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NicolaiThe report I’m reading is twelve pages long. I've read it four times. I couldn't tell you what's in it.This is new. I retain everything—it's not a boast, just a fact, something I developed early because the Woolf family's business requires holding more information than most people can organize. I read things once. Sometimes twice to confirm. I do not read things four times and come away with nothing.I set the report down and stare at my desk, trying to wrestle my mind into obedience. Something is very wrong with my usual capacity.The kitchen yesterday morning. That’s the problem. The thing that occupies my mind so completely I can’t focus on anything elseI went back to my office afterward and sat for twenty minutes not doing anything—which is also not like me—and made myself be honest about what happened.My wife and the father of her child doing something they’ve been doing in front of me for months. Nothing different about it and yet, everything’s different. The particul
SkyeI can’t avoid it any longer, no matter how much I wish I could. So I go in search of my husband and find him in his office. Nicolai looks up when I come in. Reads my face in the way he reads everything important—before I speak, completely—and I know I have his full attention."I need you to stop treating me like I'm going to break," I blurt out before I lose my nerve.He's quiet, knowing I have more to say and patiently waiting for me to get it all out."I'm not going to break," I continue. "I'm also not going anywhere. But if you keep being carefully polite with me—if you keep choosing responses instead of just responding—I'm going to lose my mind." I look at him. "I need you to be real with me. Even when real is complicated, or even painful. You told me that once. It goes both ways."He looks at me for a long moment. Something shifts in his expression."That's fair," he says."I know the kitchen this morning was—""Difficult," he admits. "Yes." He meets my eyes. "I'm working on
Skye It's been several days since the mating ceremony and I'm making breakfast in a house that contains both my mate and the man I'm apparently also bonded to, and I have absolutely no idea what the etiquette is for this.There is no etiquette for this.I may be the first wolf in living memory who has to develop it from scratch, which is either fascinating or horrifying depending on the hour. Right now, at 7 AM with the coffee still brewing, it's mostly the second one.Before, there were things everyone was feeling but not acknowledging. The knowing looks. The careful distances. The way the three of us navigated rooms without saying what we were all aware of.Now everything is acknowledged. Named. Agreed to, in the loose, provisional, we're-all-trying way we agreed to it on the terrace. It should be better. Somehow it's both better and more complicated.Nicolai is careful with me. Not the cold type of careful—not the distance I used to read as rejection. This is different. This is th
Jaxon As soon as I hang up with Noah, I go in search of Skye and find her in the garden. Of course I find her in the garden. We have apparently established the garden as the location for every conversation that matters. I don't know when this became the rule. I just know it's true.She's on the bench near the roses, which is also where she always is. She looks up when she hears me coming. The expression she has—before she manages it into something more neutral—tells me she's been obsessing over something since the text exchange.I sit across from her on the bench opposite. "Hi," I greet awkwardly, because there is no guidebook for this situation. ."Hi." She blushes and it;s fucking adorable. But also tells me she’s just as unsure how to act as I am, which is oddly comforting.We're quiet for a moment in the way we've learned to be quiet with each other and I find myself hoping that’s one of the things we can get past soon."I keep trying to figure out what I'm supposed to say," she
Jaxon Sleep has been elusive lately, for obvious reasons. So when my phone buzzes on the nightstand next to me, startling me out of a hard-earned nap, my first instinct is to throw the damn thing. But what if it’s Skye, my wolf supplies. I sit up with a groan and fumble for the offending device, knowing I won’t sleep now without knowing for sure. When I finally manage to squint at the screen through my droopy lids, the text waiting from Skye makes everything else fade into the background. Skye: Nicolai and I talked. We're going to figure this out together. All three of us. If you want that.I read it three times. Then I put my phone face-down on the nightstand and stare at the wall for a while. Is it possible I’m still dreaming?But if I were dreaming, surely I’d be enjoying the news instead of spiraling over the problem that text presents—the specific, complicated problem which is that I don't know what that means. And I don't know, more urgently, whether what I want and what she'
NicolaiSkye is standing on the terrace, leaning against the stone balustrade, staring into space. She's been out there for a while and I can tell from the quality of her stillness—not resting, not thinking about something neutral, she’s obsessing over something.I quietly move to stand beside her. Neither of us speaks immediately, giving each other the space to gather our thoughts. The estate grounds are going golden in the fading light. The same view I've had from this terrace for fifteen years. It has never once looked like this, which is something I've accepted about my life since she came into it."Tell me what you want. Please." I’m not ashamed to beg. The not knowing is killing me. "Not what you think I can handle. Just the raw truth."She peeks at me from the corner of her eye. I can see that she's been working toward this. That she's had the answer for a while and has been deciding if she's brave enough to say it."Both of us," I answer for her. Not a question."Yes," she say
Jaxon Fourteen fucking weeks!She's been carrying my child for fourteen weeks and didn't tell me.The betrayal I’m feeling right now is overwhelming. It sits in my chest like a physical weight, crushing my lungs, making it hard to breathe.But underneath it, my wolf is howling with triumph and poss
JaxonI can't sleep.Every time I close my eyes, I see them. The way Skye smiled at Nicolai across the dinner table. The easy conversation that flowed between them like they'd never stopped talking. The way his eyes softened when he looked at her—not with the polite respect you show a fellow Alpha's
NicolaiThe morning drags on but I find small moments of joy in watching Jaxon Vale chafe against my demands, knowing he can’t say no. Not if he wants my family’s support. And everyone does. Finally, he’s forced to do the one thing he’s been avoiding as long as possible without being blatantly offe
SkyeI knew Jaxon went through my phone the minute I stepped out of the bathroom.I could tell by the way it's placed on the nightstand—screen down instead of up, shifted slightly from where I left it.He knows I've been in contact with Nicolai.And I know the confrontation is coming.It happens at







