Se connecterThank you for reading! Just FYI, I will traveling for the next two weeks with a significant change in time zone. I intend to continue to update daily but the time of day may vary and there may be a day or two I do not have connectivity but hopefully not. Thank you for your support!
SkyeThe first two weeks at my father’s pack are uneventful. I’ve been able to relax and unwind in a way I haven’t in years. Compared to the way I’d walked in eggshells at Ironwood Pack, it’s been pure bliss. But then the incidents start. It’s only small things at first, easy enough to dismiss. A shadow at the window that disappears when I look directly at it. The feeling of being watched during my evening walks through pack territory. All things that might be nothing more than my imagination.I tell myself I'm being paranoid. Pregnancy hormones. Stress from the divorce. My mind creating threats where there are none. All the excuses I’ve been repeating for days. But the feeling persists.And then the incidents escalate. I hear my father talking about unfamiliar wolves being spotted at the pack borders—there one moment, but gone before guards can intercept them. Security cameras catch glimpses of figures that vanish into the forest like ghosts. Pack members report strange scents near
Jaxon I let all the memories slip away like water through my fingers. But sitting in this garden with her now, watching Skye glow with pregnancy, Noah's words from months ago suddenly crash over me with devastating clarity."You're in love with your wife. You have been for a long time. You were just too proud to admit it."Oh goddess. Noah was right. I loved her.Love her.I’ve loved her probably since that night at her Shifting Party when the bond snapped into place and I panicked because I'd never felt anything so overwhelming in my life. But I was too scared, too proud, too damaged to accept it.So I convinced myself it was manipulation. That she'd set a trap for me. That what I felt was weakness, not love. And I destroyed her to protect myself from feelings I was too much of a coward to face.The realization is crushing. Physical. Like someone reached into my chest and squeezed.I'm in love with Skye. And it's too late. Too fucking late.She's free now. Happy. Glowing in a way sh
Jaxon The day of my first monthly in-person visit with Skye to bond with my unborn baby has finally arrived. The days since she left Ironwood have dragged on so slowly, I thought this day might never come. I drive through Greenwood River Pack territory, and the jealousy hits me before I even see her. This should be my pack. My mate. My life.Instead, I'm a visitor in another Alpha's territory, here on sufferance to see my own mate. Ex-mate, I correct myself. The word still feels wrong. Like a wound that hasn't healed.The Greenwood River Pack lands are beautiful—rolling hills, dense forests, the river cutting through everything like a silver ribbon. It's peaceful. Prosperous. Well-managed. Everything Skye deserves. Everything I should have given her.I pull up to the Alpha house, and Marco is waiting on the front steps. He greets me with cool politeness. We're not exactly enemies, but we're sure as hell not friends. Not that we ever were. "Alpha Vale." His tone is barely tolerant bu
Skye "You knew," I murmur to Diana. "You knew what it was like to love someone you couldn't have while trapped with someone who didn't truly love you back."Diana nods, her eyes bright with unshed tears."I knew. I lived it for years. Thomas was never cold the way Jaxon was to you but a part of him always resented me for not being his fated mate. And I couldn't bear watching you do the same when you didn't have to. You're young, Skye. You have time to find real love. Don't waste it on someone who doesn't see your worth, fated mate or not."She reaches across the table, takes my hand."I wanted you to be sure this is what you wanted. But when you assured me it was, I supported your divorce because I knew what you were going through. The loneliness. The constant trying and failing. The slow death of hope." Her voice breaks slightly. "And I knew that unlike me, you didn't have to wait. You could choose freedom now. Choose yourself. Choose the possibility of real love with someone who des
SkyeDiana and I are sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through some pack supply requests, when I notice some things I've missed before. Probably because I didn’t want to notice, if I'm being honest. But now that we’re sharing space, there is no avoiding the intimacy that exists between my aunt and my father. I can’t help but notice small things like the way Diana's hand automatically finds my father's when he passes by the table. How natural it is, like it’s completely unconscious. Her hand just... reaches for his, and his is already there waiting. They don't even look at each other. Just this brief touch as he moves past, his fingers squeezing hers gently before he continues to his office. But the smile Diana gets—soft and private—tells me everything about what that touch means.I watch them more closely over the next few days. They share small touches everywhere. His hand on her lower back when they walk together. Her fingers straightening his collar before pack meetings. The w
NicolaiOne of my informants—a wolf who works in the Greenwood River Pack's administrative office—calls with an update I didn't ask for but apparently thought I needed."The Alpha’s daughter, the woman you’re having us watch, you know she’s pregnant, right?" he says. "Like visibly pregnant. Maybe four, five months along?"The description hits me harder than it should. I've known she was pregnant since before she left Ironwood. Known the baby was Vale's. Known this child would be a permanent tie to the man who hurt her. But hearing it described—visibly pregnant—makes it real in a way it wasn't before.Skye is carrying Vale's child. In a few months, she'll give birth to Vale's heir. And Vale will be in her life forever because of it.Part of me wants to be angry about that. Jealous, even. But mostly I just feel protective. That baby is part of Skye. Which means I'd protect it with my life if given the chance.The thought should terrify me. Instead, it feels... right.I’m still stewing ov







