로그인My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would break my ribs. I stood my ground, even though every part of me wanted to run. Asher was standing so close that I could see the tiny flecks of silver in his blue eyes. He looked older and more tired, but he still had that same power that made everyone in the room hold their breath.
"I asked you a question, Lana," he said. His voice was quiet but heavy. "Whose children are those?" I took a slow breath, trying to keep my face calm. I had spent years preparing for this. "They are my sons, Asher. That is all you need to know." Asher let out a short, dry laugh. He turned away and started to pace the small room. He looked like a caged animal. "Your sons. You disappear for eight years. Everyone tells me you were killed, I saw the torn clothes, I saw the blood on the ground. And now you show up here with three boys who look just like me." "They don't look like you," I lied. It was a lie. Lucas had his jawline. Mathew had his eyes. Jacob had his exact smile. Asher stopped pacing and looked at me. His eyes were dark. "Don't play with me. I am the Alpha now. I know everything that happens in this pack." "You didn't know I was alive," I pointed out. "So you don't know everything." He winced. It was a tiny crack in his mask. "I looked for you, Lana. For months, I went into those woods. I almost lost my mind trying to find you." "You banished me," I reminded him. My voice is steady now. "You stood in your room with my sister and told me to leave or you would kill me. You didn't look for me. You threw me away." Asher stepped closer again. He looked like he wanted to touch me, but he kept his hands at his sides. "Things were hard back then. My father was pushing me, Amelia was lying. I thought I was protecting you by sending you away." "Protecting me?" I felt a surge of anger. "I was eighteen. I had no wolf. I had no money. You sent me into a forest full of killers." Asher’s eyes narrowed. "I was a fool, Lana. I know that now." The door to the lab opened suddenly. A guard looked in. "Alpha, the Beta needs you. Another child has fallen sick." Asher didn't even look at him. "Tell them to wait." "But sir, they say it's urgent." Asher closed his eyes and rubbed his face. He looked back at me, and for a moment, the cold Alpha was gone. He just looked like a man who was drowning. "I have to go," he said. "But we are not done. You stay in this wing. If you try to leave, the guards will stop you." "I have work to do," I said, turning back to my microscope. "If you want your people to live, let me do it." I heard the door shut. I sank into my chair. My legs were shaking, my wolf was howling inside my head. She was scared, but she also felt a strange pull toward him that I hated. I worked for hours, I looked at blood samples until my eyes hurt, the sickness was moving fast. Around midnight, a nurse brought me food. She was a young girl, maybe nineteen. "Are you really the famous Dr. Montgomery?" she asked. "I'm just a doctor," I said. "How many new cases?" "Four," she said, her lip trembling. "One is my brother. They say once the wolf dies, the human dies too." "I'm doing my best," I promised. After she left, I couldn't focus, I needed to see my boys. I walked over to the side door and opened it quietly. The room was dim. My three sons were piled together on the bed, they looked so peaceful. I sat on the edge of the bed and touched Mathew’s hair. "Mummy?" a small voice whispered. It was Jacob. "Go back to sleep, baby," I whispered. "Where's Jasper?" he asked. "I want to show him my toys." "He'll be back soon," I said. My heart ached. Jasper was the only father they knew. I went back into the lab. An hour later, there was a knock, I thought it was a guard, but it was Amelia. She was in a fancy robe, and her face was full of makeup. She pushed past me into the room. "It smells bad in here," she said. "What do you want, Amelia?" I asked. I didn't use a fake name. I was too tired. Amelia froze. She turned around slowly. Her face went white. "Lana? No. You're dead. He told us you died." I stepped toward her. "Stay away from my husband," Amelia hissed, trying to look brave. "I don't care if you're a doctor. You're still just a maid to me. You won't take my place." "I don't want your place," I said. "I just want to save these people and leave. You can keep Asher. He’s not the man I thought he was anyway." Amelia tried to slap me, but I caught her wrist. I squeezed it until she winced. "I am not that weak girl anymore. I have a wolf now. If you touch me or my kids, I will hurt you." I pushed her toward the door. She ran out, looking terrified. I went to the hall to get some air. I found Asher sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. He looked broken. "The elders want to give up," Asher said without looking up. "They think it's a curse." "It's not a curse," I said. "Someone is poisoning your pack, Asher. I found traces of it in the blood." He looked up. His eyes were red. "Who would do that?" "I don't know yet. But I need to see the first person who got sick." Asher stood up. He walked over to me. "Why didn't you tell me you were alive? Why didn't you send a message?" "Because you didn't want me," I said. "I was a kid," he whispered. "I was scared of my father. I thought you would be safer far away from here." "I was safe," I said. "Until today." Asher looked at me for a long time. "I saw them, Lana. I went into the room while you were busy." My heart stopped. "They have my eyes," he said. A tear fell down his face. "And they have the Alpha mark on their shoulders. I saw it." I couldn't speak. "They are mine," he said. "Those three boys... they are my sons." I looked at the floor. I couldn't lie anymore. Asher let out a shaky breath. "Eight years. I missed everything." "You didn't just miss time," I said. "They don't even know who you are. They call Jasper 'Uncle'." Asher’s face changed. The sadness turned into something hard and strong. He stood tall like an Alpha. "That ends today," he said. "I don't care about Jasper. Those are my heirs. I am not letting you take them away again." "You can't keep us here!" I cried.”Just reject me, you have a wife, I don't want anything to do with you.” "Watch me," he said. He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "You are the mother of my children. You are safe here, I will only grant your wishes once you help my pack." He turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the dark. I looked at him walking away, I will be damned if I let someone control my life again.Lana's POV.The figure in the doorway stepped fully into the light, and I could feel every muscle in Asher's body tense up beside me, like a predator readying itself for an unknown threat.It was Jacob.There he was, my son, standing in his sleep shirt with his bare feet on the cold stone floor, his small frame almost swallowed by the shadows that loomed around him. His hair was messed up from sleep, and his eyes were heavy with fatigue. For a fleeting moment, it felt like the entire room held its breath.Amelia was still watching me, her gaze crawling over my face as if she were trying to uncover the secrets I was hiding, when Jacob's small voice sliced through the tension like a knife through silk."Mummy?"That single word shattered something deep inside me. I didn’t think about how this looked, didn’t consider Amelia’s narrowed eyes or the unfinished question still hanging in the air. I rushed across the room in three quick strides and dropped to my knees, wrapping my arms around
Lana's POV.“My phone." Asher's voice sliced through the air before he even fully stepped inside, sharp and urgent enough to make the guard behind him flinch. His gaze darted around the workbench, the shelves, the broken cabinet—anywhere but at me. "Where's my phone?"I blinked, quickly masking my expression into something neutral, something that suggested I was unfazed, the same careful facade I’d maintained throughout that call. "Your phone?" I echoed, furrowing my brows as if I genuinely didn’t understand. I raised both hands, palms up, and shrugged slightly. "I don’t know. You had it when you left, right?"He didn’t respond. Instead, he was already moving, striding over to the chair he’d been sitting in before the knock had interrupted him, before everything had spiraled out of control. His hand found the edge of his cloak, still draped over the workbench where he’d left it, and he lifted it in one swift motion.There it was the phone, screen dark, exactly where I’d tucked it back
Lana's POV."Asher's phone," I blurted out before she had a chance to say anything, before I could second-guess myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt, low and warm, wrapped in a confidence that didn’t really belong to me.There was a pause on the other end, the kind that told me I’d thrown her off balance."Who is this?" Amelia's voice was sharp, laced with suspicion, as if she had been expecting Asher and instead got a stranger.I don’t know what made me say it. Maybe it was the stubborn candle that refused to light, or the guard’s urgent knock, or the ache of being left alone in a cold room while Asher walked off to whatever secret he had with someone from Ashgrove. Or maybe it was just seeing Amelia’s name flashing on the screen, over and over, like an itch I finally decided to scratch."His girlfriend," I replied. The word felt strange on my tongue, borrowed and risky, but I didn’t falter. "Who’s asking?""Put him on." Her demand was sharp, each word clipped and precise.
Lana's POV.The candle refused to reignite. I stood there, watching the thin wisp of smoke curl up from the charred wick, hoping for some logical explanation to pop up, maybe a draft, a defect in the wax, anything at all. But nothing came. The room felt like it was holding its breath alongside me, and Asher's hand rested on the small of my back, steady and grounding, though I could tell even his fingers had gone quiet."Wards," he finally murmured, his voice so low it felt more like a thought than a statement. "Something brushed against the wards. That’s all."I wanted to trust him. But deep down, I wasn’t sure he believed it himself.I was still fixated on the candle when a knock echoed through the room.Three sharp raps, deliberate and commanding. I glanced at Asher. He didn’t seem surprised, not exactly, but there was a shift in his expression."Come in," I called out, since he seemed hesitant to respond.The door swung open, and one of the guards, who also served as Asher's perso
Lana's POV.We were already on the move before I could even finish my thought, darting out of the lab and into the corridor so fast that the torches flickered in their brackets as we zipped by. Asher was ahead of me, every muscle in his body tense and ready, the air around him charged with an unspoken alarm. I followed the sound in my mind, recalling where it had come from a hollow space at the base of the west tower. No shadowy figure lurking in the dark. No door creaking on its hinges. No scent trail thick enough to trace, not even the slightest hint of fear-sweat lingering on the walls. Just endless corridors of untouched darkness, and our own breaths echoing too loudly in the stillness."There's nothing here," I said, even though it was clear Asher already knew. I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, in the way his hands had balled into fists and then, with purpose, relaxed.He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned slowly, nostrils flaring, head tilted as if he
Lana's POV.The scream cut through the corridor like a knife, and for a brief moment, neither Asher nor I moved, as if any motion would make it all too real. Then, in an instant, he sprang into action, and I was right on his heels, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor, my mind racing ahead to every horrifying scenario.We turned the corner by the east stairwell, and to our greatest surprise it was Amelia. She was crumpled against the wall, one leg twisted at an angle that made my stomach churn even from afar, her hair cascading over her face in a dark, chaotic mess. She was clutching her arm to her chest, and when she lifted her head to see us, her eyes were wide and glassy, filled with just the right amount of tears."Asher," she gasped, and the way she said his name felt like a plea she had rehearsed a hundred times before finally letting it slip out.He was at her side before I could fully grasp what I was seeing, dropping to his knees, his hands hovering over her as
Lana's POV. The medicine was already in my hands by the time the second nurse came back with it. I had seen this coming. Deep down, a part of me that had been quietly calculating since the first confirmed case two weeks ago — had prepared the suppressant compound three days before I ever thought
Lana's Pov I woke up slowly. For a few seconds, I actually thought I was back in my own bed. I expected to hear the birds outside my window and smell the coffee Jasper always made in the morning. I reached out my hand, expecting to feel the soft sheets of my home. Then, I felt the rough texture
Lana's POV The first thing I felt was a heavy ache behind my eyes. It wasn't a sharp pain, but it felt like my head was paining me. I tried to move my hand to touch my face, but my arm felt weak and slow. I opened my eyes. The light in the room was soft, but it still made me blink. I wasn't in my
Lana’s POV 8 years later It was one of those rare, peaceful mornings where everything seemed to be in perfect harmony in my life. Jasper and I were lying in bed, tangled up in each other’s arms, enjoying the quiet before the day really began. His warm breath tickled the back of my neck as he kis







