ログインThird Person POV Tanya Knox stormed down the hallway of the pack house. Her red suit felt too tight. Her dark hair was still pulled back in a hard bun. Anger burned inside her like fire. She had lost the wedding. She had lost the moment when the crown should have become hers. Now that breeder Calla was back with her gremlin child and everyone looked at her like she was the queen already.She stopped at the door to the maids’ room and pushed it open hard. Three young maids jumped up from their seats. They looked scared.“Listen to me,” Tanya said in a sharp voice. “From now on you watch every move that woman makes. Every step Calla takes. Every word she says to her daughter. Every time she trains or packs her bag. You report everything to me. If she sneaks out, if she talks to the twins, if she even looks at the Black Book, I want to know. Do you understand?”The maids nodded fast. One of them whispered, “Yes, Miss Knox.”Tanya’s eyes narrowed. “Good. If you miss anything I will m
Third Person POV Brynne Blackthorn lounged on the second-floor balcony, one leg swinging lazily over the railing. The morning sun warmed the pack house corridors below, but his piercing blue eyes stayed fixed on the scene unfolding beneath him. He had grown more beautiful over the years in a slender, almost feminine way. His black hair fell in soft layers around his sharp yet delicate face. High cheekbones, full lips, and those bright blue eyes gave him an elegant, dangerous charm that turned heads without effort. The silver hoop earring in his left ear glinted every time he moved. He looked graceful, like a sleek predator wrapped in pretty skin.He watched Adele first. The little girl skipped ahead in her pretty dress, heading toward the small shops that sold warm clothes and survival gear. She looked happy and full of life. A soft smile touched Brynne’s lips. Then his gaze shifted to Calla.She had changed clothes since leaving the suite. Gone was the deep green fitted dress
Calla's POV I woke up early the next morning. The sun was just coming up over the hills. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at Adele. She was still sleeping in her little canopy bed. Her dark curls were spread on the pillow. She looked so small and safe. My heart felt heavy. I had come back for her. For us, I could not let fear win now.I stood up and walked to the mirror. I brushed my long curly brown hair. The gold threads in it caught the light. I put on my golden circlet. The blood-red ruby sat on my forehead and felt warm. It made me feel stronger. I chose simple black pants that fit me well and a deep green blouse. The color made my light blue eyes look brighter. I wanted to look calm and ready. Not like the scared little girl I really felt like.Adele woke up and rubbed her eyes. “Mommy, is today the big meeting?” she asked.“Yes, baby,” I said. I helped her put on a soft silver tunic and leggings. We ate breakfast on the private balcony. Fresh fruit and warm bread.
Third Person POV The grand hall still hummed with restless energy, but Calla had had enough of the stares and whispers from every one in fact she was already feeling sleepy.She gently squeezed Adele’s small hand and turned toward the wide marble staircase that led to the guest wing. “Mommy, where are we sleeping?” Adele asked, her storm-cloud eyes…Blade’s eyes…looking up with complete trust.Calla kept her voice soft but steady. “We’ll ask for a good room, baby. One with a nice garden view if we’re lucky.”They had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when Tanya Knox stepped into their path.Tanya had changed out of the ruined wedding gown into a sleek black dress that hugged her figure, but her dark hair was slightly disheveled and her eyes were red-rimmed with fury. She looked Calla up and down slowly, lips curling in disgust.“You have some nerve coming back here with your gremlin,” Tanya spat, voice loud enough for the guests close by to hear. “A very huge nerve.”Calla stop
Third Person POV Blade’s chest heaved against hers, the heavy oak door still rattling faintly from the force with which he’d slammed it shut. His body caged her perfectly…tall, broad, radiating raw Alpha power…yet the second his thumb brushed the delicate skin beneath her ear, something inside him recoiled hard.What the fuck was he doing?He, Blade Blackthorn, Alpha King of Ash Creek, was acting like a lovesick puppy. One look at her in that crimson dress, one touch of her hand, and he’d dragged her off like a starving wolf scenting fresh meat. His wolf still howled inside him, desperate to drop to its knees and worship every inch of the woman pressed to the wall. The urge to bury his face in her neck, to beg for her forgiveness with tongue and teeth, made his stomach twist with disgust.At himself.He jerked back as if burned, releasing her hand and stepping away so fast his dress shoes scraped the hardwood. He needed distance before he did something pathetic like fall at her
Third Person POV The grand hall erupted into pure chaos the second Calla’s words landed.Gasps exploded like fireworks. Chairs scraped backward as wolves half-rose in shock, then sat again, unsure whether to cheer or snarl. Whispers detonated into full-blown arguments…some people looked confused while others looked thrilled, a few were already placing bets on how fast Tanya’s tiara would hit the floor. Crystal chandeliers swayed overhead as if the building itself felt the tremor. Adele, still clutching her mother’s hand, looked up at the noise with wide, unafraid eyes, the tiny Alpha princess clearly deciding this was all part of the show.Tanya’s face had gone from flushed triumph to corpse-white in a single heartbeat. The oversized tiara wobbled on her head like a crown two sizes too big for a child playing dress-up. She spun toward Blade, manicured nails digging into his sleeve.“That can’t happen, can it?” Her voice cracked high, shrill enough to cut glass. “She isn’t worthy!







