LOGINMy 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 POVThe words hung in the air long after the call died, and I understood, with a clarity that turned my blood to ice, that Asher had just said the one thing he could never take back. “My wife.” Not Lana. Not after he rejected me. Not after he chose Amelia over me. Jasper was the only person with me, even during my pregnancy with three sons, and he is the one they know as the father. Calling me his wife has spoiled everything.Then the line had gone dead, and the dead air that followed felt louder than anything that had come before it.My hands were shaking. I felt it before I saw it: a fine, uncontrollable fear that started somewhere behind my ribs and worked its way down through my arms until my fingers wouldn't stay still against my thigh. I pressed them flat to the table, willing them to obey, but the shaking only climbed higher, into my shoulders, my jaw, until I was certain he could see it from across the table, certain he could hear the frantic stutter of my own pulse.As
Lana's POV.I knew that tone. I had heard Asher use it only twice before in all the months I'd lived inside this pack; once when a hunter's trap had caught one of the pack's youngest scouts, and once when he'd discovered a betrayal buried three ranks deep in his own guard. It was a voice that didn't shout, didn't rage, didn't need to. It was quiet the way a mountain goes quiet right before it splits open and swallows a village whole. Fire on the mountain, my grandmother used to call it the calm that comes just before everything burns.I understood, in that instant, that I could not afford to flinch.So I decided to steel myself, to bury the fear climbing up through my chest before it ever reached my face. I lifted my chin. I let my eyes go wide with something close to offense, as though he had accused me of something absurd, something that was not worth consideration."Lana," he said again, and this time he did not look away from me at all, even as he lifted the phone from the table a
Lana's POV.I was still contemplating on all these the sound of Jasper's voice cold in my ear, the phone still warm against my back where I'd shoved it beneath the waistband of my dress, the terrifying arithmetic of how long it would take Asher to realize the truth when he came back angrily, his footsteps sharp and heavy against the stone floor, nothing like the measured calm he'd walked out with only minutes before."I don't understand this," he muttered, patting down the pockets of his coat with quick, frustrated movements. "I could find my small phone in my pocket, but the big phone is missing."I said nothing, keeping my hands folded carefully in my lap, praying my face gave away nothing of the storm raging beneath my ribs."I was sure I left it in this lab," he said, more to himself than to me, his eyes sweeping the room again with the restless energy of a man who trusted his own memory and hated being contradicted by it. "I remember setting it down right here, right on this tabl
Lana's POV.I tried wiping my tears and pretended nothing happened, dragging the back of my hand across my cheeks in one quick, clumsy motion, forcing my spine straight even as my chest still heaved with the aftershocks of everything I'd just let loose. I opened my mouth, already reaching for some excuse, some steady voice to greet him with, but Asher caught me before I could even finish turning around.He crouched low in front of me, and before I understood what was happening, his hands were cradling my face, tilting it gently toward his own.The touch sent shivers down my spine, sharp and immediate, the kind that bypassed thought entirely and settled straight into memory. I remembered that touch. I had felt it before, months ago, in a different kind of darkness, when he'd held my face just like this and told me I didn't have to carry everything alone. My body remembered before my mind could catch up, and I hated it, hated how easily it betrayed me even now, even with my heart still
.Lana's POVThe phone felt oddly heavy in my hand, cold and foreign. I had touched Asher's phone but not this particular one. It looked more expensive and bigger. It felt like I was crossing a line, like I was reaching into a part of him that he kept hidden away.But I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that was clawing at my mind. If someone was keeping such a close eye on this lab that they knew exactly when Greta would be alone with a pot of boiling water, and could time it perfectly to catch me at my weakest when my children were hungry, then maybe just maybe there was something on this phone that could reveal who was behind it all.I had to be careful, making sure no one was watching me. The corridor outside the lab was empty and silent, the torches flickering low along the stone walls, casting long shadows that made every corner seem to hide a secret. I listened intently for footsteps, for a low murmur, for anything that would indicate I wasn’t alone in this. But there was noth
.Lana's POV.I ran so fast down the corridor, my bare feet pounding against the cold stone floor, my heart racing in my throat. When I finally burst into the kitchen, I found Greta hunched over by the counter, both hands pressed to her arm, her body shaking with silent, breathless sobs.A pot lay tipped over beside her, water spreading across the tiles, steam still rising gently from the mess."Greta." I rushed over in just a few strides and grabbed her shoulders, making her meet my gaze. "Greta, please, talk to me. What happened?"She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a choked, soundless gasp, her face contorted in pain too deep for words. Her other hand trembled as she pointed weakly toward the counter where her phone lay face-up, the screen still lit. I snatched it up.Another message. Another blocked number, just a string of digits with no name, no context, just the chilling anonymity of someone who wanted to remain hidden.“Leave now, or you'll have me to deal with. Th
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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







