ANMELDENSkye Diana doesn’t respond, just stares back at me with an unreadable expression. And it occurs to me that maybe this isn’t about me at all. Maybe she’s still hoping I’m the key to Jaxon’s help. “If you’re still holding out hope that Jaxon will come through for Dalton, he won’t. You saw the way he ran after Cassandra last night. She and Liam are his only concerns.” I meet her eyes steadily. "I'll save Dalton. I promise I'll find a way. Just not through Jaxon."She doesn't look convinced. I can see the doubt written all over her face, the calculation as she tries to figure out if I'm telling the truth or just trying to placate her."How?" she asks finally."I have my ways.""That's not an answer.""It's the only answer I can give you right now." I move toward the door. "You should go back to your pack. I'll contact you when I have news.""Skye—""Please." I soften my voice slightly. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing."She studies me for a long moment. Then, slowly, she nods."Fine. I
Skye"Thank you, Granny," I say softly, pulling back from her embrace. "For listening. For caring.""Of course, dear." She cups my face in her hands, studying me with concern. "You look exhausted. Why don't you get some rest? I'll stay in the guest wing tonight and speak with Jaxon in the morning."I nod, even though I know her talk with Jaxon won't change anything. He'll apologize, probably. Make some promise about doing better, about giving me more consideration. He might even mean it in the moment.But nothing fundamental will change.Cassandra will still be living in this house. Liam will still be his heir. And I'll still be the wife he never wanted, trapped in a bond he resents.Unless I leave first.And the baby is my time limit.—Diana is already up and around when I wake the next morning. I know because I wake to her soft knock on my bedroom door. I drag myself out of bed, my body heavy with exhaustion despite a full night's sleep. The pregnancy is making everything harder—I
SkyeGrandma Rose's hand tightens around mine."Tell me everything," she says quietly. "From the beginning."So I do.I tell her about Cassandra's return over a month ago, how no one told me she was back. How I walked into Jaxon's office expecting to tell him about the pregnancy—though I don't mention that part, can't risk anyone knowing yet—and found my sister in his arms instead.I tell her about Liam. About Cassandra's claim that he's Jaxon's son, conceived before our mating but kept secret all these years. About how Jaxon named him heir without hesitation, without even discussing it with me first."His heir," Grandma Rose murmurs, her expression darkening. "Before even knowing if you could give him children."I don't correct her assumption. Let her think I'm barren. It's easier than explaining the truth.I tell her about the Green Springs trip, about being forced to watch them play family while I sat on the sidelines. About the car breaking down, about Liam's convenient headache,
Skye Then he follows Cassandra, leaving us standing in the wreckage of the dinner.Diana stares after him, her fury morphing into something that looks almost like heartbreak."Skye," she says quietly. "Tell me that's not what it looks like."But I can't. Because it's exactly what it looks like.The silence Jaxon leaves behind is crushing.Diana stares after him, her mouth slightly open. I can see her processing what just happened—how thoroughly she's been dismissed, how little regard Jaxon showed for her presence or her dignity. The humiliation is written across her face, mixing with the anger until I can't tell which emotion is winning.She's a Luna. She understands pack hierarchy and social protocols better than most. And what just happened was a calculated insult. Jaxon didn't just ignore her concerns—he dismissed her entire existence as irrelevant to whatever is happening between him and Cassandra.And he didn't even try to show me respect in front of her. Didn't offer any preten
Skye"Oh," Cassandra says, her voice soft and surprised. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize we had company. I thought I heard voices and—" She stops at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the formal table, the candles, Diana in her evening dress. "Is this a dinner party?"The calculation in her timing is masterful. The nightgown, the tousled hair, the apologetic tone—all of it designed to look innocent while making a very clear statement about her place in this house.Diana's face goes through several expressions in rapid succession—surprise, recognition, then something dark and furious."Cassandra?" Diana's voice is dangerously quiet. "What are you doing here?""I'm staying here temporarily. For my son Liam's medical treatments." Cassandra glances at me, then back to Diana. "Surely Skye mentioned—""In her home?" Diana's voice rises. "You're living in your sister's home? No one’s heard from you in forever and you suddenly show up here, without even a word to your father?""It's temporar
SkyeI watch Sarah go and try not to think about what happens if the letter doesn't reach Wolfy. If he's moved, or changed his contact information, or simply decides not to respond.I try not to think about the fact that I'm reaching out to a man I haven't spoken to in years, asking for a favor that could upend everything. And I try not to think about the look on Jaxon's face when he finds out.Because he will find out. Eventually.And when he does, I need to be long gone.I press my hand to my stomach, feeling the slight swell that's starting to show if you know where to look."Soon," I whisper. "We'll be free soon."The baby doesn't answer. But somewhere, deep in my chest where the mate bond pulses like a second heartbeat, I feel something shift.Not breaking. Not yet.But loosening. One thread at a time.The farewell dinner for my aunt feels like a performance I've been forced to attend but not allowed to direct.Diana is leaving tomorrow morning, returning to her own pack after ne
Skye Later that same day, I find Liam alone in the lobby, building something with a set of wooden blocks. Jaxon and Cassandra are nowhere in sight."That's a nice tower," I say, crouching down beside him.He looks up, his gray eyes—so like his father's—assessing me carefully. "It's not a tower. It
SkyeI understand what I did wrong.Jaxon holds his title sacred. The Alpha's authority isn't just about power—it's about perception, about maintaining the image of strength and unity that keeps the pack stable. And I, his Luna, undermined that by disappearing on the first night of what was suppose
Skye"I answered it." I all but snap at Jaxon. "You're being rude."I almost laugh. I'm being rude. Not him for forcing me on this nightmare vacation. Not Cassandra for playing the devoted mother while stealing my husband. Me."Sorry," I mutter, even though I'm not.The silence that follows is heav
SkyeIt's a Thursday evening when it happens.Dinner is a quiet affair, as it's been all week. Liam chatters about a butterfly he found in the garden. Cassandra listens with that practiced, beatific smile—the one that makes her look like the warmest person in any room. Jaxon responds to his son in c







