, steady rhythm.I leave the room and walk into the living room, but I cannot sleep. Her question loops in my head for the rest of the night. I always knew the Lycan blood inside my child
I step off the front porch and walk to the edge of the tree line.The invisible barrier surrounding the property hums against my skin. I press my hand flat against the magic. Three years ago, building this ward left me shaking and exhausted on the floor. Today, the energy flows out of my palms effortlessly, thick and unbreakable. I weave a fresh layer of protection into the shield and turn back toward the cabin.I am not the same person who ran away from the city. I am not the terrified, helpless secretary who hid in the dark. The White Wolf inside me is massive and completely awake. My warlock magic answers my thoughts before I even move my fingers. I spent the last three years training in these freezing woods every single night while my children slept. I learned how to track, how to fight without weapons, and how to kill anything that crosses my property line. My human body is harder, faster, and scarred from pushing myself to the absolute limit.No trackers ever came. No rival pack
I walk into the nursery and stop in the center of the room.Dust covers the three small cribs I built against the blue wall. I have not opened the windows in this room since the winter. The air is warm and perfectly still.I walk over to the first bed and rest my hand on the wooden railing.Four months have passed since the brutal, agonizing pain of childbirth bled through my severed mate bond. I know exactly how old my children are, even though I do not know their names, their genders, or what they look like.Right now, they are growing. They are learning to focus their eyes, making their first sounds, and learning to recognize the people who hold them.I am missing every single moment.Jett is out there somewhere, handling the sleepless nights, the constant feedings, and the sheer exhaustion entirely on his own. He is doing the job of two parents because I failed him. I forced him into isolation.I sit down in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. The wood creaks quietly unde
I sit on the edge of the couch and stare blankly at the wall.It is two in the morning.My arms feel like heavy lead, and my eyes burn from lack of sleep.The first few months of parenthood have absolutely destroyed any concept of time or schedule I used to have.There is no day and no night anymore.There is only the constant, demanding cycle of feeding, changing, and rocking three tiny, hungry Alpha pups.A loud, demanding wail echoes from the bassinet near the window.Noah is awake again.I let out a heavy sigh and push myself up from the cushions.Before I can even take a step, the wooden door to the bedroom creaks open.Zara walks into the living room, tying the belt of her thick robe around her waist."I have him," she says, her voice rough with exhaustion. "Go check on Lily. She is starting to fuss."I do not argue with her.We established a strict routine weeks ago just to keep our heads above water.Without Zara's constant help, I would have completely lost my mind by now.I
I am still curled on the dark carpet of my locked office, my hands gripping my stomach as another brutal wave of agony tears through my lower back.I brace myself for the terrible pressure to peak again, dragging cold air into my burning lungs.But the crushing sensation does not return.The invisible iron band wrapped around my waist shatters without any warning.I drop my forehead against the floor, gasping loudly in the sudden, shocking absence of physical pain.My muscles shake uncontrollably, and my tailored shirt sticks to my skin in a heavy layer of cold sweat.I squeeze my eyes shut and search frantically for the severed mate bond resting deep inside my chest.Jett’s thick mental wall is still locked firmly in place.However, the violent trauma bleeding through the tiny cracks is gone.A new sensation washes slowly over the invisible connection.It is a profound, incredibly heavy feeling of total physical exhaustion.Beneath the bone-deep tiredness, a warm, quiet wave of absol
The winter storm continues to batter the heavy wooden walls of the cabin, but the loud wind sounds a million miles away right now.I lay perfectly still on the ruined sheets and stare down at my own chest.Three tiny, incredibly warm bodies rest safely against my bare skin.They are swaddled tight in soft yellow and blue towels, completely asleep after the brutal trauma of the long delivery.Their small chests rise and fall in a steady, synchronized rhythm against my collarbone.Every single time they take a breath, a gentle rush of pure, unconditional love floods through my tired veins.The agonizing pain that ripped my body apart just an hour ago feels like a distant memory.My muscles are completely drained, and my throat is raw from screaming, but I have never felt this much peace in my entire life.Zara moves quietly around the small bedroom, picking up the wet cloths and organizing the wooden bowls on the floor.She looks just as exhausted as I feel.Her flannel shirt is covered







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