로그인꧁ AURELIA'S POVSelene chose her private sitting room this time, not the discreet tea room where we'd first properly met, and something in the shift felt deliberate the moment I stepped through the door — fewer eyes, fewer ears, the particular privacy reserved for conversations that actually mattered."Sit," she said, warm as always, gesturing to the chair across from her own. "I think it's time we discussed the full shape of what happens once this succeeds."My heart quickened at that, some old, careful instinct still bracing for another deflection, another vague promise wrapped around an instruction I didn't fully understand the purpose of. Months of Whitmore's careful evasions had trained me to expect exactly that. Selene's directness, when it came, still managed to catch me slightly off guard."I'm listening," I said."Once the documentation surfaces and Lyra's claim to William's inheritance collapses under scrutiny, the estate reverts to proper succession." Selene said it plainly
꧁ SELENE'S POVPeople always assumed warmth had to be a mask for something colder underneath. I found that assumption almost quaint, honestly, sitting in my private sunroom that morning with a cup of tea slowly cooling beside me, watching the light move gold and unhurried across the garden below.I genuinely liked people. I always had. I liked Aurelia, specifically, more than perhaps I should have allowed myself to, given everything I was asking of her. There was something in her — sharp, hungry, dangerously capable — that reminded me of myself at that age, before I'd learned to fold ambition into something quieter, more patient, more effective. I didn't manipulate her the way a colder woman might have, extracting warmth as a tool and discarding it the moment it stopped being useful. I actually enjoyed her company. I simply also understood, clearly, precisely, that her usefulness and my genuine fondness for her could exist side by side without either one canceling out the other.That
꧁ JAXON'S POVThomas called me into the study after dinner, Eleanor trailing in behind him with a folder pressed against her chest like something precious, and something in the careful way they exchanged a glance before either of them spoke told me this conversation had been planned before I ever sat down."I think it's time you actually saw this," Thomas said, sliding the folder across the desk toward me. "The full scope of your grandfather's will. Not the vague version we've all been dancing around since he died."I opened it slowly, the weight of the paperwork inside heavier than I expected, page after page of itemized holdings laid out in precise, formal language. I'd known, in the abstract, that William left everything to Lyra. I hadn't known what "everything" actually meant until I started reading.The commercial properties downtown, three separate buildings I hadn't even known he owned. Controlling shares in two manufacturing companies that supplied half the region. Investment
꧁ LYRA'S POVTwo threads, one firm, and still nothing solid enough to act on. I sat with that frustration for a long moment, staring at the same stack of notes I'd been rearranging for days, Grace's financial diagrams tangled beside Jaxon's ledger discrepancy, Rowan Whitfield's name sitting unresolved at the center of all of it.I was good at patience. I'd built this entire investigation on patience, refusing to let old instinct rush me into conclusions the evidence didn't yet support. But patience without the right tools just meant staring at the same fragments longer, and I understood, sitting there in the records room, that I'd reached the edge of what Grace and I could uncover alone."I need someone who actually knows how to read this properly," I told Grace that afternoon, gesturing at the tangled diagrams spread across the table. "Someone trained for exactly this kind of thing. We're good, but we're improvising. I want an expert."Grace considered that a moment, something calcul
꧁ AURELIA'S POVI didn't sleep. I sat in my car outside the print shop long after Cyrus's phone call ended, the forged pages still resting on the passenger seat.By morning, I'd decided something simple and overdue. I wasn't taking another instruction from a disembodied voice on the phone without knowing exactly who I was actually working for.I called Whitmore's number and said it plainly the moment he answered. "I want to meet whoever's actually running this. Not you. Not another shadow in a ruined mill. The person Cyrus was talking to on that phone call. I've earned that much."Silence stretched a long moment on the other end, long enough that I wondered if he'd simply hang up and leave me guessing again the way he always had."Fine," he said finally. "Tomorrow. I'll send you an address."The address turned out to be a private tea room in the city, tucked behind a discreet storefront that catered exclusively to appointments rather than walk-ins, the kind of place where old money qu
꧁ LYRA'S POVAsher had cleared the evening without telling me until I found him already waiting on the terrace, two plates of something simple laid out on the small table between the chairs we'd claimed as ours over the past weeks. No agenda sheet this time. No itinerary. Just him, sleeves rolled, watching the last light fade gold over the hills."No Marcus tonight," he said, before I could even ask. "No Aurelia. No conspiracy. I want one evening where we talk about something that isn't trying to destroy us."Something in my chest eased at that, warm and grateful, and I sat across from him, the autumn air carrying the particular chill that made the food's warmth feel like its own small comfort."What did you have in mind instead?""The future." He said it plainly, though something almost nervous flickered behind the directness, unusual for a man who rarely hesitated over anything. "Not next week's future. Further out. What Luna leadership actually looks like for you, once all of this
Oh.My God!This wasn't like any kiss I'd ever experienced. In fact calling this a kiss had to be some sort of crime because a kiss isn’t supposed to feel like fire and electricity pulsing through every nerve ending and making my body come alive.Or was it?What did I know?His other hand found m
The bass thrummed through my chest as Maya pulled me through the entrance of Midnight Den, the most exclusive club in our pack territory. "I still can't believe you actually wanted to come out tonight!" Maya shouted over the loud music, her dark curls bouncing as she led me toward the VIP section.
By noon, the house was in chaos. Caterers bustled through the kitchen. Eleanor barked orders about flower arrangements. Thomas paced in his study, rehearsing what he'd say to his long-lost daughter.I watched it all from the landing, my heart a stone in my chest.At 2 PM, a car pulled up the drivew
I gasped awake, my heart slamming against my ribs like a caged animal trying to escape.Oh My..I pressed a hand against my racing heart as everything instanrly started slamiing back in.Jaxon’s cold eyes, Aurellia’s laughter…the knife…Jaxon’s kicks and punches…him stabbing me after his cruel words







