LOGINJaxonI 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 mate, but with something warmer. Familiar.Possessive.I get out of bed at three in the morning and pour myself a drink I don't want in my office.The way they finished each other's sentences. The inside joke that I wasn't part of. The comfortable silence between them when the conversation lulled—the kind of silence that only exists between people who know each other well enough that words aren't always necessary.This is more than old acquaintances who met a few times at packfunctions.But how much more?My wolf paces restlessly, agitated in a way I've never experienced. Not territorial aggression—something else. Something that feels uncomfortably like fear.Fear that I'm losing something
SkyeJaxon appears at my elbow, his hand settling possessively on my lower back. "Dinner is about to be served. Shall we?"I'm seated across from Nicolai at the long formal table. Jaxon is at the head, naturally, with me to his right and Noah to his left. Nicolai is positioned directly in my line of sight with Dimitri beside him.The placement is strategic. Whether Jaxon planned it to keep an eye on us or to assert dominance by separating us, I can't tell.The meal begins. Multiple courses are served, each more elaborate than the last. The pack chef outdid himself, clearly trying to impress our powerful visitors. But I’m well aware it’s Jaxon who’s actually showing off. I pick at my food, my stomach too unsettled for rich sauces and heavy proteins."You're not eating much," Jaxon observes quietly. Not concerned—accusatory. Like my lack of appetite is somehow a reflection on him."I'm pacing myself," I lie. "It's a lot of courses."Across the table, Nicolai's eyes flick to my barely t
SkyeAunt Diana calls two days before Nicolai is scheduled to arrive.I'm in my office reviewing next week's schedule when my phone rings. Her name flashes across the screen, and something in my chest tightens with anticipation."Skye." Her voice is thick with tears—the good kind. "Dalton's been released. He’s been totally cleared. They're saying it was some kind of bureaucratic error, that they had the wrong person. He's coming home today."I sink into my chair, relief flooding through me so intensely I have to close my eyes. "That's wonderful, Diana. I'm so happy for you.""I don't know how you did it." She's crying openly now. "I don't know what strings you pulled or who you talked to, but thank you. Thank you so much. You saved him."I didn't do anything. Not really. I just sent a text message to someone I haven't seen in three years, and somehow he made the impossible happen."I'm just glad he's safe," I say quietly."I owe you." Diana's voice is fierce. "Whatever you need, whene
Nicolai"Tell Alpha Vale I’ll be making a diplomatic visit," I answer Dimitri after thinking it through. "Trade discussions. Territorial alliances. Alpha to Alpha business.""That could work." Dimitri's expression shows grudging approval. "Vale can't refuse without looking weak or isolationist. And it gives you access to his territory, his pack, his home.""And to Skye.""That too." Dimitri studies me carefully. "You're planning something.""I'm planning to assess the situation. See what's happening with my own eyes. And if Skye needs help..." I meet his gaze steadily. "Then I'll help her.""Even if it means going up against another Alpha? Making an enemy of the Vale pack?""Vale made himself my enemy the moment he started treating her like a prisoner. If that’s what is happening. I’ll decide which side of my shit list Vale falls on once I get there."“Right. Either general dislike for no apparent good reason, or “oh fuck! You’re about to wish you weren’t born!” We both know that’s the
NicolaiThe text comes through while I'm in a meeting with the eastern territory representatives.I ignore it at first—checking my phone during negotiations would shatter my stone cold façade, an illusion a man in my position cannot afford to break. But something makes me glance down when the representative is reviewing documents. The message preview shows just enough to make my chest tighten.I can't meet. Too many eyes on me.I conclude the meeting fifteen minutes later with terms favorable enough that the representatives leave satisfied. They damn well better be considering the whole meeting was a ruse only meant to lend credibility to my reason for being here. They have nothing I need and yet I gave them what they asked for. They’re lucky Skye is more important to me than the crumbs I’m throwing them. The moment the door closes behind them, I'm reading the full message.I can't meet. Too many eyes on me. But I need your help—my stepbrother Dalton is being held in the capital witho
SkyeDr. Lukas pulls out her medical kit, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my arm with practiced efficiency."Have you been sleeping well?" she asks."Not particularly.""Eating?""When I can."The cuff tightens, releases. Dr. Lukas frowns at the reading. "Your blood pressure is elevated. Not dangerously so, but higher than I'd like." She places her hand on my forehead. "No fever. But you're clearly exhausted.""It's just stress," I say quickly. "The situation at home has been... complicated."Dr. Lukas's eyes flick briefly to where Cassandra stands in the crowd, Liam at her side, watching with false concern written across her perfect face."I see." Dr. Lukas's tone is carefully neutral, but I catch the disapproval underneath. "Well, stress can manifest physically. I'd like to do a full examination back at the clinic. Blood work, hormone levels—""That's not necessary." The words come out too fast, too sharp.Dr. Lukas pauses. "Luna, if something is wrong—""I'm just tired." I s







