LOGINChapter 115: Rafe's Pov "You need an appointment to be here."The guard steps into my path at the Kane estate entrance, hand already moving toward his sidearm, and I don't slow down. I take his wrist before the weapon clears its holster, twist, and he's on the ground with a sound that's more surprise than pain before he fully registers what happened.The second guard comes from my left. I redirect his charge into the stone pillar beside the door and he goes down without getting a hand on me.I walk through the front door."Victor Kane," I say, to the first member of staff I encounter, an older man in formal dress who takes one look at my face and points, wordlessly, toward the east wing. I go.I find him in his study, exactly where I expected — behind a mahogany desk, phone already in his hand, mid-conversation with someone about the Council investigation from the sound of the fragment I catch before he sees me and drops the phone entirely."What is the meaning of — ""Vivian took La
Chapter 114: Ronan's POV The scent hits me the moment I clear the treeline.Landon's specific mix of soap and wool and something underneath that's just him, just his blood, and beneath it three unfamiliar scents overlapping in a way that tells me exactly how many hands have been on him in the last twenty minutes. I don't think. I move, wolf close enough to the surface that my vision has sharpened into something more precise than human sight, every sound in the forest suddenly distinct and separate — birds, wind, the distant rush of the stream that cuts through this section of woodland.I've always tracked on instinct rather than strategy. Ryker builds cases and Rafe reads terrain like a chess board, calculating every angle before he commits. I just follow the scent and let my body do what it was built to do, and right now that instinct is the only thing standing between my son and whatever Vivian Kane thinks she's accomplishing with this.The trail runs northeast, clean and unbroken
Chapter 113: Ryker's POV "Talk to me. Now."I'm three minutes from the park when I get Elias on the phone, and my voice comes out flatter and colder than I've heard it in years, the specific register I haven't needed since Shadow Ridge — the one that shuts down everything except function."Pack security has secured the treeline entry point," Elias says. "No visual on the boy or the abductors. I've pulled the footage from the market square cameras, three individuals, unfamiliar faces, moved with clear coordination. This wasn't opportunistic. It was planned.""Vehicle?""None visible. Which means they're moving on foot through the forest, or they had transport waiting somewhere off the main paths."I turn the corner into the park at a dead run and the scene hits me all at once Serena on her knees near the fountain, Elara standing over her with a phone pressed to her ear and a face gone completely white, pack security already fanning into the treeline with the organized precision I bui
Chapter 112: Elara's POV My phone rings during a patient consultation.I glance at it out of habit, ready to silence it, and the name on the screen stops my hand halfway to the button.Serena.She never calls during the day. She texts, casual updates about whatever she and Landon have gotten up to, photos of block towers and fort inspections and the small ordinary details of a grandmother falling in love with a grandson she didn't know existed three weeks ago. She doesn't call."Excuse me," I say to my patient. "I need to take this."I step into the hallway. My hand is already unsteady before I answer, some instinct in my chest tightening before I've heard a single word."Serena?""Elara." Her voice is wrong. Shaking, high, nothing like the steady warm woman who's been sitting at my kitchen table for three weeks. "Elara, I need you to listen to me carefully.""What happened." The words come out flat, clinical, the specific calm I've trained myself to use in emergencies even as every
Chapter 111: Vivian's Pov "You look tired," Sable says.I look up from the tea I haven't touched. "I'm fine.""You're not fine. You've been sitting in this exact chair for three hours doing nothing." She sits across from me, and there's something careful in the way she does it, like she's approaching something breakable. "Vivian. Tell me what's happening."I look at my cousin... the one person who has stayed through every terrible decision I've made in the last several months, who told me clearly when the photograph was cruel and when the rumor was worse and who has never once told me to stop, only that I should think harder about what stopping might mean."It's over," I say. "The Council investigation into Father is moving forward regardless of anything I do. The triplets are unified. Their father withdrew his ultimatum — I heard that from one of the estate staff who overheard my father's calls. Even Kyle Blackthorn has apparently decided the omega and her son are worth protecting.
Chapter 110: Elara's POV "You're doing it again."Penda's voice pulls me back from wherever I've drifted. I'm standing at the clinic window, chart still in my hand, and I realize I've been watching the street below for longer than I meant to, not for a patient, not for anything work-related. Just watching."Doing what," I say."Looking for them." She says it without judgment, just observation, the same way she used to tell me she'd heard the engagement rumor months ago. "You've done it three times this week that I've noticed. Window, door, whenever a car pulls up outside."I feel my face warm slightly. "I'm not — ""You are." She smiles. "It's nice, actually. You used to flinch every time the door opened. Now you look up like you're hoping."I don't have a response for that, because she's right and I know she's right and I've been slowly noticing it myself over the last several days without fully letting the noticing become something I examine directly.I finish my shift. I walk hom
Chapter 2“Mom… why doesn’t my dad want me?”The question hit me like a silver bullet to the chest. I froze in the middle of chopping vegetables, the knife hovering above the cutting board as my six-year-old son, Landon, stood in the doorway of our cozy kitchen, his small backpack still slung over
Chapter 1“You belong to us tonight, little omega. Try not to scream too loudly.”The words still burned in my ears as I shoved open the heavy oak door of our small cottage, the night air clinging to my skin like a second, filthy layer. My legs trembled with every step, thighs aching, core throbbin
Chapter 6“Mom, I don’t want to go back if they’re just going to make me say sorry for something I didn’t start.”Landon’s voice was small but edged with frustration as I helped him into his school uniform. My fingers paused on the buttons of his shirt, the bruise on his cheek still faintly visible
Chapter 5Ryker’s POV The scent of her still clung to the inside of my nose like smoke after a wildfire—sweet wild honey, soft vanilla, and that faint trace of defiance that had always driven me insane. Six years, and one accidental collision in a school hallway had ripped open every scar I’d trie







