LOGINSix years ago, Nick Blackwood broke my heart on Christmas morning when he believed a lie that destroyed us both.I disappeared, rebuilt my life, and raised his daughter alone, a secret I swore I’d never reveal.But when she gets sick and only her biological father can save her, I’m forced back into the world I left behind. Back to the charity galas and powerful Alphas. Back to the mate bond I’ve spent six years trying to forget.I wasn’t supposed to see him. He wasn’t supposed to know about her.But fate has other plans.The moment Nick realizes the little girl with his grey eyes is his daughter, everything changes. He doesn’t just want to save her, he wants another chance with me. And he’s not afraid to fight for it.The problem? I’ve spent six years building walls around my heart. I’ve become successful, independent, someone who doesn’t need saving.But the mate bond never died. And being near him again is making me remember why I fell in love with him in the first place.He knows the truth now and he’s been searching for me ever since. He promised he’ll spend the rest of his life making up for the mistake that cost him everything.Now we’re stuck together for the entire holiday season. Daily contact. Moments with Mia. His presence constant in our lives.Can a heart that’s been shattered ever truly heal? Or will this period bring us the second chance we’ve both been waiting for?Can I trust him with my heart again?
View MoreEMILYThe impact is a sound before it's a feeling. Metal giving way, a deep wet crunch, and then my body is airborne, the seatbelt locking across my chest as the car spins. Glass explodes inward. I don't think. I just grab. My arms find Mia and Mason and I curl around them like a shell closing, my back taking the spray, my head cracking against the window frame hard enough that stars bloom behind my eyes.We slide. We stop.The engine hisses. Steam vents from under the crumpled hood. My ears ring so loud I can't hear my own breathing, but I can feel it, ragged and shallow, catching on something sharp in my ribs.Under my arms, Mia trembles. A full-body shake I can feel through my chest. Mason is rigid, his small fingers clamped onto my wrist."Mama." Mia's voice is a wet whisper. "Mama, there's glass in your hair.""Stay down. Both of you. Don't move."I lift my head. The world tilts. Cole is slumped against the steering wheel, blood running from his hairline down the side of his face
NICKThe phone screen glows between us, casting harsh light over our faces. Alex's words sit there in the dark, smug and invasive. He knew about the moonlight. He knew about the third date, intimate details Emily shared with him years ago when he was someone she trusted. He's been hoarding those memories like currency, waiting to spend them the moment they would hurt her the most.Emily is sitting up in bed with the white sheets pooled around her waist. Her hand is still outstretched, frozen in the moment she handed me the phone. She keeps glancing toward the window where the moonlight falls across the pillow, the same moonlight Alex referenced in his message. Her chest is rising and falling too fast."He knows about the cabin," she whispers. "He knows things I only told him when I thought he was the one."I swing my legs off the bed and grab my jeans. "He knows what you told him, Em. That's a memory. It doesn't mean he's actually here.""He knew about the bedroom window." Her eyes ar
I should go to my room. Close the door, open the laptop, work.I walk to the kitchen.He's leaning against the counter with a glass of water, sleeves rolled up, forearms still damp from Mason's bath negotiation. He doesn't look up."Kids are down," I say from the doorway."Good.""Mason called lukewarm a non-committal temperature.""He's not wrong."I open the fridge, grab a water, close the fridge, and lean against the opposite counter. Maximum distance. Six feet."You can take the first shift," I say. "I'll sleep and relieve you at two.""I'm not doing shifts. I'm staying up.""All night?""Yes.""That's unnecessary.""It's protocol.""Protocol." I take a sip. "Your favourite word. Right behind drop it and goodnight."He looks up for the first time since dinner. His dark eyes find mine across the kitchen and something in my ribs tightens."Go to bed, Sage.""There it is. Three words, right on schedule.""It's not a dismissal. It's practical. One of us should sleep.""Then YOU sleep.
The first crisis happens fourteen minutes after Nick and Emily leave.Mia wants mac and cheese. Mason wants pasta with butter. I'm standing in the kitchen of the Blackwood estate holding a box of macaroni in one hand and a box of penne in the other while two children stare at me from the kitchen table like opposing counsel."They're both pasta," I say."Mac and cheese has CHEESE," Mia says."I can put cheese on the penne.""That's not mac and cheese. That's pasta pretending."Mason sits with his hands folded on the table. "I just want butter. Butter is easy.""I'M not being hard," Mia says. "I'm being SPECIFIC."Cole walks through the kitchen on his way to check windows, sees me holding two boxes and two children at war."Make both," he says without stopping."I'm not making two pots for two kids."He's already gone. His footsteps fade down the hallway and I stare at the empty doorway and add it to the list of things I want to throw at his head.I make both.Mia eats her mac and chees
I go downstairs.His door opens in three seconds. Sweats. T-shirt. Mason asleep on the couch behind him.“You knew I’d be at the gala.”He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t step back. He holds the door open wider and looks at me with the steady grey eyes of a man who’s been waiting for this.“Come in.”“I do
Nick and I stare at each other across the hallway. “We’ll use Alexander’s bond,” I say before Nick can speak. Dr. Harrison’s expression shifts to concern. “Ms. Winters, I need to be very clear about the risks—” “I understand the risks. Alexander will bond with her.” “Emily—” Nick starts.
My whole body tenses. “Stay away from her.” “How old is she?” I don’t answer. “How old, Emily?” “Six.” I watch him do the math. Six years. Six years since that Christmas morning. Six years since he destroyed me, and I left with his child growing inside me. His face goes pale. His hand
The doctor's offices smells like antiseptic and false hope. I'm sitting in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, holding Mia's hand while Dr. Chen reviews her test results. Again. Like looking at them one more time will change what they say. Mia is six years old. She has my dark curls an












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