LOGINVICENTE’S POVThe North American wolves truly believed that age was a mathematical weakness. They looked at my silvered hair, my tailored human suits, and the quiet, deliberate weariness I chose to wear like a cloak, and they assumed I was merely a relic to be pitied—a grieving grandfather brought across the Atlantic to hold his granddaughter's hand. They had no idea that at ninety-seven years old, just three years shy of a full century on this earth, I possessed more tactical experience in my left hand than their entire rogue faction had combined in their short, reckless lives.I had noticed Roy, Vivian, and their father, Pius, from the very first second Braham introduced me to the pack executive.It was a subtle thing, hidden beneath layers of pack protocol, but it was there. It was in their scent—the sharp, bitter undertone of overcompensation, the way their eyes lingered a fraction of a second too long on my granddaughter’s throat, and the forced, artificial warmth in their postu
ROY’S POVThe cheering from the sacred grove was deafening, a sickening roar of validation that made the blood boil beneath my skin. I stood near the edge of the tree line, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. Every single wolf in this territory was falling over themselves to celebrate the 'sacred union,' completely blind to the fact that Braham was handing our entire heritage over to a woman whose family name was dragged through the mud on a global scale.They thought the fight was over just because her Spanish grandfather had pulled a legal stunt in the press. They thought the throne was sealed.They had no idea that Vivian and I were about to flip the board entirely.The plan was ironclad. Vivian had spent weeks mapping out the old tunnels, securing duplicate keys to the subterranean vaults beneath the packhouse, and bribing two low-level sentries to turn a blind eye to our equipment. We weren't going to fight Braham out in the open—that w
BRAHAM’S POVThe white-hot sting of my venom was still vibrating through our connected senses, a beautiful, agonizing current that bound her soul completely to mine. I lay spent beneath her on the heavy furs, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, my arms wrapped loosely around Millie's waist. Her face was buried in the curve of my neck, her breathing shallow and rapid. The mark I had just carved into her shoulder was fresh and swollen, sealing her place as my Queen under the eyes of the old laws.But her wolf wasn't satisfied.Before I could even adjust to the sudden, overwhelming rush of her presence in my mind, I felt a shift in our link. The ancient, fierce blood of the Iberian packs running through her veins began to simmer. A true Luna of Silverpine Ridge heritage wasn't just a passive recipient of an Alpha's claim. She was an equal predator.Millie suddenly gripped my shoulders, her fingers digging deep into my skin with a strength that caught me entirely off guard. S
MILLIE’S POVThe dawn didn't break with a burst of gold; it crept into the sky in shades of deep, bruised violet and charcoal grey. The air in the sacred grove at the edge of the pack’s territory was biting, carrying the thick, damp scent of pine needle earth and ancient stone.I stood at the perimeter of the ritual circle, my skin tingling under the weight of the traditional ceremonial attire. This time, there was no white silk or lace. I wore a heavy, midnight-black velvet tunic embroidered with thick silver threading along the collarbone, paired with a matching deep crimson cloak that pooled around my shoes. The fabric felt anchoring, a stark contrast to the vulnerability pulsing through my veins.The ceremony itself was quiet, stripped of the human pageantry of our first wedding. There were no cameras, no societal guests, and no superficial applause. Instead, the high elders of the North American Wolf Council stood in a semicircle, their ancient, heavy alphas' auras pressing agai
MILLIE’S POVThe digital tide didn't just turn; it shattered against the sea wall my grandfather had built.By noon the following day, the venomous headlines about "blood money" and my supposed heartlessness were systematically buried under a massive, international wave of legal intrigue. The American media outlets, initially obsessed with the tabloid drama of Martha’s tragedy and parsing through the premature birth, were forced to pivot violently to keep up with the breaking news filtering in from Madrid, and the North American Wolf Council.INTERNATIONAL EXTRADITION SOUGHT: Silverpine Ridge Demands Sabrina Norman Face Spanish Pack JusticeRECLAIMING JUANA: How a Forgotten Pack Murder is Rewriting Werewolf JurisdictionA COMPLICATED LEGACY: Heiress Millie-Rose Harvey Unites Trans-Atlantic Packs in Quest for Mother's JusticeI sat in the living room, the heavy velvet curtains thrown wide to let the crisp sunlight stream over the polished center table. For the first time in what felt
MILLIE'S POVThe headlines hit within hours."GUILT MONEY: Millie-Rose Harvey-Gothan Pays for Half-Sister's Life-Saving Surgery""Too Little, Too Late? Werewolf Heiress Opens Wallet After Driving Sister to Suicide""Blood Money: Ms Harvey Attempts to Buy Redemption"The comments were vicious."She's only paying because she knows she's guilty. If she hadn't filed those legal threats, Martha wouldn't have tried to kill herself.""Money doesn't erase what she did. That baby is premature because of HER." "This is what guilty people do. They throw money at problems they created."I forced myself to stop reading and focus on ceremony preparations. But the barrage didn't stop.Then someone leaked the ceremony date."BREAKING: Millie-Rose Harvey-Gothan to Wed Alpha King in Traditional Werewolf Ceremony This Weekend"And the internet exploded."Her sister is having emergency surgery and she's planning another WEDDING? Another party? How many parties in a row?"“Since the beginning of this yea
MILLIE'S POV"Hold still," Callie ordered, adjusting the collar of my blouse for the third time. "You look beautiful, but this collar keeps flipping up.""It's fine, Cal. Nobody's going to care about my collar at a preliminary hearing." I caught her hands gently. "Breathe. You're more nervous than
RENAN'S POVI found her in the waiting area outside Braham's office, and my chest squeezed at the sight of her. She looked up when I entered, and her expression immediately shifted from neutral to concerned."Renan? What's wrong? You look...""Fine. I'm fine." I forced my hands to unclench.She sto
RENAN'S POVThe pack training grounds were busy when I arrived for the morning session. Wolves in human form clustered in groups, some running drills, others sparring in designated areas. The autumn air carried the scent of sweat, earth, and the particular musk that came from shifters working out t
MILLIE'S POVThe afternoon sun streamed through the living room windows, casting golden light across the couch where Braham and I sat tangled together. His hand traced lazy patterns on my thigh while mine rested against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.Leo was upstairs, suppos







