تسجيل الدخولCALLIE'S POVThe apartment was quiet when I finally made it back from the studio and Renan from the pack.My hands were still shaking…not from fear, but from the adrenaline crash. Watching Millie face those cameras, speaking her truth without flinching, had been one of the most terrifying and triumphant experiences of my life."You okay?" Renan asked, closing the door behind us."I don't know." I dropped my purse on the counter and pressed my palms against the cool granite. "That was... intense.""She was incredible." He moved beside me, close enough that I could feel his warmth. "And so were you. Supporting her through all of this."I leaned back against him, letting his solid presence steady me. "I keep thinking about what could have gone wrong. What if she'd frozen? What if Diane had asked something that triggered her? What if—""But she didn't." His lips brushed my temple. "She was perfect. Strong. Everything you knew she'd be.""Because she learned how to fight back." I turned in
MILLIE'S POVThe studio lights were hotter than I expected.I sat across from Diane Philips; sharp-eyed, silver-haired, with an expression that promised no mercy but also no malice. Just the truth.Behind the cameras, I could see Callie standing with Will Reid, both of them tense. We'd prepped for three days, but now that the moment was here, every practiced answer felt like it might shatter under pressure."We're live in thirty seconds," the producer called.My hands were shaking. I pressed them flat against my thighs, forcing myself to breathe.This was it. My chance to control the narrative. To stop being defined by other people's lies."Ready?" Diane asked.I nodded, not trusting my voice.The red light on the camera blinked on."I'm Diane Philips, and today I'm speaking with Millie-Rose Harvey, the actress who disappeared four years ago and recently returned to a firestorm of legal battles and family scandal." She turned to me. "Millie-Rose, thank you for joining me.""Thank you
BRAHAM'S POVThe Council Hall hadn't changed in three centuries. Same stone walls carved from living rock. Same vaulted ceiling. Same heavy wooden table scarred by generations of pack politics.But the faces around that table had never looked at me like this before.Like I was a problem to be solved.I took my seat at the head of the table, Renan standing behind me to my right. The chamber was full…fifteen regional Alphas from territories under my jurisdiction lined one side, Elders on the other. Some from my own pack, some representing the other territories. This wasn't just my pack questioning me. This was the entire alliance.Elder Kane, the oldest from my pack, stood first. "Alpha King Gothan. Thank you for answering our summons."Summons? Not request. Not invitation."I'm here," I said simply, keeping my voice neutral. "What's this about?"Alpha Donovan from the northern territories didn't waste time with pleasantries. "Can an Alpha King with divided loyalties effectively protect
MILLIE'S POVThe estate felt too quiet without Braham.I stood by the window in the living room, staring out at the manicured grounds while my mind replayed the look on his face before he left. Tension. Worry. That flash of gold in his eyes that I was starting to recognize meant his wolf was close to the surface.Politics can be more dangerous than claws.I'd said it without thinking, but now the words haunted me. What was happening at that Council meeting? Were they really questioning his leadership because of me?"Mama?" Leo's small voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood in the doorway, his dragon book tucked under his arm. "Is Braham okay?"I forced a smile and crossed the room to kneel in front of him. "He's fine, baby. He just had to go take care of some important work.""Alpha work?"My breath caught. Leo had started using that word more often lately; ‘Alpha.’ Like he understood something I didn't. Like some instinct told him what Braham really was."Yes. Alpha work." I kiss
BRAHAM'S POVWe were all in the car comforting Millie when my phone didn't just vibrate…it screamed through the pack bond.Not a physical sound. A pressure. A demand that made every instinct in me go rigid.I felt it before I saw the messages: twelve notifications from Gabriel, my Head Sentinel. Four from different pack Alphas under my jurisdiction. And one…the one that made my jaw clench…from the Council of Elders.Emergency session called. Your presence is REQUIRED. In the next two hours.Millie stood beside me, still processing the first section of Martha's hearing, her hand unconsciously rubbing her arm where the already healing injury from Sabrina’s attack peeked out from under her sleeve."She looked so smug," she said quietly, staring at the courthouse doors. "Even in handcuffs, Martha looked at me like she'd already won."I wanted to pull her close. Wanted to tell her that Martha had already lost everything. But the pack bond was crackling with tension, and I could feel millio
MILLIE'S POVAfter the short break, we returned to the courtroom. The second session felt heavier somehow, like the testimonies from the first had set something in motion that couldn't be stopped."The prosecution calls Daniel Chen," Hayes announced.A man in his early forties entered…average height… he kinda looked familiar, and his nervousness was obvious. His hands shook slightly as he was sworn in."Mr. Chen, what is your profession?""I'm a private investigator.""And did Martha Harvey hire you?""Yes. A few months back." He wouldn't look at Martha. "She paid me five thousand dollars to track Ms. Harvey's movements and document when she took her son to the park.""Did you know what she planned to do with this information?""She said..." He swallowed hard. "She said she just wanted to talk to Ms. Harvey. To try to reconcile. I swear, I didn't know she was going to try to take the kid.""But you did observe Ms. Harvey's routine?""Yes. For two weeks, I documented when she went to R







